Chapter 872

After entering the house, Professor Angie inherited his unique tradition of wrangling of British descent.

From Wilcox's father to his mother, from the weather to the geology, and finally to Wilcox himself.

Wilcox is studying sculpture at the Rhode Island School of design and lives alone in the iris building near the school. He said he liked to associate those strange stories with some strange dreams since he was a child, and said he "has an extremely sensitive mind".

Such words almost made Professor Anji laugh, as if he were watching a clumsy clown.

Which young man was not so self righteous and unique during the rebellious period?

"So... Son, is there anything important for you to visit me today?"

Asked Professor Angie.

He is not going to listen to a rebellious child say something unique to him.

Please, I'm a 90 year old man. I don't have much left. I should spend my remaining life on more meaningful things, rather than wasting my life with a young man.

Wilcox suddenly took out a relief made by himself.

He was in a trance and his words were artificial, as if he were pretending to pose: "Professor Anji, can you analyze the words on this relief for me?"

Professor Anji only looked at it and felt some inexplicable touch.

Two days ago, my neighbor Su Ze's visit suddenly came to mind inexplicably.

"This is a newly made thing, not an archaeological object." Professor Angie said.

"Yes, it's new."

Wilcox said that his voice was excited and inexplicably fanatical, like a person reciting poetry in the open field, full of poetry and madness.

"I made it last night in a dream full of strange cities; And dreams are older than the fertile tyre, older than the contemplative Sphinx, and older than the garden surrounded city of Babylon. "

It was a towering city composed of majestic boulders and towering columns, covered with green mud everywhere.

The walls and columns were covered with hieroglyphs.

In addition, a voice that was not a sound came from a place where the location could not be determined. The voice was indescribable and could only be supplemented by imagination.

Professor Angie's body trembled slightly.

He remembered the old incident of 1908, which had been repeated two days ago, and the neighbor Su Ze, who had come to visit him two days ago.

Is this... A coincidence?

Professor Angie quickly asked Wilcox, "do you know my neighbor?"

"What?" Wilcox interrupted his description somewhat incomprehensibly, "what do you mean?"

"My neighbor's name is Suze. Did you hire him or did he hire you? You have the same goal? " Professor Angie's Association is very sharp, but he is obviously wrong.

In front of him was a sculpture artist, a young man who knew nothing.

Wilcox had never heard of what he said. Instead, he was very curious about Professor Anji's neighbor Suze.

"Professor Angie, who is this Suze? Why did you tie him with me? "

Professor Angie waved his hand to him not to ask questions.

However, Wilcox seemed to have made a stubborn mistake that all artists would have at this moment. His persistent inquiry finally made Professor Anji relax, told some things two days ago, and told Wilcox that what he dreamed of was very similar to a sect called kesulu he knew.

"Ksuru?"

Wilcox's body trembled as he uttered the syllable.

"Yes, it's kesulu..."

"What I heard in my dream was a voice like 'cthulhufhtagn'..."

"However, I have never come into contact with this sect named ksuru before. Why do I suddenly have an impression of this sect? Can I say... According to the theory of some sects, I am the Holy Son and leader of the ksuru sect, and have obtained the Enlightenment of the gods? "

Wilcox said excitedly.

Professor Angie didn't want to tell Wilcox this information, but Wilcox first pursued it, and then aroused great curiosity about the so-called "kesulu" sect and neighbor Su Zhe.

He had to explain again and again.

Finally, Wilcox fully opened the door to the next door and called next door neighbor Suze.

"I heard that you are from the ksuru sect. Can you tell me something about your God?"

Su Ze has actually listened to the dialogue between Wilcox and Professor Angie clearly with his mental strength, but he still has to admire Wilcox's courage.

This young man is really brave. He doesn't know what he's talking about.

"Although I really want to know more about ksuru, it's hard for me to tell a lie in this matter... I'm not a member of ksuru sect, but someone who accidentally got some news and was very interested in this matter."

Suze's answer aroused the interest of Professor Wilcox and Professor Angie.

After determining that Suze was not premeditated for a long time and didn't know Wilcox, Professor Angie realized that there were two people who were also interested in kesulu in front of him.

One was the next door neighbor who heard the news, and the other was strangely dreaming of a strange huge city and the call of ksuru.

However, Professor Angie was also somewhat undisguised disappointed.

"For me, it is undoubtedly the most unforgivable thing to find an unknown ancient thing and not solve it."

"Even though I am 90 years old, I still can't let my curiosity be buried in the coffin. I thought I could find a chance to pass you -- "

He pointed to Suze.

"Or you"

He pointed to Wilcox: "join the mysterious ksuru sect, I can strictly keep any secrets of the sect, as long as I know the ancient history and ancient existence stories..."

"Unfortunately, neither of you is a member of the ksuru sect. What a pity. "

Suze listened to Professor Angie's speech and touched his forehead with his hand silently.

The old man is also super brave!

Su Ze has gone through so many reincarnation worlds. He really rarely sees such people whose thirst for knowledge exceeds their desire for survival - but in the reincarnation world of the old God, he sees two at once.

Willcocks and Professor Anji are two people who make complaints about the death of Chao Wen Dao.

Don't you live well? You have to go after kosuru's secret?

Although this is also the plot of kesulu's call, Suze still feels that the degree of death of the two is unusual.

Professor Angie regretted that he could not join the ksuru sect, but he didn't know whether he might be a believer or a sacrifice after he joined the ksuru sect, let alone what kind of terrible existence the real old dominator was.

In the final analysis, he is just seeking knowledge.

"Although we don't have members of the ksuru sect, I think Wilcox's dream is a good breakthrough."

Su Ze said solemnly.

"Wilcox, tell me in detail what you dreamed of. I'll compare the information I collected to see if I can compare it with the description of the ksuru sect."

"Maybe you saw the God of the ksuru sect and the garden of Eden in your dream?"

Wilcox was also stupid and bold. He didn't even think that whose God and Eden would be full of green mucus, strange and gloomy voice, like the devil's hell.

He carefully described the huge stone city, strange sound and green viscous liquid, and then looked at Su Ze.

Su Ze nodded and concluded, "there's nothing wrong. The stone city is the legendary lalaiye. The strange call is in kesulu."

"In the distant laleier, the great kesulu waits for you to dream, so you see laleier and kesulu in your dream."

"Then, why did this happen?" Asked Professor Wilcox and Professor Angie strangely.

"I guess it may be because of the star position. When the stars return, ksuru and the great old rulers will return... But if the stars move a little, but not so completely, it may cause ksuru to be half dead, turn over and take a nap, affecting the outside world. "

Suze said.

"The stars have returned, but they haven't completely returned?" Wilcox has such a description of Suze.

Su Ze nodded slightly and saw Professor Anji's thoughtful eyes.

"Professor Angie, do you have any ideas?"

"No, I don't have any idea..." Professor Anji said immediately“ I'm very interested in your description. I even have to admire the amount of information you know, which we can't compare at all. "

"Your knowledge of kesulu must be comparable to that of few people in the world."

Wilcox knew later: "yes, you know a lot. Aren't you really a kosuru?"

"I really am not." Suze said.

"Well, I'm sure you're not."

Professor Angie's face is full of "don't believe" expression. I know you must have reasons you can't say, but I certainly understand you and cooperate with you.

As long as you are willing to continue to tell me all the relevant information about kesulu

Wilcox also "understood" and nodded quickly to show that he thought the same.

Suze was also quite speechless when he saw that the two men had decided to be "ksuru believers who need to hide their identity for some reason".

How can I, a man who is going to kill ksuru, become a believer in ksuru?

Could you be more reliable, please?