The red moon returns

Chapter 209 The Gaze of the King in Yellow

There were four people approaching behind him, and with every step closer, Lynch felt the fishy smell getting stronger.

His face was dark, and he was wearing shabby coarse clothes. The dirty surface was covered with white salt grains, and the black and white patches made him feel like the filthy walls of a public toilet. The coarse cloth clothes were in tatters, even torn in some places, revealing pale skin. There seemed to be transparent mucus on the surface of the skin, which reflected cold light under the illumination of the gas street lamp.

Fishy smell, exposure to the sun, salt particles, mucus, and water-soaked skin. A few keywords made Lynch immediately think of fishermen in the sea.

However, this is just an intuitive visual effect. When Lynch subconsciously diverged his thoughts and used inspiration to perceive, a shadow appeared around the bodies of these fishermen.

The image is somewhat similar to Davis, the slave owner who snatched his memories of Red Moon on the ship. He has a fish head and a human body. The skin covered under the clothes is covered with ferocious scales. Several tentacles stretch out from the damaged parts of the clothes on the back, twisting in the air. Waving his hands, it exudes a strange and dangerous atmosphere.

Not far around them were the guests who were entering the theater. These people turned a blind eye to the strange scene in Lynch's eyes. They just covered their noses with disgusted expressions as they passed by the fishermen, and looked at them with disgust. They dodged sideways, not realizing at all that strange tentacles were twisting above their heads, dripping fishy-smelling mucus on them.

Waves of fear and nausea welled up in his chest, Lynch was familiar with the instinctive reaction to looking directly at filth.

My neighbor, my terrible inspiration, why did I see something strange again?

The thought only lasted for a moment, and Lin Qi suddenly felt a huge pressure coming from the fishermen.

Lynch subconsciously raised his head and looked at the strange mark hanging high at the door of the theater.

It was as if he was facing an irresistible ferocious beast, and the beast seemed to be showing its blood-stained fangs towards him.

The tentacles on the fisherman's back suddenly lifted neatly into the air. The tip of the tentacles was pointed at the theater manager below. At the same time, his feet accelerated and he rushed towards him.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment the four fishermen climbed onto the last step of the theater, the strange mark suddenly emitted a dim light, which was still quite clear even under the crimson moonlight.

The theater manager's unhurried voice came from the side:

No, not as if.

Hell, I'm still around. And this is a public place, what do you monsters want to do?
His hair almost exploded, but he did not move away. Instead, he quickly took a step sideways and stood in front of Miss Valente. His pistol was already drawn and pointed in the direction of the fisherman.

Only Lynch realized that these were not normal things. Even if they were not their target, Lynch's soul was still giving a crazy warning. The strength of these four people was no worse than the ghouls who demolished the carriage with their bare hands. Once they faced each other, he would never be able to do anything. The possibility of survival.

Um? Yellow seal?

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Leviv."

Danger! Extremely dangerous.

The security personnel of the theater were gathering from around, trying to stop a few fishermen who were rushing over for no apparent reason. The guests who were entering the theater looked sideways and pointed at the crazy fishermen. Even Miss Valente had a look on her face. Doubtful, he clenched the folding fan in his hand without knowing why.

"Under the gaze of the Yellow Seal, any behavior that disrupts the performance of the King in Yellow will be sanctioned by the King in Yellow."

At this moment, Lynch seemed to be on a huge stage. The guests coming and going around him turned into countless strange lights and shadows, twisting and dancing around him, as if countless characters were performing their own lives on the stage.

Above the stage, in the diffuse red mist, a gaze penetrated the layers of fog, penetrated the boundary between fantasy and reality, enveloped the stage, and focused on the four fishermen.

"Ah!" Several screams in succession woke Lin Qi from his momentary trance. Lin Qi quickly turned his eyes back to the fishermen and found that the four fishermen who had stepped on all the steps suddenly fell down with their heads in their hands. His whole body was twitching and twisting violently on the ground, while letting out shrill screams.

All four of them had red eyes, distorted faces, and blood vessels under their skin bulged like tree roots. Their white teeth protruded from their lips, and their teeth were covered with blood and saliva. It was scary to look at them.

The surrounding guests' faces turned pale and they all hid behind, fearing that they might be infected with some disease if they got too close. Several security personnel and people in blue uniforms under the square finally came around and quickly surrounded the four fishermen in the center.

There were a few bangs, and then the screams suddenly stopped.

Lin Qi, who was closest, could see clearly that the four fishermen's eyeballs suddenly burst out of their sockets, and dirty blood with visceral fragments spurted out from their mouths. The muscles on their faces were also twisted and deformed, and finally twisted like a fish head. generally.

vomit.

The strange scene almost made the unlucky security guards and police officers who approached almost vomit. They each covered their mouths and retched. It took them a long time to recover, and they endured both physical and psychological discomfort to put away the body. The guests' sight was blocked and they almost didn't see this exciting scene. After a while of whispering, they saw that the scene was under control. They thought it was just the fishermen who suddenly went crazy, so they ignored it and restored order to continue the previous entry. field.

Four powerful aliens died suddenly?
For a moment, Lynch had an unreal feeling, and he and Miss Valente looked blankly at the theater manager next to them.

Only then did the two of them notice that the manager's hood had been lifted. Under the hood was a handsome middle-aged gentleman, but his figure was thin and his skin was pale, looking eerie like a ghost.

The manager blinked at the two of them mysteriously. Seeing that there were no spectators nearby, he stretched out his hands and whispered in a slightly exaggerated aria: "The sinner who interfered with the King in Yellow's enjoyment of the performance must atone for his sins with his life. Their souls will perform an eternal performance in Night City. May their performance be wonderful enough to please the great King in Yellow and free them from endless pain as soon as possible."

How evil!
Seeing this man's movements as if he were performing on a stage, Lynch and Miss Valente looked at each other and felt a little chilly. However, this man's attitude still seemed friendly, and with the black cat Earl as his guarantor, Lin Qi still calmed down and asked as calmly as possible: "Who are those four people?"

"Don't worry, they are just a few aliens from Innsmouth. The old ruler who sleeps in the deep sea who favors them happens to be the sworn enemy of the King in Yellow who I serve. The war between us and them It has been going on since the barbaric era. They rarely come ashore, but recently, for some unknown reason, many of them suddenly poured into the Rhine. I don’t know what attracted them, and I can’t even drive them away.”

Um? News in the newspaper?

Lynch suddenly remembered that he had seen it when he read the newspaper to Mrs. Maggie the morning before yesterday. In the past few nights, people had always seen suspicious people who smelled like fishermen wandering on the shore near the pier.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that some people saw these fishermen fighting with the hundred-meter-long tentacles on the Rand River.

Recalling the first time he came here and saw the tentacles vaguely exposed under the manager's yellow robe, Lin Qi asked with a dry smile: "One hundred meters?"

"Haha, it's actually not that long. Those stupid people are really exaggerating." The handsome middle-aged man was not angry, but smiled, "Don't mention them. Mr. Hathaway mentioned it yesterday. Mr. Lynch may come to visit. , I have been waiting for a long time, do you two just want to watch the show, or do you have any questions?"

"We are here to learn some secret information about the nobles." Lynch said while staring at the other party's strange vertical pupils. Suddenly, his heart moved. He remembered Count Hathaway's evaluation of him and the evil god behind him, so he simply stopped hiding it. , "Forget it, let's be honest, we are here for the Flaming Red Lips."

The smile on the middle-aged man's mouth gradually disappeared, and his expression showed no emotion or anger. After a moment, he turned around and pointed towards the theater with a half-smile.

"Please come in, you two, and we'll talk inside."

hiss……

Looking at the mark hanging above his head and thinking about the body that had not been completely cleaned up, Lynch turned his eyes to Miss Valente beside him. But the noble lady smiled calmly, and like other gentlemen and ladies who entered the room, she gently took Lynch's arm and expressed her attitude with practical actions.

Okay, then let's go in.

(End of this chapter)