My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 87 Outsiders

[Current number of losses: 1/∞]

[Return to the original history? Yes/No]

[If you choose no, the Sixth History Fragment will rotate again]

Jules suddenly woke up.

The bits of sunlight that seeped in from outside the door made him feel a little heavy and confused.

"What happened? Wasn't I performing a ceremony just now? How could he die inexplicably?"

He frowned slightly and tried hard to recall the previous scene.

However, that memory seemed to have been erased by some extremely terrifying force, and he could no longer recall even a single bit of it.

Jules had experienced this feeling before, so he quickly found a possibility.

The most outrageous, yet also the most reasonable possibility.

"...Si Chen?" After figuring this out, his pupils shrank slightly.

Judging from the situation just now, there is most likely no one else except Hei Hai!
Jules gently placed his palm on his heart, and what he felt made him stunned.

The heart of the wave seemed to beat a little faster.

He immediately calmed down and sensed the feedback, and was extremely surprised.

Although I don’t know what happened in the ceremony just now, one thing is certain——

He successfully found the power of the waves and also repaired a trace of the heart of the waves!
"That's great..." Yule couldn't help but clench his fists, his eyes full of excitement.

It seems that this trip was the right decision!

Although the state of the wave belief here is very strange, it is even questionable whether the belief is actually a wave.

But at least, he can find a way to treat his heart here.

Chibei wanted to kill himself by shattering his own heart, but that was impossible!

When he thought of the red cup, Yule's face couldn't help but become a little gloomy.

Damn it, why does it feel like this guy is causing trouble everywhere?

Even the birth of "Black Corpse" seemed to be driven by Akagi.

He now felt that the red cup was a stick that was eager to stir up trouble, and it would go wherever there was trouble to stir up trouble!
"...If we can't find the murderer, we'll definitely blame the red cup."

He bared his teeth, stood up and opened the door.

Although the Steam Church is dilapidated, it now appears to be full of vitality under the sunlight.

However, Jules inexplicably felt that the sunlight was a bit dazzling.

"strangeness……"

Soon, he called Lolita to get up and eat.

"Ah——" Lolita couldn't help yawning at the dinner table.

She looked around in a daze and said:
"Where's that big brother from last night?"

Jules put the bacon in the bread, took a bite, and said incoherently:

"Big brother left early in the morning."

When he opened the door to Allen's room, the other party seemed to have been away for some time.

And nothing in the room had been touched - if it weren't for the quilt lying crookedly on the bed, there would be nothing to prove that someone had lived here last night.

When I left, there was a note and a few pennies on the bed. The note read:

"I'm going to work now and will be back in the evening. I don't have much money, so this is all I can offer you."

Recalling what he had seen not long ago, Jules couldn't help but smile.

A nice guy.

But then he thought of something.

The priest he had seen in the fragments of the Sixth History seemed to look somewhat similar to Allen, but was obviously much more mature.

"If we count by time...it might be Alan's father." His eyes flashed slightly.

Lolita emptied the meat on the plate, raised her head, looked at Jules, and said in confusion:

"Hey, Uncle Yule, why do I feel like you seem a little different?"

"...What's different?" Yule was a little surprised.

Lolita looked at Jules seriously for a while and said:

"I always feel that there is a faint smell of the sea on my uncle."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Yule paused while clearing the plates and said:

"I see."

He tried his best to keep his expression calm so as not to affect Lolita.

He turned around with a calm expression, but a storm was already brewing in his heart.

One of the most obvious signs of transformation into a deep diver is the so-called "smell of the sea" on your body!
He immediately thought of the unique clue in the fragment of "The Shadow over Innsmouth" that he had entered not long ago.

[Tip: This fragment is a special existence. Each time it is lost, it will only cause further erosion and mutation to the entrant, but will not cause the fragment to disintegrate. At the same time, to enter the fragment, you must be at the corresponding location in the current history, otherwise you will not be able to enter.]

Corrosion mutation...

He sighed and smiled self-deprecatingly.

I was wondering before whether this erosion mutation would affect reality, but now it seems that I can finally find the truth.

If I die too many times in there, I am afraid that my real self will completely turn into a deep diver!
"So, that's why I thought the sunlight was so dazzling..."

Jules pursed his lips and his eyes became more serious.

He didn't want to become a monster like the Deep One - although he might be able to retain his self-awareness, after all, his connection with the waves was much closer than that of outsiders.

However, he didn't want to gamble.

"It's time to go to the square in the town center and ask..." The old priest said that there were several outsiders in the town center who might be able to answer his questions.

If you ask more questions, you may find out why the Dagon heresy has become what it is today.

……

The daytime in Innsmouth is not as lively as imagined.

Unlike the fragments in the Sixth History, the real Innsmouth can even be described as "eerie".

After leaving the Steam Church, Jules saw that the streets were filled with a faint mist, like an old veil, casting a strange hue on the surrounding scenery.

Many third-floor and attic windows are heavily shuttered, even in the best-preserved buildings.

He suddenly felt like he was being watched.

Following the subconscious feeling, he raised his head slightly and looked towards the attic beside him.

Soon, that feeling disappeared into thin air.

Seeing this, Yule's eyes became a little colder.

"Interesting. It seems my appearance as an outsider is more eye-catching than the robes of the Steam Church."

Thinking of this, he walked quickly towards the town center.

The stone pavement under your feet is covered with moss, slippery, wet and cold, and you will stumble if you are not careful.

Wild grass on the roadside grew wildly from the cracks in the stone slabs, and the withered yellow leaves rustled in the wind.

Along the way, Jules met very few pedestrians.

Those people were in a hurry, with their heads down, ignoring his presence.

Their figures appeared unreal and ethereal in the mist, their skin was an unhealthy sallow or grayish-green, their facial features had the strange characteristics unique to Innsmouth people, and their eyes were empty and numb.

On the way, he passed by an abandoned warehouse. The huge iron door was half-open, making a creaking sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet street.

Jules couldn't help but glance inside the door, only to see it filled with worn-out fishing nets and rotten wooden boxes. Something seemed to be wriggling in the corner, and a slight rustling sound could be heard.

Seeing his gaze, the thing inside seemed frightened and stopped moving.

"...boring."

He actually hoped that the thing inside would react immediately and jump out.

The trouble these deep divers are currently causing him may not even be half as much as the trouble caused by Innsmouth's traffic planning.

It was a winding road, and there were no public carriages, so we had to rely on our own legs to get there.

Although his heart has recovered a little now, he still feels a little tired from walking at such a high intensity.

In his eyes, those terrifying deep divers that outsiders avoid are at most slightly stronger than ordinary mortals.

Only those who may have truly mastered the power of the invisible art will make him slightly wary.

……

After a long time, Jules finally walked through the streets that had been soaked by sea water countless times and arrived at the square in the center of the town.

In the center of the square stands a mottled statue, its face unclear and covered with dark green vines.

There were several old men sitting on the stone benches around. They were motionless, like stone sculptures, only their cloudy eyes would occasionally move, and there was a hint of vigilance in their gaze towards Jules.

He walked straight to an old man sitting in the corner and asked politely:

"Excuse me, do you know if there are any outsiders working here? I'm looking for them."

The old man slowly raised his head, his cracked lips moved, and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper:

"Outsiders... the grocery store over there is owned by an outsider."

After saying that, he lowered his head again and said no more.

"Thank you." Jules took out a shilling from his pocket and handed it to the old man as a token of his gratitude.

However, the old man just raised his head, stared at him with his bulging eyes, and shook his head repeatedly.

"I... don't want to, thank you."

The old man seemed to have forgotten how to smile. He tried to move his facial muscles for a while, revealing a stiff smile:

"Although we Irish are poor and starving, Innsmouth is doing well."

Yule nodded, turned and walked in the direction the old man had pointed.

As he left, he looked at the old man deeply.

The other person's appearance still showed the typical "Innsmouth face" characteristics, but apart from this, it can be said to be very normal.

A guess gradually formed in his mind:
“Perhaps, it’s not that the Dagon Cult did something, but that they chose the Dagon Cult.”

He closed his eyes, and his mind couldn't help but think of the refugees he had seen before.

Those miserable figures and faces kept echoing in his mind.

"England... heh."

Jules shook his head, a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he continued walking towards the grocery store in silence.

After a while, he finally saw the grocery store that the old man pointed to.

The store is not big, the sign is hanging crookedly, and the words on the wooden board are blurred, as if it has lost its original appearance due to erosion by time and sea breeze.

The door was half open, and the sound of someone walking around could be vaguely heard from inside.

Jules gently pushed the door open, and the bell on the door made a crisp sound.

The store was filled with a mixed smell, the musty smell of stale goods and a faint smell of tobacco.

The shelves were filled with all kinds of goods, most of which were covered with a thin layer of dust and were placed in a messy manner.

Behind the counter, the shop owner slowly raised his head, muttering:

"Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you? I have everything you need..."

His words suddenly stopped.

"You're from London?!"

(End of this chapter)