"I'm still far inferior to Doraemon. His brain was mutated from birth; how could a brain that developed later possibly be as freakish as his? If Jia Xin really set his mind on plotting against me, the outcome would definitely be tragic."
"Could you be a little more ambitious? Honestly." Wang Yizhi poked Zhang Chen's forehead with her finger.
"Back to the point, Yi Zhi... Did Nyarlathotep forbid you from discussing the matter of that thing attacking me?" The smile vanished from Zhang Chen's face as he turned serious and brought up the Faceless Man.
"This... I originally wasn't allowed to discuss it. After all, this matter involves Nyarlathotep's true body and may even concern something more serious and deeper."
"Something deeper? Does the Faceless Man have some deeper connection with Nyarlathotep?" Zhang Chen muttered inwardly.
"And as for the details regarding that... strange creature, I only learned them privately through my own informants. No more than three people truly know the full details. Still, I prepared some things in advance for you to refer to. As for how much use you can get from them..."
As Wang Yizhi spoke, she took out a horror journal, a hardcover edition like those sold at newsstands.
"This matter caused quite a stir in the human world. Although the memories of the victims and their relatives were erased, their souls were branded and affected by this horror. Even after reincarnation, whenever their consciousness drifted or they dreamed at night, images of what you saw would reappear."
"Thus, this creature became widely spread as a horror story in Western countries. Some of the things humans compiled still have some value, and you can use them for reference. As for its connection with Nyarlathotep, I don't know much either."
Zhang Chen accepted the hardcover magazine