When Fang Zheng arrived at the reception room, he quickly met Alan Howard. He was a gentleman in his early thirties, dressed very neatly. Beside Alan Howard sat an old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties. His hair was completely white, his eye sockets sunken, and he seemed somewhat absent-minded.
"Hello, Mr. Van Helsing."
When they saw Fang Zheng enter, both men hurriedly stood up. Alan Howard then extended his hand.
"I'm Alan Howard of Miskatonic University. I currently teach in the psychology department."
"Hello."
Fang Zheng reached out and lightly shook his hand, then looked at the old man beside him.
"And this is?"
"This is my father. I'm terribly sorry, he doesn't look... very well."
"It's nothing. If necessary, I can have a cup of hot tea prepared for him."
"Then I'll trouble you..."
The two exchanged a few pleasantries, but at that moment, the old man standing beside Alan Howard stared fixedly at Fang Zheng. More precisely—he watched Fang Zheng's mouth open and close, then suddenly leaped backward and screamed.
"It's you! It's you!!"
The sudden scene startled everyone present. Nymph hurriedly sat upright, while Asakura Ryoko silently moved in front of Nymph. The old man seemed to want to jump away, but instead fell headfirst onto the sofa. Even so, he kept glaring at Fang Zheng and roared loudly.
"It's you, that's right, it's you! I know it's you! It's you!!!"
"...?"
Seeing the old man's terrified expression, as though he had seen the Devil, Fang Zheng froze for a moment and then looked doubtfully at Alan Howard. At that moment, Alan Howard hurriedly rushed to his father's side and grabbed him tightly.
"Father, wake up! Please calm down!"
"No, I'm perfectly awake. I know it, it's him, it's him, that voice,