Fabrikot's Account

Fabrikot steadied his emotions somewhat. Although the little reason and common sense he possessed had been utterly shattered when he stood by the window and saw those half-human, half-fish-frog monsters, fortunately, his mind had not descended into madness.

That was why he was still able to truthfully describe to Zhang Heng everything he had seen and heard that day.

According to the young traveler from afar, he had originally planned to transfer buses here and take the eight o'clock evening bus to Arkham. Since that route usually had no passengers, the fare was very cheap, making it quite appealing to a budget traveler like him. Of course, another reason was that he himself had been very curious about this place.

He had heard many legends about it back in Newburyport—for instance, the repulsively ugly appearances of the townspeople, the gloomy, oppressive, furtive atmosphere, and the occasional disappearances. All of that was rather attractive to a young man.

Especially after Fabrikot saw the golden crown in the museum, he became deeply fascinated by the alien evil it radiated—an evil beyond human imagination.

"Is the golden crown you mentioned made of this material?" Zhang Heng took the necklace he had found from his bag.

"Yes, exactly." Fabrikot practically cried out the moment he saw the necklace. Then he shuddered and tried to look away, yet the necklace seemed to contain some sort of magic. It was clearly steeped in malice, but it was also mesmerizing.

Fortunately, Zhang Heng did not keep the necklace out for long. He merely waved it before the young traveler's face once before putting it away again.

Fabrikot breathed a sigh of relief. "Anyway, I took the ten o'clock bus here the next morning. Although I had done quite a bit of research beforehand and was mentally prepared,