773. Three-Part Broadcast

Miskatonic's scenery was unlike anywhere else.

The RV followed the road signs ahead, and before long, the city's buildings came into view.

At the end of the vast winter fields, left uncultivated and empty, lay the city.

It was not as prosperous as Boston, nor did it have Detroit's retro charm. As a primarily agricultural city, Miskatonic was steeped in an old-fashioned atmosphere. The most eye-catching sights were the buildings with their sharply pointed roofs.

These Gothic-style buildings usually carried strong religious overtones. Perhaps because this architectural style originated in France and was mostly used for churches, such as Notre Dame Cathedral, which had already been burned and destroyed.

Ironically, though, these churches had not been built for religious worship, but as public halls in a thriving democracy. To this day, however, most of them had become associated with religion and faith. Time truly was enough to erase every trace.

Pointed spires and stained glass—such buildings were hard to imagine as something found everywhere in a twenty-first-century city. Yet in Miskatonic, this was simply part of the everyday scenery.

As they neared the city, static crackled from the radio. James, who had taken over the driving shift, fiddled with the knob and finally made the sound clearer.

".Welcome to today's Miskatonic hotline, where we solve your problems. First, let's take a look at our first reader's letter."

The voice always seemed familiar. After thinking carefully, Lu Ban realized it was from last night's somewhat deranged broadcast.

Listening to it now, this wasn't a private station. Was it actually an official one?

Some official radio stations did indeed take a personalized approach. In countries that prized freedom, one could even hear official stations livestreaming things that were not fit to describe.

The vehicle swayed slightly as Lu Ban heard the broadcast