Help Provided by Paul Corey and Mr. Sawyer

The small truck took Nancy to Old Williams ' house.

Elizabeth was waiting there.

Elizabeth held Nancy, looking worriedly at the unconscious person in her arms: "She—"

"I gave her some sedatives," Dr. Morgan explained. "Has Love come here?"

Elizabeth had told him that Love had the ability to teleport over long distances.

But Elizabeth shook her head.

"I guessed so," Dr. Morgan said. "If he could come, he wouldn't have needed to leave me a note."

He handed the note to Elizabeth: "Obviously, there's something wrong with that Oliver's skull."

He then gave Elizabeth the medicine Nancy had drunk. "Give her some more, about half a bottle, and let her sleep for a while."

Is she alright?

"I'm not sure. I can't ascertain her condition right now. It would be great if Professor Armitage were here."

"What do we do next?" Elizabeth asked.

The doctor looked around. Unlike the city, the countryside was sparsely populated, and there was no sign of human habitation outside the Rose Garden.

"Is there anywhere here that has good connections?" Dr. Morgan asked.

Elizabeth didn't know.

But she quickly realized that someone knew.

With the help of that small truck, they found Paul Corey holed up in his house without much trouble.

The Corey family home was quiet at this time. Only one light was on in the tall red brick building, and Paul was sitting under the light reading a book.

Her short, blond hair was messy, but thankfully her clothes were relatively neat.

The hunting rifle that was always placed next to the books was unsettling.

Paul heard the knocking and looked at Dr. Morgan with a puzzled expression.

Before Dr. Morgan could introduce himself, Paul saw Elizabeth behind Dr. Morgan.

He remembered who they were, smiled, and let the two of them in.

With Paul's permission, Elizabeth settled Nancy into Corey's bed.

"You're here because of the Whateley House, right?" Paul asked.

Elizabeth and Dr. Morgan both showed a hint of surprise; they hadn't originally planned to tell Paul.

In Elizabeth's recollection, Paul didn't know much about this matter.

"Hasn't Hope told you yet?" Paul curiously, stroking the hunting rifle his father had passed down to him, his expression calm. "My mom and dad are dead."

The three fell silent.

The two visitors had a general idea of the cause of each other's parents' deaths.

Dr. Morgan made his request; he needed someone with sufficient knowledge of Dunwich.

"Of course, of course," Paul said. "It would be an honor."

"Where do you want to go?" he asked.

Dr. Morgan thought for a moment, "If Wilbur leaves Dunwich, who is most likely to find out first?"

Paul thought for a moment, "Let's go check out the grocery store; that's where the most people are."

He looked out the window. "Are you still going to drive that pickup truck? Honestly, there aren't many roads in Dunwich suitable for it."

He looked at Dr. Morgan: "I mean, can you ride a horse? It's a better way to get Dunwich."

Dr. Morgan could ride horses. He hadn't deliberately learned, but for Self-Being, riding wasn't a particularly difficult thing.

They left Elizabeth to care for Nancy, Dr. Morgan left her his revolver while he carried Old Williams's old hunting rifle.

"This is Jack," Paul introduced the lithe creature beneath them to the doctor. "And yours is Jenny II."

"I like the name Jack," Dr. Morgan replied. "It's not a very nice name for a person, but it would be great for a horse. But why Jenny II?"

"Because Jenny died," Paul replied. "Jenny II is someone I just bought. I found her in Amy's manger—she looks just like Jenny, it's just a pity she didn't grow up as fast as Jenny."

In Dunwich, the grocery store is an important building, not only providing a variety of daily necessities but also serving as a favorite chat spot for the Dunwich.

"Ask them if they've seen a red car," Dr. Morgan said to Paul.

That's Nancy's car.

After Dr. Morgan found Nancy, he couldn't find Nancy car, so he deduced that Wilbur must have driven it away.

Jenny II stopped where she had just come to see the general store, Paul went inside alone.

A dozen minutes later, Paul came out of the grocery store.

"No," Paul said. "They said they only saw a red car enter Dunwich, but didn't see any leave."

"Did anyone see the car in Dunwich?" Dr. Morgan asked.

No, the last person to see this car was three or four hours ago.

"At Sentinel Hill?" Dr. Morgan guessed.

"At Sentinel Hill."

If that's the case—the car must have indeed been driven away by Wilbur, but no one knows where he went.

"Is this important?" Paul suddenly asked.

"Hmm." Dr. Morgan thought for a moment, "To be honest, I don't know how important it is, but if I don't do this, I don't know what else I can do— Elizabeth said that Monster is very strong, and I don't want to confront it head-on."

"That's very important," Paul said.

He pointed Dr. Morgan in a direction. "Go there. If you can't find any information about a car here, then that's the only place you'll go."

What place is that?

"Sawyer Walter's house."

Sawyer Walter was tall and thin, leaning on a cane, and wearing the armband of the chairman of the agricultural sector.

He clearly liked the title of Chairman of Agriculture, especially since it was already night and Paul and Dr. Morgan hadn't come to see him on any formal occasion.

He didn't give Paul a friendly look, and his annoyance was undisguised.

But regardless, when Paul knocked on his door, he let Paul in.

"And who is this gentleman?" Mr. Sawyer asked, looking at Dr. Morgan.

Francis Morgan, Associate Professor of Pharmacy at the Miskatonic University.

When Professor Morgan revealed his identity, Mr. Sawyer's expression visibly softened.

"How is Professor Armitage doing?" Mr. Sawyer asked.

"The professor is in good health," Dr. Morgan replied. "He has wanted to retire several times, but the principal has stopped him."

Mr. Sawyer nodded. "The past presidents of Miskatonic University have all been able to discern who can be entrusted with important responsibilities."

After Dr. Morgan stated his request, Mr. Sawyer called out a woman's name.

A moment later, a woman who looked like a maid came over.

Mr. Sawyer spoke a few words to her, then asked Dr. Morgan and Paul to wait a moment.

About half an hour later, the maid returned with the news.

The red car did indeed leave Mr. Sawyer's farm and headed in the direction of Arkham.