Dada, the carriage drove on the muddy road for a short time, and left this already remote town and arrived at the more deserted suburbs.

It was already evening, and the sunset dyed the sky red, and night would soon come. The birds returning to the nest were chirping and flew back to the woods.

As the old man called to stop, the brown horse pulling the cart stopped, and some of the forage on the cargo board fell to the ground. "Mr. Gu, you can come out." The old man said, "Welcome to my farm. I am the only one here, and there are cows, chickens and dogs." The dogs were already surrounded by enthusiastically.

"Thank you, Mr. Joyce." Gu Jun crawled out of the forage, took out his backpack, and glanced at the surroundings.

This is not the kind of farm, or the farming farms are planted in front of a two-story house with fences surrounding some land. There is also a wooden warehouse, a cattle raised by Mr. Joyce, and the chickens are wrapped there, which also gives the air a odor of animal feces.

However, this place is not small, and it is not easy to take care of by yourself.

"I wasn't the only one before." Mr. Joyce seemed to be able to see his doubts, and his tone was still so cheerful: "And my wife, my son, have all died, just a few years ago. My son had an accident; my wife couldn't stand the blow and died of illness."

Gu Jun frowned, "I'm very sorry." In the old man's cheerful tone, there were hidden sadness.

The old man moved the forage and worked hard before walking into the house, "Let's go make dinner, how about fried eggs and pancakes?"

"Okay." Gu Jun was actually very hungry and his stomach was rumbling. He only ate one breakfast today. From the base of Dongzhou Medical College, he arrived at the oak forest, went to the wasteland, and then came here. His physical weakness also reduced his spirit.

He followed the old man into the house. Although the Citigroup in 1929 was already very developed like New York City, in a remote and small place in Chickton, in a poor family like the old man, the house was very simple and simple, with no electrical appliances, televisions, or telephones.

"My son," Mr. Joyce said to himself, "Jack, a great young man, was only 26 years old when he died. He died in Insmouth. He wanted to go there to see if there was any wealth, but on the way to the town, he met a frightened horse. The horse knocked over several people, and Jack was one of them. He was particularly unlucky and was trampled on the chest and died on the spot."

Gu Jun was silent and followed the old man to the kitchen, but there were gas stoves and other things.

"In Insmouth, horses are often frightened," said Mr. Joyce. "There are so many strange things there. We are remote enough, but Insmouth is much remote enough, an old harbor. I heard that it was as prosperous as a city over a hundred years ago, and now it is completely a wasteland. When I was a kid, it was like this. There was no railway or train. You can take the bus and go to Arkham first."

Mr. Joyce then sighed, "My poor Jack, always wants to make a fortune, and thinks he can use the abandoned house there, but he didn't expect to lose his life."

"Are there not many residents there?" Gu Jun said.

"Not many now." Mr. Joyce said while turning on the gas stove and taking out the eggs to make fried eggs, "It's all fishermen going out to sea, and there's a gold refinery. Strangely, the remaining old people in a decay are the ones who can't move, but in Insmouth, you can't see any older people, and even older people are hard to see, as if they're leaving there at a certain age."

Gu Jun pondered, leaving? Where did he go?

"The people in Insmouth are weird and obscured." The sound of fried eggs sounded, and Mr. Joyce was busy with a spatula. "We are in the towns and villages near it, and there have always been many legends about Insmouth. But sometimes you can't blame these rumors, because the beliefs of the people there are... different from us. Mr. Gu, I just want to ask you questions about this, maybe you can answer me."

"What?" Gu Jun asked in confusion, "please say."

Mr. Joyce turned to look at him, and his red face slightly pulled down, "There is a saying that Insmouth people worship demons, and they often hold many sacrificial rituals. I have always suspected that Jack's death is not that simple, and I suspect that he was sacrificed to the demon."

Gu Jun felt that the old man's eyes were not completely friendly...

"It is said that the Insmouth people believed in a demon called Dagon." The old man said, "is a kind of paganism imported from the East."

When Gu Jun suddenly heard the name "Dagon", he had a headache again, but he understood a lot in his heart.

Dagon, of course, is one of the forces that Dagon is sought by the Seabird. If the Insmouth people believed in Dagon, they might be transformed into deep divers... This transformation does not seem to happen when they were young, but only when they reached a certain age, so there are no middle-aged and elderly people there...

Imported from the East?

This should be the reason why those men were excited to expel him when they saw him, calling out some devils, pagans, to kill them all...

"Mr. Gu, I want to ask you." Mr. Joyce's voice also became a little heavy, "How much do you know about the Dagon Church?"

Gu Jun didn't know how to answer for a moment. He did understand a little, but it was not because he was an oriental person.

However, if there is Insmouth, which does not exist in this world, then he really doesn't know what his homeland, the East, has.

After all, the leader of the Lalaye Cult is also there.

Facing the old man's eyes, Gu Jun knew that he could not just panic, and he needed to find out more information.

Moreover, in this era, it is not easy to meet such an old man in this place that is particularly hostile to Oriental people.

"Mr. Joyce, I don't believe in Dagon." He said first, speaking seriously and sincerely, "In fact, Dagon's followers are my enemies."

"So you do know the Dagonism?" Mr. Joyce was excited, his white beard trembling.

"I have fought with several Dagonists on the ship that came to this country." Gu Jun continued, "Sir, I can tell you that in my hometown, people also hate Dagonism. It is just an evil secret society. In our case, it is said that it is a paganism imported from the West. But now it seems that it comes from the abyss. Mr. Joyce, I am sorry to say so, but I think your son's death is indeed suspicious."

"I know, I know..." Mr. Joyce gritted his teeth, his old face turned redder, his eyes a little wet, "The coroner couldn't find Jack's heart, and said he was trampled by a horse, but I had been dealing with these animals for a lifetime, and I knew it was not like that if he was trampled by a horse..."

Thinking of Tian Yiqing, Xie Yiman and others, Gu Jun sighed in a deep voice, if it was really a sacrifice, those evil believers could do anything.

"I knew..." the old man was still murmuring, "and in Insmouth two years ago, many people were arrested by federal police, and many old houses on the dock were burned."
Chapter completed!