I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 773

Chapter 773 772. Three-segment broadcast

The scenery of Miskatok is different from other places.

The RV follows the signs on the street signs, and soon you can see the buildings of the city.

At the end of the vast winter uncultivated farmland is the city.

It is not as prosperous as Boston, nor as retro as Detroit. As an agricultural city, Miskatoke is full of retro flavors. The most striking thing is the houses with pointed roofs.

This Gothic-style building usually has a strong religious connotation, probably because the French-derived architectural style is mostly used in churches, such as the Notre-Dame Cathedral that has been burned and destroyed.

But it is somewhat ironic that the construction of these churches was not due to religious worship, but democratically developed public auditoriums. Today, most of them are related to religion and belief. It can only be said that time is indeed enough to erase all traces.

The spires, stained glass, such buildings are hard to imagine that can be seen everywhere in the city of the 21st century, but in Miskatoke, this is the daily scenery.

Approaching the city, there was a rustling sound on the radio. James, who was driving the shift, turned the knob, and finally made the sound clear.

“.Today’s Miskatoke Hotline, to solve your problem, we first look at the first reader letter.”

This voice always makes people feel like they have heard it before. Thinking back carefully, Lu Bian realized that it was on the crazy broadcast last night.

Now it sounds like this is not a private station, so it sounds like an official one?

Some official radio stations do take a personalized approach. In a country that advocates freedom, you can even hear some indescribable things being broadcast live on official radio stations.

The car swayed slightly, and Lu Bian heard the broadcast continue.

“Ms Blaney from Miskatoke My husband has been back late every night lately but his work is not that busy and he has no idea where he has been for such a long time and one day I tried to track After he got off work, he found that he was hiding in the alley, eating the carcass of wild dogs, what should I do?”

Hearing the first half, several people in the car would still smile, thinking that some kind of green plant was growing on their heads, but when they heard the second half, everyone could not laugh.

“Is this a prank?”

Wes adjusted his glasses and asked subconsciously.

Some radio programs are not very popular in themselves, and they have to broadcast those fake readers’ letters to make a living, which is similar to the narration of the bullet screen when the anchor is watching the bullet screen live.

He thought it was similar and heard the radio continue talking.

“Ms Blaney, eating dingo carcasses in an alley is not particularly unusual, and it’s well known that dingo carcasses become corrupt and smelly if left untreated in a shady place, so your husband also It has contributed to the cleanliness of the city, and next time you can let him take you to try it together.”

The advice is given on the radio, but it sounds weird.

“Second letter, Mr. Raphael from Miskatoc, I’ve been very troubled recently. The corpses in the warehouse are always found by others and found everywhere. A warning sign and a guardrail were erected, but they were turned over in the end. A few days ago, I found out that the body had been stolen. I chased it out and saw that two people were eating on the street. Should I kill them with a gun?”

The second broadcast letter was even more bizarre.

“What is a corpse?”

Talia looked at the others. At first she thought it was a nickname, but the more she heard it, the more wrong she felt.

“Maybe he meant bacon or something.”

Valerie guesses.

“Could it be that this person’s stolen body is the wild dog eaten by the listener’s husband?”

James tried to explain.

“They stole smoked dog meat and grilled it on the roadside, maybe? Maybe it’s because of the environmentalists or animal protectionists, I know those guys, they’re extreme guys. ”

“is that so?”

Weiss thinks it’s weird.

“Mr. Raphael, what I want to say is that the right to protect your private property is sacred and inviolable, shoot those damned guys and let them see blood, the security of Miskatok needs you!”

The radio host’s words were high, but the content was really trembling.

“Are they crazy?”

Thalia exclaimed, hearing her sharp voice, Scott, who was resting, rolled over, but did not wake up.

“The third letter is from Mr. Gower from Miskatok. I was eaten. They hung my body in the house, cut the blood vessels with a knife, and drained the blood. I was hanged upside down. Can only stare at those guys, didn’t expect me to be stolen, that guy dragged me down the street, he ate my flesh and blood, mouth full, mouth full, and he called other people, oh , thank God, they were all killed in the end, good rifle bullets got into their heads, thank God, I at least have brains left.”

The radio host spoke again, and the people in the car were completely overwhelmed by the letter this time.

“This must be a prank, it’s that kind of terrifying paranormal radio show!”

Thalia exclaimed again, causing Scott, who was sleeping beside him, to frown slightly.

“The good news is we now know the whole story.”

Lu stumbles without any emotion, he has seen this kind of thing a lot.

If that’s the case with Miskatuk’s official radio station, then the city is probably a little sick too.

But it didn’t make any difference to Lu Jian, because Feng Yu was trapped here, it would be strange if Miskatok didn’t have any serious illness.

“It’s definitely telling a story, but it’s quite interesting, maybe it’s a special column for the film festival!”

Weiss explained that it was clearly a festival joke rather than believing that the letters were real.

“Oh, I’m sorry, this Mr. Gower, obviously they don’t respect your corpse, Miskatok doesn’t welcome him, if you can provide more detailed clues, maybe we can help you , no matter what, making Miskatuk a better place is our ultimate goal!”

“After reading so many letters, let’s take a break and listen to a song to relax for a while, please listen to “Ode to the Old Gods”.”

The hymn-like melody played again on the radio, except that the lyrics were similar to the somewhat profane songs heard last night, about the connection between the great being and the stars, and the joyful melody was creepy. .

The RV has entered the city, and among those Gothic buildings, you can see sparsely walking passers-by.

Every passerby had a weird and exaggerated smile on his face.

(end of this chapter)