Chapter 81: Self-inflicted

Time goes back to two minutes ago.
"It's really suffocating me--"
The skull immediately let out a long sigh of relief as soon as he could not see the human shadow disguised as Nyarlatotepu.
Naturally, it doesn't need to breathe. It is extremely funny to make this look specially, and it sounds like a gust of wind blowing through a black hole.
Things are tricky enough, the skull head doesn't want to attract the other party's attention, and along the way, he didn't dare to risk a word in front of him. At this moment, once he left the sight of the ancient god, he hummed a song happily.
Lin You: "..."
The biggest shortcoming of this guy is not that he talks too much, it's that the lack of tone also harms other people's ears.
She seriously suspects that if you want to deal with a skull, the most severe punishment is to tie it up and down with a rope, and entangle it to make it speechless, for fear that it will not really be able to suffocate it.
But having said that, it doesn't seem to need to open its mouth when it speaks. I really want to use some other means to estimate it...
The skull head singing for no reason felt a cold head.
It looked around 360 degrees up, down, left and right in horror, without any blind spots, but didn't see any ambushes. It had to think that it was a mistake in intuition and thought too much. But this time he didn't dare to hum any more, and honestly closed his mouth.
The world is quiet.
From the gate to the door of the house, in addition to the spacious road in front, there is also a winding gravel path. There are neatly trimmed green plants on both sides of the road. The square bushes are rustling with the breeze, and the branches are trembling slightly.
"There are traces here." Gu Heng said, Lin You looked at the place he was pointing, "I'm afraid someone has been entangled."
The bush had obviously been overwhelmed not long ago, and it was most likely that someone had fallen—or hit it here. It's just that there is no sign of anyone there anymore.
Where are all the people in this house?
Lin You glanced in a certain direction.
As soon as Niya appeared in front of them, she guessed that the client was estimated to have been horrible. The traces of being forced into the door and Niya's eagerness to urge them to enter quickly proved this point.
A scream cut through the night sky.
It is SCP-096.
Lin You: "..."
"Hey?" Geng Qinghe stunned, "Hey?"
What the hell? What's the matter? ?
This cry... he had a vague impression, coming from the gate. Think about the pale and thin humanoid creature that the boss called. He is indeed on a certain bus...
He was stunned.
"It seems that I still didn't control my hand." Lin You sighed.
Okay, she said that on purpose, but she didn't expect to be hooked.
Geng Qinghe: "?????"
Why didn't he keep up with this development? !
"Not an archaeologist."
Gu Heng rarely kindly reminded, "It's Nyarlatotepu."
Geng Qinghe: "………………"
Damn it.
He looked left and right without giving up, and found that he was really the only one who believed it and became even more depressed.
Lin You walked a few steps forward and stepped on the stone steps in front of the main entrance. Looking over, she could just see what was happening there.
"Wait," Geng Qinghe hurriedly called, "Sister Pomelo, you said you can't watch it—"
"face?"
Lin You said disapprovingly: "It's okay, I will wear it myself."
--really.
She didn't know what Nyarlatotepu's reaction was after she opened the paper bag and saw 096's face. There was almost no sign of resistance at the scene. Because he had turned into pieces of meat scattered on the ground, and SCP-096, who was squatting next to him, was still crying.
As early as after it tore the opponent to pieces, it touched the dropped paper bag with its two long hands hanging on its sides, and carefully put it back on its head. At this time, he was pulling the edge of the bag to calm his emotions.
Geng Qinghe followed Lin You tremblingly and saw this scene. He was shocked to find that he had heard a little grievance in that voice.
...Illusion, absolutely an illusion!
SCP-096 is not satisfied with this. It leaned down and picked up the bags that it had thrown away out of control one by one, and took everything it picked up into its arms.
"Pomelo, Pomelo sister," the person behind him nervously said, "Is this just..."
He looked at the meat on the ground.
They were all torn like this with bare hands, definitely—
"Do not."
Lin You calmly said, "It's not over yet."
After hearing her words, Geng Qinghe suddenly noticed something. He was breathing fast and his scalp numb watching it all.
The flesh was shaking and swelling.
They bulged up little by little, wriggling aimlessly, and then--
Blasted!
SCP-096 was close at hand, unable to dodge, half of its body was splashed with blood. It turned its head blankly, and in the gradually dissipating smoke, an oversized figure slowly deformed and rose.
At this time it was too late to bow his head.
Nyarlatotep showed another form of him.
Lin You held his breath.
Looking directly at the Cthulhu is a very dangerous thing. According to the judgment of this game, I am afraid that as long as the consciousness is not firm, it will be crazy because of seeing this scene beyond the scope of human understanding.
Even with preparations, after seeing the lump of meat, a sense of utter horror was still pressing on.
Lin You was in a daze, and quickly stopped.
The pitch-black monster is nearly ten meters high. He has no face, is huge and has no specific shape, and a thick tentacles drilled out of the head. He was waving long claws, and his body was also entangled by lumpy tentacles. Normal people would be immobile by this extremely oppressive posture, but SCP-096 would not.
Perceiving the reappearance of the guy it should have killed, it screamed loudly.
It rushed straight to the other side, regardless of the difference in body size between the two sides, and leaped up vigorously, and rushed directly to the monster.
Nyarlatotepu used only one tentacle, and in a blink of an eye he rolled up SCP-096 on his calf, and fell straight down
Lin You's eyelids twitched, but he didn't panic at all.
Of course she had her reasons for letting SCP-096 go.
Once it is in a state of being irritated, the damage is invalid.
SCP-096, which was smashed to the ground, suffered no damage. On the contrary, it made a vague sound and became more vigorous to grasp the tentacle that entangled it. No one can look down on its destructive power, it didn't take long at all, it actually tore the tentacle open.
It is true that this small injury is nothing to Nyarlatotepu, he just slanted his body, and the supporting high foot also leaned aside.
No one knows if he is intentional or unintentional, but the result will always remain the same.
The paper bags scattered on the ground were crushed again.
Lin You felt that SCP-096's cry seemed to stop for a moment.
next moment--
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Its screaming decibels were far better than before, and it pulled at Nyarlatotepu's hands and exhausted all the strength of his body, and slammed--
The jet-black viscous liquid gushed out from the broken mouth like blood, and the tentacle was abruptly torn off. Nyaratotip burst out with a roar, and had to change his original attitude of playing with each other, trying hard to get it off himself.
However, his behavior had already forged a feud with SCP-096, and the latter couldn't let go. The skin was peeled off piece by piece, and even though it was far from killing him, it was enough to provoke Naia. He has always enjoyed the screams of human beings, but now he can't wait for the other party to shut up, it is simply spiritual pollution.
There was never the word "regret" in Nyarlatotepu's dictionary, and he couldn't help but think of how good it would be if he hadn't pulled down the paper bag.
Monsters as high as several floors roared, but they heard incomprehensible words. He seemed to realize that what he had subconsciously rushed out of his throat was the ancient language, and when he spoke again, he almost roared out.
"Don't--call--"
SCP-096: "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Lin You: "..."
She suspected that Nia would have to undergo a sanity test.
Gu Heng: "..."
Geng Qinghe: "..."
Who should sympathize with this situation?
In the next second, he realized that he did not feel sympathy for themselves.
Five minutes-he knew that this was the time limit for Sister Pomelo's ability, and five minutes had arrived.
SCP-096, which had attracted the attention of the evil god, disappeared, and Nyarlatotepu in the form of a monster slowly turned around. Generally speaking, he will not care about those who kill others, but this time the situation is different.
The wound he had been torn had solidified, and the thick tentacles on his face were squirming along with the others, facing the direction where Lin You and the others were. Every time he took his steps, the ground trembled. He narrowed the distance a little bit, and his figure shrank a little bit. After a while, he appeared in front of them again as the dark-skinned man.
His smile couldn't be said to be so hearty, there was no damage on his body, but the original neat clothes were a bit tattered.
"Give me the dagger, I can let you go."
He said, "Except you."
Geng Qinghe's face was as pale as paper, he peeked at it, and Lin You, who was staring at him, shrugged indifferently.
"You said this?" she asked knowingly.
Niya was immediately attracted by the things in her hand.
The delicate and sharp dagger reflected a shallow cold light in the dark night, and everyone present knew that as long as it cut a small opening, Nyarlatotepu would not want to stay on earth. .
"Do you think there will be a chance?" He sneered, "Before that—"
He raised his hand.
The Shantak bird, the horror hunter, and all the servants of the foreign gods, as long as he wants to, can make them pounce on his enemies at any time.
"The number of people may be better for you."
Lin You calmly said, "But, you probably haven't forgotten it yet?"
It was SCP-096's card that she held between her fingers.
She has drawn it once, and now it is not impossible to choose it again.
No matter how many monsters can be summoned, SCP-096's target will not change. It will rush straight to the guy who has seen its face without any interference.
SCP-096 can't perform many complicated tasks, and it is still possible to make a cut with a dagger.
Naia: "..."
His face was uncertain, as if he still remembered SCP-096's high-pitched screams that didn't require a breather.
The air was filled with disturbing tranquility, as if it had bred the coming storm.
After a while, Nyarlatotepu made a noise unexpectedly.
"what……"
"Hahahaha—" He bent over and couldn't see his expression. Geng Qinghe looked at him in horror, suspecting that he was mad, "hahahahahahaha!!"
He didn't really care if he would be expelled from the dagger.
His followers are still moving in secret, even if they are expelled by the dagger, they can still come again at the next new moon. only--
Interestingly, this threat made him feel very strange while annoying him.
Such interesting humans are rare now.
"Ok."
He straightened up, "I changed my mind."