When Fang Zheng arrived at the reception room, he quickly saw Alan Howard, a gentleman in his early thirties, dressed very neatly. Next to Alan Howard sat an old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with completely white hair, sunken eye sockets, and looked a little absent-minded.

"Good morning, Mr. Van Helsing."

Seeing Fang Zheng come in, the two men stood up hurriedly, and then Alan Howard extended his hand.

“I’m Alan Howard from Miskatonic University, currently teaching in the Department of Psychology.”

"Hello."

Fang Zheng stretched out his hand, shook it gently, and then looked at the old man next to him.

"Who is this?"

"This is my father. I'm so sorry, he doesn't look...well."

"Nothing, I can prepare him a cup of hot tea if needed."

"Then I'll leave it to you..."

The two of them exchanged pleasantries, but at this moment, the old man standing next to Alan Howard stared at Fang Zheng intently. Strictly speaking - he looked at Fang Zheng's opening and closing mouth, then suddenly jumped back and screamed.

“It’s you! It’s you!!”

This sudden scene startled everyone present. Nymph hurriedly sat up, and Asakura Ryoko silently stood in front of Nymph. The old man seemed to want to jump back, but instead fell headfirst onto the sofa. Even so, he stared at Fang Zheng and roared loudly.

"It's you, yes, it's you! I know it's you! It's you!!!"

"……?"

Seeing the old man's terrified expression as if he had seen a devil, Fang Zheng was stunned, and then he looked at Alan Howard beside him in confusion. At this moment, Alan Howard also rushed to his father and grabbed him vigorously.

"Father, wake up! Please calm down!"

"No, I'm sober. I know it's him. It's him. That voice is his...!!"

The old man waved his arms desperately, looking like a wronged prisoner who was desperately accusing something. In desperation, Alan Howard had to pull him up and walk towards the door.

"I am very sorry to bother you, Mr. Van Helsing, but my father--"

"I know, Ryoko, you go and see them off."

Fang Zheng waved his hand, and Asakura Ryoko hurried to the old man's side, and together with Professor Allen, took the old man out of the room.

What the hell is this.

Fang Zheng was speechless about this. Why did this damn world always have such meaningless things happening...

"Master, have you seen that old man?"

"No, I am sure I have never met him."

Fang Zheng was convinced that the old man had never met him before, because when he walked into the reception room, the old man didn't react when he saw him. It was not until he opened his mouth to greet Professor Allen that the old man suddenly changed his appearance. In other words, he had never seen him, but had heard his voice?

This is strange. The old man is not a magical girl. I would never find such an old man to preach to.

Although Fang Zheng didn't know what was going on, fortunately Professor Allen was still reliable. A day later, he visited again, but this time he was alone.

"I am terribly sorry, Mr. Van Helsing, but my father...is not doing very well."

"nothing."

Facing Professor Allen who was apologizing to him, Fang Zheng waved his hand.

"But I am indeed very curious about his situation. Can you tell me what is going on, Professor Allen?"

"this……"

Faced with Fang Zheng's question, Professor Allen hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell everything.

"In fact, to be honest, my father was once a professor at Miskanitok University. He was responsible for teaching economics at the time... I wonder if you have heard of this incident. Twenty years ago, a professor at Miskanitok University suddenly fell into a coma during a class?"

"Sorry, I have no impression."

"I suppose so."

Alan smiled bitterly.

"I was just a child at the time, but I knew very well that my father was not like that originally. But after he woke up from his coma, he was no longer my father... How should I put it, it was as if another soul had taken over his body."

At this point, Professor Allen seemed to recall the situation at that time, and his expression changed slightly.

"After my father woke up, he couldn't talk, walk, or do anything. It was as if... the body inside was something completely different from my father. It wasn't even familiar with how to move with a human body. My mother was afraid of such a father, so she took my two brothers away. But I believed that my father had just gone somewhere and would definitely come back... At least that's what I thought."

"This is really interesting."

Fang Zheng picked up the teacup and took a sip of coffee, while Professor Allen gave a helpless smile.

"In fact, after that, my father became a completely different person. He devoted himself to studying all day long... You know, he was originally a professor of economics, but after waking up, he read all the materials on all subjects, even some materials on mysticism that he had originally sneered at. In addition, he used his savings to travel around the world and went to some... I don't know how to describe it. In short, at that time I also felt that the man was not my father, but some kind of creature in my father's skin..."

Fortunately, you are not Chinese, otherwise, if you were possessed by evil spirits, there would be nothing but black blood.

"Twenty years passed like this, and then one day, my father suddenly came back... Yes, I knew he was back, but something was wrong with him. His mind seemed to be stuck in the economics class he taught twenty years ago when he was in a coma. Not only that, after that, my father kept having weird nightmares. He said he seemed to have gone somewhere and seen something. He wrote them all down... I'm really embarrassed. In fact, I studied psychology for my father because I thought it might be helpful to him."

"Okay, I understand the situation, but...what does this have to do with me?"

"I am very sorry, Mr. Van Helsing, but strictly speaking this matter has nothing to do with you. It's just that my father--"

As he spoke, Professor Allen showed an embarrassed expression, then took out a notebook and handed it over. Fang Zheng took the notebook and opened it. He could see densely packed words inside. It looked a bit like a documentary novel, but also a bit like the random writing of a lunatic. However, there was this sentence in it.

"At that time, I heard it, I heard it, a voice from the void! 'Get out! Don't let me see you again!' I could understand that sentence, and the monsters began to flee, they screamed and roared, and I felt that everything seemed to have changed, the whole world, the whole world was in it..."

At this point, the handwriting became much messier, and Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly. Obviously, this was exactly what he said when he faced those monsters last night... Hmm, so that's what happened.

After closing the notebook, Fang Zheng could more or less understand what the old man meant. From the notebook, it seemed that the old man's soul had been transferred to the body of a monster in another world, and based on the actions of those monsters last night, it was obviously not the first time they had done this soul-swapping trick.

As for yesterday... well, yesterday is just an adjective. The influence on time itself is not limited by time. So for Fang Zheng, it was just what happened last night, but for the old man, it might have happened on a certain day within the past twenty years.

It was no wonder that he showed such a terrified expression after hearing his own voice. After all, Fang Zheng had used divine power at that time, which was equivalent to the voice of God. The voice of God would not be forgotten, but would be firmly engraved in the depths of the soul. Therefore, when the old man heard Fang Zheng's voice, he immediately recalled the memorable roar... Well, it was not surprising.

"Yeah, very interesting story."

Fang Zheng returned the notebook to Professor Allen.

"So, what do you want to talk to me about? It shouldn't be about this strange novel setting."

"Yes, I'm really sorry. Actually, an Australian explorer recently wrote to my father, claiming that he accidentally discovered buildings that matched the dreams my father had described in the magazine while exploring the desert hinterland of Australia. He hoped that my father could go with them to explore, but I'm sorry, we don't have enough funds. After all, my father's savings of the past 20 years have almost been squandered. At this time, Professor Mike learned about my father and me and suggested that I seek your support..."

The old guy didn't get the money in vain.

Hearing this, Fang Zheng nodded. Indeed, when he returned to Miskanitok University, Fang Zheng told Mike that if his colleagues planned to have similar adventures or exploration plans, they could contact him again. Mike nodded in agreement... Now it seems that he is quite sensible.

However, Professor Mike himself seemed to be a little shocked after witnessing the ancient city and the Shoggoth with his own eyes, and it is impossible for him to plan any expeditions in the short term.

"That's certainly no problem."

Fang Zheng smiled slightly when he said this.

"But I have a small request."

"What do you want?"

"I want to go with you, too. After all, I also like traveling."

By the way, I also like BBQ.