The scenery in Miskatoke is different from anywhere else.

The RV followed the road signs and soon saw the city’s buildings.

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

Unlike Boston, which is prosperous, and Detroit, which is not as retro as Detroit, Miskatoke, as an agricultural city, is full of retro flavor. The most eye-catching thing is the houses with pointed roofs.

This type of Gothic-style architecture usually has strong religious connotations, probably because this architectural style originated in France and is mostly used in churches, such as Notre Dame de Paris, which has been burned down.

But it is somewhat ironic that these churches were not built for religious worship, but were public halls in developed democracies. However, today most of them are associated with religion and faith. It can only be said that time is indeed enough to erase all traces.

It is hard to imagine that buildings with spires and stained glass can be seen everywhere in cities in the 21st century, but in Miskatoke, this is a common sight.

As they got closer to the city, a buzzing sound came from the radio. James, who was driving on shift, turned the knob and finally made the sound clear.

"…Today's Miskatoke hotline is here to help you solve your problem. Let's first take a look at the first reader's letter."

This voice always makes people feel like they have heard it before. Thinking carefully, Lu Ban found that it was from the crazy broadcast last night.

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

Some official radio stations do take a personalized approach, and in countries that value freedom, you can even hear some unspeakable things being broadcast live on official radio stations.

The car shook slightly, and Lu Ban heard the radio continue playing.

"Ms. Blainey from Miskatoke... My husband has been coming home very late every night recently, but his work is not that busy. I don't know where he went for such a long time. One day I tried to follow him after get off work, but I found him hiding in the alley, eating the corpse of a wild dog. What should I do?"

After hearing the first half, a few people in the car smiled knowingly, thinking that it was probably some kind of green plant growing on their heads. But after hearing the second half, no one could laugh anymore.

"Is this a prank?"

Weiss adjusted his glasses and asked subconsciously.

Some radio programs themselves have little popularity, so they have to play those fake letters from readers to liven up the show, which is similar to the host making up and reading the barrage while watching the barrage during a live broadcast.

He thought it was something similar and heard the conversation continue on the radio.

"Ms. Blainey, eating the corpse of a stray dog ​​in an alley is not particularly unusual. As we all know, if a stray dog's corpse is left unattended in a dark place, it will rot and emit a foul smell. So your husband has made a contribution to the cleanliness of the city. You can ask him to take you with him to try it next time."

The radio gave advice, but it sounded strange.

"The second letter is from Mr. Raphael of Miskatoke... I've been troubled recently. The bodies in the warehouse are always dug out by others and scattered everywhere, and they are also missing weights. I tried to put up warning signs and build fences, but they were still dug out in the end. A few days ago, I found that the body was stolen again. I chased them out and saw two people eating on the street. Should I just shoot them?"

The second broadcast message was even more bizarre.

"What is a corpse?"

Talia looked at the others. At first she thought it was some kind of pseudonym, but the more she listened, the more she felt something was wrong.

"Maybe he meant bacon or something."

Valerie guessed.

"Could it be that... the body that was stolen from this person is the wild dog that the listener's husband ate before?"

James tried to explain.

"They stole the smoked dog meat and grilled it on the roadside, I think? Maybe they were afraid that environmentalists or animal rights activists would come and cause trouble. I know those guys. They are all extreme guys."

"is that so?"

Weiss felt something was odd.

"Mr. Raphael, what I want to say is that your right to protect your private property is sacred and inviolable. Shoot those damn guys and make them bleed. Miskatoke needs you to maintain law and order!"

The radio host's words were loud and clear, but the content was really frightening.

“Are they crazy?”

Talia called out, and at the sound of her shrill voice, Scott, who was resting, turned over but did not wake up.

"The third letter was from Mr. Gower of Miskatoke... I was eaten. They hung my body in the house and cut my veins with a knife to drain the blood. I was hung upside down like that. I could only stare at those guys. But I didn't expect that I was stolen. The man dragged me into the street and ate my flesh. His mouth was full of flesh. He called others to him. Oh, thank God, they were all killed in the end. The good rifle bullets went into their heads. Thank God, at least I still had my brains left."

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

"This must be a prank, one of those horror and supernatural radio programs!"

Talia screamed again, causing Scott, who was sleeping soundly beside her, to frown slightly.

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

Lu Ban didn't feel anything, as he had seen this kind of thing many times.

If this is the case with Miskatoke's official radio station, then the city is probably seriously ill.

But it made no difference to Lu Ban, because Feng Yu was trapped here, and it would be strange if Miskatoke didn't have any serious illness.

"This is definitely a story, and it's quite interesting. It may be a special section in conjunction with the film festival!"

Weiss explained that rather than believing the letters were genuine, it was clearly a joke to coincide with the film festival.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Gore. Apparently they don't respect your body. Such people are not welcome in Miskatoke. If you can provide more detailed clues, perhaps we can help you. In any case, making Miskatoke a better place is our ultimate goal!"

"After reading so many letters, let's take a break and listen to a song to relax. Please listen to "Hymn of the Old Gods"."

The hymn-like melody sounded on the radio again, but the lyrics were similar to the somewhat blasphemous songs heard last night, telling about the connection between the great being and the stars. The joyful melody made people feel creepy.

The RV has driven into the city, and sparse passers-by can be seen walking between the Gothic buildings.

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