Cthulhu: I'm Really Not an Investigator

"Uncle Phyllis, you are also very handsome today." Claude said truthfully, smiling stiffly and looking at the tentacles on the right side of Uncle Phyllis's face that were constantly wriggling. "Claude, you are really getting better at talking. How about it? Do you have any cheddar cheese with hair on it today?" "Yes, yes, as soon as you told me yesterday, I went in a lot." Claude said, but he was panicking about ways to escape from this town. "Hahahaha, good boy, let me tell you quietly, my Jenny has fallen in love with you. Come to my house to play when you have time?" Uncle Phyllis laughed boldly and began to promote his daughter again. Claude thought of Uncle Felice's daughter with a half-skull head, and suddenly felt like retching. "Are there still people living in this town?" There was a sigh in the distance. A pure horror novel that tries its best to restore the indescribable ultimate horror. Please bring a friend to face it together. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.