Apostle of Cthulhu

"Once this psychic ritual is successful, 1,927 people will die?" Si Wei said, "Is this the method of resurrection that Spider wants to achieve? Using the souls of more than 1,900 people to promote himself 's resurrection.

Nidhogg completed his explanation, "The spider's resurrection is the opposite of the gecko, which abandons part of its own tissue to give the rest a chance to live. But he lets the abandoned part survive, and the rest becomes a Bait, making others mistakenly think that he is dead. In this case, as a high-level missionary, the limitations of his body are no longer so important.

"Therefore, as long as he can allow the soul to be replenished, the body can always be replaced for the purpose of his resurrection."

To put it simply, it is to abandon the body, use the remaining soul to replenish it by devouring the souls of the dead, and finally find a random body to resurrect. This is a simple statement for most people.

Si Wei naturally understood, but this also meant that the situation he was about to face had become more critical.

"Is there any breakthrough?" Si Wei asked.

Nidhogg would never disappoint Si Wei, "First of all, to achieve this psychic ritual, a part of the seeds must be collected from the 'stamen' part of the psychic ritual every day and planted on the victim's body as a medium for activation.

"Second, the resurrected person cannot directly come into contact with this psychic ritual, otherwise it will be ineffective. Because this is a psychic ritual that strips away the soul. If the soul is allowed to touch it, the resurrected person will die directly."

Seeing that Nidhogg had nothing else to add, Si Wei also chose to go to Waff's room to have a look. Maybe he could find some clues from the psychic ritual itself.

Returning to Room 203 again, this time Wafu's room was not closed. Si Wei gently opened the door and walked in.

Waff was not in the room and had gone somewhere.

Si Wei still remembered where the psychic ceremony was, so he walked directly into the corresponding room and saw the unique flower.

This time, Si Wei never saw those strange gifts, only the withering blue flower blooming in the sun.

Sure enough, is this the source of those seeds...

Just as Si Wei was about to take down the bouquet of flowers, a message from Qiao's spiritual pen came to his ears, "Si Wei, can you help me investigate the information about Gallagher Molinson and Alexander Vav? "

Si Wei was confused and responded with a spiritual pen, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Aren't these two people living in the same apartment as you? Recently, I have observed many grassroots followers of the Pantheon Cult hanging out near Balem's apartment. I suspect that there may be high-level members of the Pantheon Cult appearing in your apartment. Nearby, like that spider.

"I can investigate both Alice Medel and Ellorin Taylor in Balem Apartments, except for Gallagher Molinson and Alexander Vav. I feel the information about them is a bit strange."

Si Wei replied in the affirmative and made an appointment to meet with him. He asked by the way, "Have you investigated Eugene Murphy?"

To this, Qiao's answer was, "No, I know this person and know him well."

Do you know the basics... What an ambiguous answer...

Si Wei didn't go into details. After the two parties confirmed the final time, there was no contact.

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Bonfire area, near Crane's private clinic.

Gallagher stopped with a wry smile, looked back at Bell, who had been following him, and asked: "Mr. Police Officer, why do you always follow me? Are you too idle?"

Seeing that he had such outstanding counter-investigation capabilities, Bell aggravated his suspicions.

Even Joe could know that there were grassroots Pantheon believers frequently coming and going near the nearest Balem apartment, and there was no reason why the Dirty Squad, which had "official channels," didn't know.

Bell had long suspected that there was something wrong with Gallagher, a missionary, so naturally he volunteered to follow him.

During this period, Gallagher's departure from the Balem apartment was gradually increasing. No one knew what he was doing, and no one knew what he had done. Even if Bell had been following him these past few days, he would always be followed. When Gallagher shook it off.

Until today, Gallagher finally stopped pretending and had a direct showdown with Bell.

"I just want to know an answer, where have you been during this time." Bell got straight to the point and directly chose to ask. He knew very well that it was useless for him and Gallagher to beat around the bush. The other party knew his purpose from the beginning. In this case, there was no need to beat around the bush.

Gallagher held his forehead and sighed, "What else can I do as a good citizen? I don't do anything illegal or disciplinary. I beg you, Mr. Police Officer, can you stop following me every day? I'm a A very devout wake-up believer!”

Bell knew that followers of Pantheon could do anything, let alone wear the pendant of the Cross Church on themselves, so he would not believe his words at all, "If you let me follow you, let me understand what you are doing." What, maybe I won’t follow you anymore.”

"Do you think I'll believe you?" Gallagher asked.

"Then do you think I will believe what you just said?" Bell asked.

Just when Gallagher was annoyed by this dead situation, a gentle and easy-going voice broke into the conversation between the two, "Mr. Molinson, there is no need. The conversation between us does not need to be hidden from Grams." Mr. Leif."

Bell raised his eyebrows and turned around, asking the person behind him: "Do you know me?"

Nancy came out of the shadows, but did not come out completely. "Of course, Mr. Bell Clive, I have always wanted to see you, but I have never had time."

"You want to see me?" Bell's words were full of doubts, "Why?"

Nancy smiled, "Because you are a very tragic person, aren't you? As a pawn being used wantonly by the empire, you have no power to choose or make your own decisions. What is the difference between this and a doll?"

When Bell heard this, he did not show any obvious anger, and retorted very rationally: "At least someone is willing to use me, and you? Who are you? Who is willing to use you? Use your speaking ability? Go to court. Defend a wanted criminal?"

"Please allow me to make a prophecy here," Nancy stretched out her index finger and pointed at Belle, "You, Belle Clive, will... kill your teacher with your own hands in the future."