Apostle of Cthulhu

On the stairs on the second floor, there is the attic of the mansion.

The air in the attic is a bit stuffy and exudes a pungent smell. The whole attic is not actually very big, and there are some sundries and wood piled up. Several floor-to-ceiling mirrors covered by black curtains are also placed here, and they look quite old.

The wooden floor under your feet is cheaper than the material of the stairs, and it will make a creaking sound audible to the naked ear when you step on it. In addition, a lot of dust is spread on the floor, and every step Si Wei takes will leave a footprint of gradually darker color.

In general, there is nothing too interesting in the attic, but there is only one place that attracts Si Wei's attention.

At the corner of the stairs, there is a small dark room with a small area. The door of the room is made of very hard metal. When you cover your hand on the door, you can still feel the cold.

There is a heavy iron chain tied to the two handles of the dark iron door, and there is also a large lock that is not rusty to lock it, which cannot be opened by external force at all.

Si Wei did not hesitate, took out the omnipotent All-Knowing Book, and asked: "How do I open this lock?"

The All-Knowing Book replied: "Can you pick the lock?"

"No, I'm not a professional thief."

The All-Knowing Book replied: "Then do you need my 'omnipotence'?"

"If possible, try not to."

"Well, unless you have powerful explosives, you will never be able to open this door in your life." The All-Knowing Book's final conclusion was quite direct.

Si Wei rubbed his temples. He asked the All-Knowing Book to help him kill a fallen last time, and it seemed that the content of the transaction had not been collected yet. He used the power of the All-Knowing Book again at this time. I don't know if there will be some strange consequences: for example, it will pile up, and when the All-Knowing Book thinks it's appropriate, it will take his life directly.

"If I let you open the lock, what is the content of this transaction?" To be on the safe side, Si Wei still asked this question tentatively.

Quan Zhishu was silent for a while, and then gave an answer, "You have no right to know what the transaction is, but I can tell you that the content of this transaction is harmless to you."

After getting this answer, Si Wei was relieved and said, "Then help me open the lock."

Quan Zhishu suddenly added at this time: "There is a certain sensing mechanism on the lock. As long as the lock is opened, someone will sense this remotely. Are you sure you want to open the lock? Or do you want to use my power once more so that the other party will not be aware of this fact?"

Si Wei needs to think carefully about this matter. This sensing mechanism is likely to be set up by Isaac himself. He cannot confirm how far Isaac is from him at this time, nor can he confirm how strong Isaac is. It is very disadvantageous to stimulate the other party at will.

Since Quan Zhishu is ready to open the lock, it is better to go all out and let Quan Zhishu help him block remote perception.

"Okay, I'll use it once more." Si Wei readily agreed to Quan Zhishu's request.

Click——

The door lock opened with a sound. Si Wei looked at the iron lock that popped out by itself and reached out to take it off the iron chain.

He carefully untied the iron chain one circle at a time. Si Wei reached out and grasped the handles on both sides of the iron door, and then... suddenly opened it!

Whoosh——

A gust of cold wind that blew Si Wei's hair rushed out from behind the door and hit Si Wei's unguarded face. The original pungent smell in the air became a little stronger, like... something Si Wei had used before.

After opening the door, Si Wei confirmed that the space inside was indeed not very large. The roof was cascading, about 30 degrees, and the lowest point was about 1.5 meters.

The floor was relatively clean, but extremely messy. A mattress that had already turned yellow was placed randomly in the middle of the floor, and a sheet as thin as paper was wrapped together like a ball of waste paper and piled in a corner of the mattress.

There were some damages on the mattress, and cotton of poor quality overflowed from it, and there seemed to be some scarlet marks on it.

Looking to the side, there were some cheap oil pens piled on the ground. The smell that had been tormenting Si Wei's sense of smell just now came from these oil pens.

These oil pens were of different lengths, and they were obviously used, but their owners had a clear preference for some of the colors, resulting in the oil pens with warmer colors being shorter.

Moving a little further, there were some papers on the ground that looked like they were torn from homework books, and they were painted with various childlike patterns with oil pens, such as big trees, the sun, humans, flowers and grass.

From the paintings on these papers alone, Si Wei could already construct the image of a poor child who was imprisoned here, but still full of expectations and yearning for the outside world.

But! When Si Wei's eyes moved to the wall, the ruthless reality once again shattered his illusion.

On the wall, there were also those oil pens, but they were filled with alien texts, and even some strange patterns that were unknown. It was like hell on earth!

Si Wei couldn't imagine the image of a person who used the wall as his own graffiti wallpaper and then described these alien words and patterns. Perhaps the person living here was not a human, but a monster imprisoned here by humans!

Dong, Dong——

Behind the wall of the attic, the sound of those strange things moving came again. Si Wei wanted to identify their location through the sound, but he couldn't do it because there were too many of them! They were moving everywhere!

What on earth did that guy named Isaac raise here?

Just when Si Wei wanted to turn around and leave this place, he seemed to see something behind the door.

He walked a little closer, opened the door, squatted down, picked up the thing from the ground... or picked it up.

No, this is not a thing, but a dead insect.

The appearance of this insect made Si Wei more familiar, because in the world before he crossed over, this thing could be used as feed for many creatures.

The common name is mealworm, which is a long strip of worm-like creatures with a body connected like vesicles.

The one in Si Wei's hand is dead, but it is different from the mealworm in Si Wei's memory. On the head of this insect, there are small sharp teeth visible to the naked eye, which can easily cut human skin.

Quan Zhishu exuded warmth and took the initiative to show up and explain to Si Wei.

"You'd better hope that you will never see another insect of this kind in your life."

Si Wei was puzzled, "Why?"

The answer given by Quan Zhishu was enough to make most people's backs chill, "This insect is called a gift insect, and generally this insect is only born in the human body. This kind of human is born as a missionary, with high inspiration. They are the best breeding ground for gift insects, and gift insects have always been widely regarded as medicinal materials in some important medicines, so people often use this kind of human to nurture gift insects.

"People who are used as breeding grounds will live a life worse than death. Every day, hundreds of gift insects will break out of their bodies and flow out from every part of their bodies, and then those gift insects will leave "eggs". Finally, day after day, until the day when the victim's body turns into a skeleton. "