Apostle of Cthulhu

Siwei woke up and escaped from the power of the dream eater.

But this time his sleep did not last too long, so when he opened his eyes, he still saw the wooden ceiling of the hotel on Osings Street.

The sound of Oliver's music had stopped, and the music that made people crazy also ushered in its final chapter, disappearing in the silence.

Siwei shook his head. This time after using the power of the dream eater, his head did not hurt much. Maybe he got used to it, or maybe it was because the duration of this time was not long.

Standing up, Siwei sorted out his thoughts and came to the door of the attic again.

Ding, Ding——

Olefer heard Siwei knocking on the door, slowly moved his tired steps, and opened the door for Siwei.

Oliver's eyes were full of bloodshot, and his unhealthy skin became even paler and drier. His lips were chapped, his skin was loose, and wrinkles were everywhere.

"Is it convenient for me to come in for a while, Mr. Oliver?" Siwei said.

Oliver hesitated, not knowing why Siwei entered the attic. In his opinion, Siwei was just a young man who chose to step into Osins Street again and again, and even liked his crazy music. Oliver could not see any element related to "unknown" in him.

Oliver knew that he could not beat this young man, so he let him in.

Siwei thanked him and squeezed in sideways.

The room was still dirty and messy, and the scarlet curtains used to cover the windows fluttered gently, as if they had been pulled open.

"Mr. Oliver," seeing Oliver close the door, Si Wei did not rush forward to open the curtains, but chose to talk, "You can't speak now, right?"

Olef looked at Si Wei with strange eyes, as if saying, "Look at me now, do I look like I can speak?"

"You should have been able to speak normally before, right? Then who ruined your voice?"

Olef trembled all over and his pupils dilated to a certain extent when he heard this. He looked at Si Wei, and never expected that Si Wei would know such a thing!

"Why do you want to ruin your voice? This has always been a point that I am very confused about." Si Wei's eyes gradually turned cold, "Logically speaking, the 'unknown' only requires you to play music, and ruining your voice is unnecessary. But the other party still did it, which means that the other party does not want you to say anything.

"Mr. Oliver, you should have faced the 'unknown', right? "

Bang!

Olefer knelt suddenly on the ground, obviously his legs were weak, fear licked his fragile soul, and brought back the memory of that day.

"It is rare for a case like you to face the 'unknown' directly, not only did not become a missionary, but also did not go crazy."

Missionaries are people who have obtained the power of gifts. Oliver's situation is definitely impossible to obtain the gift, so he is naturally not a missionary.

Olefer shook his head, his dry eyes desperately squeezed out tears, begging Siwei not to continue.

But Siwei would not stop, because the truth was about to be revealed in front of him, "Mr. Oliver, please tell me, do you have no power to write the 'truth' now?

"Under the surveillance of the 'unknown', you can't speak, you can't write the truth, and even Fury downstairs doesn't know what kind of situation you are facing."

At this time, when Siwei mentioned Fury, he noticed that Oliver's expression had changed significantly.

From fear to... doubt.

"Wait a minute," Siwei noticed something was wrong, "You don't know who Fury is?"

Although Oliver was still afraid, he still shook his head in confusion at Siwei's question.

He didn't know Fury?

That was impossible, because Siwei witnessed their memories, and Oliver even talked to Fury.

Wait, whose memory did he see?

The old man only told him that it was a dream, and didn't specify whose dream it was. From the beginning, his judgment of the owner of the dream was his arbitrary assumption.

But if that memory didn't belong to Oliver...who else could it be? Fury? Or the old man?

Buzz--

A strange sound similar to the vibration of a string sounded, and Oliver immediately jumped up from the ground and grabbed the violin half a meter away from him.

And that sound came from outside the window!

Siwei turned his head to look in the direction of the window, and a gust of wind swept in, and the curtains were blown by the wind and fluttered in the air. Disaster-like sounds swarmed in from the small window.

Oliver held the bow and the body of the violin, and the bow and the string rubbed against each other, but the music he played was almost the same as the sound outside the window.

The magic sounds from both sides poured into Siwei's mind, but surprisingly did not make Siwei feel uncomfortable.

The strong wind swept over Siwei, and even his hair could not be lifted at all. But this strong wind frantically hit Oliver's resolute face, almost wanting to break his strings!

Siwei could not see what was outside the window. It was dark outside the window, but he could not even take a step forward, let alone bend down to see.

So, he could only turn around and put his hope on Oliver who was playing the music.

However! The moment Siwei looked at Oliver, he knew that it was too late.

Olefer was no longer the person Siwei knew. This time, he not only lost his voice, but also his eyes.

There was no content in his eye sockets, and black liquid flowed out of them. The liquid gave off a pungent smell that made people nauseous.

At this moment, the person standing there was not a person, but a puppet, a walking corpse. He pulled the strings monotonously, making a harsh sound, and lost his soul.

There was no doubt that he was dead, dead in the attic of this unattended hotel.

Siwei understood that if Oliver kept pulling the strings in the posture of a corpse, nothing would go well. He couldn't move, or even retreat. The only action Siwei could perform was with his hands.

So, he took out the pistol under his ribs.

He didn't feel any guilt, and reason made him make the right decision. And the person in front of him was basically a corpse, and his goal was to make the corpse unable to move.

"Truth will live forever, and ignorance will die." Siwei said.

Then he pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Brilliant flames spurted out from the muzzle, and the bullet came unimpeded to Oliver, piercing him and shattering him.

The last note, after the gunshot, came from the contact point between the string and the bow.

There was no blood, only black liquid.

Now Oliver is a real fallen man, he is crazy and has no reason.

The strong wind subsided after confirming that Oliver was dead, and Siwei could move his legs. He put away the pistol, took a last look at Oliver who had lost his head, and turned around silently.

Outside the window, there was only darkness.

Maybe there were some red and white lights, and the truth that Siwei wanted to find.