Apostle of Cthulhu

The ship rocked, and Si Wei sat on the bed in his room, holding open the page of the book with one hand, reading the text on it, and taking a sip from a cold glass of water.

"Aren't you afraid of seasickness?" Jia sat opposite him, combing her smooth hair with her hands. "There are very few people like you who read while riding on a boat."

Si Wei shook his head, "Maybe it's because I have a better sense of balance, but I don't feel dizzy. Besides, I was very interested in what was written in this book, so I read more."

Hearing this, Jia Ya also became interested, walked to him, sat down next to Si Wei, and asked, "What are you reading?"

Presenting the cover of the book to Jia, the latter read out word for word, ""Selected Paintings of Joe Rupert"? How come I have never heard of this person?"

"I have never heard of this person, but I was lucky enough to see his paintings once. The very beautiful realistic style makes me want to read all his works from the bottom of my heart."

Siwei did not buy this book. The reputation of Joe Rupert was too small. Siwei asked many people along the way and they all said they had no idea about this person's existence.

And this collection of selected paintings was picked up by Si Wei from a pile of garbage.

Coincidentally, before boarding the boat, Si Wei felt a cramp in his abdomen and went to the toilet. When I was going out, I happened to see this book stuck in the garbage, and Si Wei also picked it up.

It's almost as if someone put it there on purpose.

The packaging of the album is still in good condition, and the cover has not been damaged, but there are some stains and dust.

What surprised Siwei was that Joe Rupert was not limited to one style of painting. Realism, abstraction, etc. There is even more than one type of painting.

Moreover, each of this painter's works has a very high artistic level, and even a layman like Si Wei finds it very beautiful.

But why is such a talented painter not famous at all?

Thumb, thump, thump.

Someone knocked on the door of Si Wei's room. Jia got up and opened the door.

The person who knocked on the door was a sailor with dark skin and strong muscles. He was obviously not the same type of person as Si Wei who grew up in the city.

"Professor Si Wei, we have almost arrived at our destination. Get ready to pack your things and get off the ship."

Si Wei closed the album and nodded, "Okay, I understand, thank you."

The sailor waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing, then turned and left here to prepare for the ship to dock at the dock.

After closing the door, Jia took a look at the clothes that were not piled up randomly and said with emotion: "Fortunately, I knocked your brain out in the forest. If it were you before, this place would probably be full of clothes and books. material."

Si Wei looked at Jia very naturally, and the other party just sighed and did not raise any questions, so there was no need for him to cover up anything to avoid making unnecessary mistakes.

Accra Zhong is a coastal city, considered a large city, with a relatively developed economy, especially the fishing industry.

Si Wei, who traveled through time, did not grow up in a coastal city. If you really wanted to ask him something about fishing, he would definitely not be able to answer a single word.

After getting off the boat, Si Weigang was just thinking about how to solve the problem of the original owner's parents, when Jia asked a very fatal question, "Why don't you go and pay homage to your parents?"

"Sacrifice... pay homage?" Si Wei was stunned for a moment, unable to imagine that the original owner had also become an orphan.

This was not insulting or mocking. Even though Si Wei didn't understand parents at all in this world, he had to do it for the sake of authenticity.

"Hey! Isn't this Si Wei?" On the fishy-smelling street, a middle-aged fisherman wearing a leather apron stained with blood waved his hand to Si Wei and Jia, "After so many years of wandering outside, , finally found out that he’s back?”

"Hello," Si Wei responded politely, not knowing who this person was.

The fisherman laughed loudly, "It seems that the outside world has really smoothed your edges. Now you finally speak without anger. I really hope your parents can see you being so kind now."

Wait, is the original owner's character really that bad?

Si Wei always felt that he was going further and further on the road to correcting the original owner's reputation.

"Here, the current map of Accra." Jia took out a detailed map of Accra from her bag. "You haven't been back for a long time. The place where your parents were buried seems to have been moved. Take the current map." The map should be easier to find. ”

Accrazhong's "Ship of Truth" really made Si Wei anxious, but Jia had already done her job, so it would be unjustifiable not to go.

The cemetery is not too far away. Almost all the residents on the seaside in Accra recognized Siwei and pointed out to him the place where his parents were buried.

Even for the carriage ride, the driver didn't charge a penny because Si Wei had changed so much now.

Si Wei couldn't resist these kind residents, so he had no choice but to take back his wallet and walk towards the empty cemetery.

In this world, the place where people are buried must also pay attention to the so-called "feng shui". In their view, the ocean symbolizes the unknown, and the closer the burial place is to the ocean, it represents a blasphemy against the unknown. Few people bury themselves in a cemetery near the sea, which also results in a small number of tombstones and a wider "space" for each corpse.

Coming to the grave of "his" parents, Si Wei looked at the two unfamiliar names on the tombstone and fell silent.

Jia Ya did not disturb him, but sat under a tree dozens of meters away with a book in her arms, and read the book with warm pages in the bright sunlight.

"Excuse me, you two, I'm not your child." Si Wei squatted down and placed the white lily he bought on the road in front of their tombstones, "At least my soul is not, I'm sorry to borrow your child's body, but I'm really helpless, after all, it's not an ordinary person who sent me to this world."

After chatting with the two who had passed away, Si Wei also completed his task. Back to Jia Ya, the latter glanced at his eyes and asked, "Have you finished sweeping the grave?"

"Well, let's go." Si Wei nodded slightly, showing a listless look.

This was also for Jia Ya to see. If he was still alive and kicking after sweeping his parents' graves alone, there would be a big problem.

This cemetery has no gravekeeper because the previous gravekeeper resigned and no suitable successor has been found yet, so the police in Accra are temporarily managing it.

These are not the main points that Si Wei cares about. The so-called "Ship of Truth" is the goal of Si Wei's trip.