Apostle of Cthulhu

Si Wei randomly found a fisherman who didn't seem to recognize him and asked, "Friend, I would like to ask how many ships have docked at the pier recently?"

The fisherman looked at Si Wei with a look that looked like he was mentally retarded, "How many ships are there? You might as well ask me how many ships dock every day. Accra is not a small city. Do you think we will stand here and count every day?" "

What this man said made sense. Si Wei thanked him and left.

Jia was sitting in a cafe a few hundred meters away. Only inside the store could she isolate herself from the smell of sea water and fish, and she didn't want to be smelly all over her body.

So Si Wei is the only one who is conducting the investigation now. He is holding a notebook and a signature pen. He is standing in the distance of the dock observing the docked ships, talking to the surrounding fishermen and sailors, and taking detailed records.

But the clues obtained by this behavior are not considerable. He has been standing here for at least two hours, and there is no really useful information.

Just as he was wondering what to do next, a voice caught his attention.

"Friend, you have been standing here for so long...don't you feel your legs are sore?"

Si Wei turned his head, his face moved to his shoulder, and his eyes stared at him.

This is a young man who looks slightly younger than Si Wei, probably in his twenties. She looks relatively delicate, with fair skin and a well-proportioned figure.

He has short blond hair and ocean blue eyes, which are very similar to the endless sea in front of him.

"It's okay." Si Wei didn't show any signs of being shaken or frightened. He just turned his head back silently and looked at the sea. "I just want to stand here. The sea can make me feel warm."

"Isn't it?" The young man showed a sly smile, "I see that you are holding a notebook and a pen in your hand, talking to people, and still writing and drawing. You are probably investigating something?"

Si Wei's eyes moved and he continued: "Now that you know everything, is there any need to ask me?"

The young man smiled and patted Si Wei on the shoulder, "Don't get excited, my friend. I just want to know the reason why you concealed your purpose. It's no big deal."

"You must have a purpose for coming to me, right?" Si Wei squinted at the young man, "Before I tell you what I want to do, shouldn't you confess your purpose?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, not expecting Si Wei to make such a request.

But then, he laughed with relief, "It seems that I have not found the wrong person. In that case, there is no need for me to hide anything. Professor Si Wei, I would like to ask you to come with me. Of course... It’s just you, not your assistant.”

"Why?" Si Wei frowned, clipped the signature pen to the cover of his notebook, and then stuffed it into the inner pocket of his windbreaker, "My assistant shouldn't have any influence, right? The assistant I chose, I don't have to do it myself. do you know?"

"Well... that's okay," the young man unexpectedly compromised. Si Wei originally thought that the other party would refuse with a reason that he couldn't refute, "Anyway, the person who entrusted me didn't force anything."

The young man also realized that his behavior was beyond Si Wei's expectations, so he jokingly replied: "Why do you look at me so much? I am just being entrusted by others. It is better to do less than to do more."

"Are you entrusted by someone? Then what did the other person ask you to do?"

The young man shrugged, "Who knows? My mission is to take you to your destination. Everything else depends on the client's arrangements. Anyway, I got a lot of remuneration."

Si Wei felt that there must be some conspiracy behind this, and the young man was still "entrusted by others". If what he said is true, then the client’s meaning is worth pondering.

"What's your name?" Si Wei asked, "I don't want the other person to know my details, but I know nothing about the other person. This is very unacceptable."

"I understand~" The young man put on a helpless expression, "Is this what you people call dominance and possessiveness? Once things are out of your control, you will become very irritable."

Si Wei didn't want to get entangled with him on such psychological topics, so he acquiesced.

"My name is Joe Rupert," the young man said in surprise, extending his hand to Si Wei, "Nice to meet you, Professor Si Wei."

Si Wei shook hands with him and asked casually, "Oh? Are you that famous musician?"

"This kind of testing method is really clumsy, Professor Si Wei." Qiao pursed his lips and seemed to be smiling, "I am a painter, you must have seen my paintings, right?"

Si Wei pretended to recall, "Oh...it's the painting album in that pile of garbage..."

Unexpectedly, Qiao suddenly interrupted him, "No, Professor Si Wei, you saw my paintings earlier."

"Do you know what happened to me on Osins Street?" Si Wei really didn't expect that the other party would actually know about it.

The portrait of Cottes in Furry's hotel on Ocean Street was painted by Joe Rupert.

"Of course, that painting was my painstaking work. I dare say that no one in the world can paint it better than me." Qiao bowed slightly, with pride in his words, "I painted it according to my own , every detail is vividly depicted.”

Siwei heard the problem in Joe's words. He said that he drew it according to Curtis herself, but according to his own research, Curtis published an article about missionaries more than 30 years ago. At that time, no matter how young she was, she should be in her twenties or thirties.

The Joe Rupert in front of him was at most 22 or 23 years old. The Curtis he drew could not be that young!

"I know what you are doubting, Professor Siwei," Joe touched his eyes. Siwei did not understand the meaning of this action. "For missionaries, time... is just a choice."

"Are you playing a charade with me?" Siwei asked back, "Are you also a missionary?"

Joe smiled and gave a confusing answer. "You still have a long way to go, Professor Siwei. In the eyes of ordinary people, you are one of the pioneers among the researchers of R'lyeh culture. But in the eyes of missionaries, you are just a newborn who is just about to peek into the 'unknown'."

Siwei felt more and more that this guy who called himself Joe Rupert was definitely not an ordinary person. He seemed to know a lot of things.

Moreover, Siwei was very happy to establish contact with Curtis through him. He had painted Curtis's portrait, and it was still so beautiful. There was no reason for the two to break off contact.

As far as Siwei knew, Curtis was given a honorific title by the missionaries to praise her research results.

"The one who peeked into the truth."