Apostle of Cthulhu

The living room of the small villa is relatively large, and the decoration is not luxurious. It looks quite oriental-style, which is rare in this world.

Sitting on the yellow sofa in the middle of the living room, Swinton felt lifeless. The man poured a cup of tea for the two of them, sat in front of them, and began to tell the whole story.

"It started a month ago. I don't know what happened. As soon as the child came home, he suddenly locked himself in the room and refused to come out no matter what.

“At first, we thought he was having a tantrum and simply ignored him. Who knew that it got worse and worse afterwards, and he didn’t eat a meal or even drink a drop of water, which lasted for half a month!

"During this period, we also tried to pull him out, but no matter how much force we used, we couldn't pull the child out of the room. We asked a strong man to help, but in the end we still couldn't. There was no way, the man even suffered a lot of injuries.

"Then, half a month ago, we couldn't even open the door, and we didn't even have the chance to see him. The only way to communicate was to write words on paper, and then pass it through the crack of the door, waiting for his call. reply."

There was pain and despair in the husband's words, and he must be blaming himself now, because in his opinion, his son's autism was likely related to the actions he took in the first few days.

But now that things have reached this point, it's definitely not as simple as an quarrel. The missionary's involvement is already a certainty. The only thing that needs to be confirmed is who it is and what the other party wants to do.

At this time, Si Wei frowned, as if he caught something in the man's eyes.

"Mr. Ale, can you raise your head?"

Al did as he was told and looked squarely at Si Wei with his bloodshot eyes.

As expected, Al's eyes were now filled with those golden words, but the words were too small, and Si Wei could not identify the specific meaning of those words.

The last time Si Wei saw golden words in someone else's eyes, he saw them in Nancy's eyes.

Is this...could it also have something to do with my improvement in strength?

In the past, Si Wei could only identify a person's mental state from his blood. Perhaps now, he could identify whether a person was crazy just by looking at his eyes.

Al is undoubtedly very dangerous now.

"Please go take a rest first and adjust your mentality." Si Wei gave heartfelt advice, "Otherwise, I think it will be difficult for you to resist the psychological pressure now. It is best to take a nap. Leave your son to us."

A little liquid overflowed from the corners of Al's eyes. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, held Si Wei's hand, and solemnly thanked him: "I understand, Professor Si Wei, thank you very much for taking the trouble to come here today." Here, my son... is left to you!"

Si Wei nodded and arranged for Gallagher to place Al in place.

He cast his eyes on the duplex staircase next to him. As long as he climbed the stairs, he would see the room belonging to Ahri's child directly in front of him.

And the burning breath also spread from it.

Crunch…

Stepping up the stairs, Si Wei attached the power of the gift to his eyes and began to watch for possible dangerous things around him.

But for now, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Arriving at the door, Si Wei gently knocked on the door, but a burning sensation instantly spread from the surface of his skin to Si Wei's brain.

"Hiss..." Si Wei took a breath. Under his touch, the temperature of the entire facade had reached a height that was unbearable for ordinary people!

But Al should have knocked on the door more than once. Didn't they feel the difference in temperature?

Feeling that this incident was more and more unusual, Si Wei shouted from outside the door: "My child, are you okay now?"

No voice responded to him.

"I'm here to help you. There should be something wrong with you right now." Si Wei had already taken out a pistol in his hand. Although Ale and the others couldn't break the glass with their guns, Si Wei now had the gifted weapons, so they might be able to break the door.

There was still no sound, and there was a dead silence inside, as if there were no living things at all.

According to Al's previous statement, Si Wei wrote a note to prove his identity, stuffed it under the door, and waited for the other party's response.

In less than two minutes, the other party handed back a note.

but! This note was definitely not what Si Wei had originally imagined.

A piece of pure white paper was covered with blood.

This is actually a blood book with blood as ink!

Si Wei picked up the paper and gradually read the words on it.

"Go away, otherwise, I want you to look good."

Pointing his gun at the handle on the door, Si Wei gave an ultimatum, "I'll give you one last chance. If you don't come out, I will force my way in."

After handing this piece of paper in, there was no response at all, as if nothing had been heard.

After confirming the other party's attitude, Si Wei was no longer prepared to hide anything. He raised his pistol and pointed it at the front door and shot him!

Bang——

Strangely, the moment the whalebone bullet touched the door, some inconspicuous ripples spread out, which actually disintegrated the impact of the whalebone bullet, keeping its original shape and falling directly to the ground.

"It seems that the door also has the effect of the power of grace..." Si Wei frowned, "That's very difficult, I still can't fully control my own power of grace. If I can use the truth disqualification, this door is not a problem at all..."

At this time, Gallaher also came up, "How is it? Is there any progress? I seem to have heard you shoot just now."

Si Wei picked up the bullet from the ground, "Look, this is the bullet after I shot, but it has no use."

"Really? Let me try." As he said, Gallaher passed Si Wei and knocked on the door.

Incredibly, he seemed to really not feel the burning temperature, his face remained calm, and he even put his palm on the door.

Is it... this a kind of gift ritual specifically for me?

The more Si Wei thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. It seemed that this matter must have something to do with him.

In Fulingdu, Si Wei had only one person he suspected the most for a conspiracy that could be related to him.

That was Nancy!

Perhaps, this time, it was Nancy who did it too. He had to find a time to ask her about it.