Apostle of Cthulhu

"Welcome to our bar." In the empty bar, a mature and steady bartender dressed in waiter's clothes stood at the bar, silently wiping the inner wall of the goblet, and turned his attention to the two people who walked into the bar. "Is this your first time here?"

Si Wei took a look at the decoration of the bar. It was in a relatively classical style. The lighting is a bit dim, but not enough for people to see clearly. The walls are painted orange, and when paired with orange lights, the entire space appears brighter.

The bar counter is made of imitation black marble, which is cool to the touch and has warm texture.

"This is indeed my first time. Do you have any recommendations?" Qiao naturally sat on the round wooden chair in front of the bar and said to the bartender, "I am a bartender, I hope you won't disappoint me."

Si Wei also sat next to Qiao and warned, "Just give me a glass of fruit wine that's not too high in alcohol content."

The bartender smiled slightly, and suddenly brought out a silver tray with two wine glasses from the bar, and placed the wine glasses filled with liquid in front of the two of them one after another, "Please use."

"It looks like it was prepared for us early in the morning..." Si Wei glanced at the bartender, "Who are you?"

The bartender kept an elegant and easy-going smile, "Drink, and you will know who I am."

What a strange statement. Is there something in the wine?

Si Wei looked at Qiao again, who saw him looking at him and could only shrug, "Don't look at me. This is my first time meeting this person. I don't even know if he is the client."

Does this mean that even Joe himself has never seen his client?

"Drink quickly. If you don't drink, you won't get the answer. Don't you think it's normal to pay a little price for the truth?"

"But I'm very curious about whether the truth is proportional to the price paid." Si Wei moved the liquid to his mouth, but did not let it pass into his lips. "If I drink it, I will finally feel that your identity is not worthy of letting me drink it." What should you do with this glass of wine?”

The bartender spread his hands and said, "What else can I do? You can feel that it is not worth it in any situation, and I can only passively accept it. Do you want me to give you any compensation? How many lems do you want?"

Si Wei shook his head, "Money is not important. The key is that I want to get something of substantial value. For example...things related to missionaries."

"This conversation between you and me has already been based on what you think is not worth it." The bartender thought clearly and did not fall for Si Wei's trick. "Drink if you like. If you don't want to drink, turn around and leave. It's that simple."

Seeing the other party talking like this, Si Wei also knew that pushing him like this was not an option, so he decisively drank a whole glass of wine.

Qiao watched Si Wei drink a whole cup and thought it would be a shame not to drink something after he had already come here, so he grabbed the cup and poured it down his throat.

Who knows... Si Wei buried his head and vomited out what he had just drank.

Although this behavior is very disgusting, it is very effective, because Qiao was stunned and swallowed the contents of his throat.

"What are you doing?" the bartender asked. Not only did he want to ask, but Joe, who was deceived, also wanted to question what on earth this guy was doing. How could he still spit something out?

Si Wei stared at Qiao, who had swallowed his drink. The latter stayed for a while, and his face turned red in a short time. About forty seconds later, he fell face down and hit the bar.

Fainted...

"What's going on?" Si Wei asked, even thankful in his heart that he didn't drink.

The bartender rubbed his forehead, "This is just eight degrees of beer. Isn't he a drunkard?"

Joe's drinking capacity was not good, and the eight degrees of beer immediately caused his brain to shut down.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the wine, Si Wei poured the vomited stuff into his stomach again. This move made the bartender roll his eyes, "Don't you feel sick?"

"Compared to dying inexplicably, this is already very good." Si Wei took out a sanitary napkin from the side of the bar, wiped the corners of his mouth, and asked, "Can you tell me now? Who are you? ?”

"Does your opportunistic method really pass the test..." The bartender's tone sounded obviously helpless, "Forget it, it's not the person I want to test anyway."

This sentence also hides a lot of information, but Si Wei hasn't heard it yet.

"My name is Norris Anderson, and I am a grave robber."

"It's...what?" Si Wei was stunned for a moment. How did he say this?

Norris said matter-of-factly: "He's just a tomb robber, not a shameful profession."

Si Wei asked: "Do you think tomb robbing is a normal profession that is generally recognized by the public?"

"It's not that, it's just that there are a lot of tomb robbers in this world, but you don't know it." Norris put down the wine glass and tablecloth, "And because we often deal with corpses and darkness, our inspiration is usually relatively high, and it's easy to Become a missionary.”

"Oh? According to you, you are a missionary yourself?"

Norris nodded, "Of course, otherwise the other party wouldn't have gathered the three of us together. Professor Si Wei, I have long admired your name."

Si Wei shook hands with him, "I'm serious, but since the three of us were deliberately brought together by the other party, it's hard not to doubt the other party's purpose. I don't have any clues here, what about you?"

When mentioning this issue, Norris took out a letter from under the table, and the paint on it was still intact.

"This is what the client gave me. He said that if you have the courage to drink that glass of wine, we can cooperate with you and the commission can continue."

Si Wei took the envelope, looked left and right, and asked: "It seems that this commission has a very close relationship with me. Without me, even the commission cannot proceed normally."

Norris did not refute or agree, but came to the side and prepared to wake up Joe who had fainted.

"By the way, be gentle when waking him up, don't do anything to his hand." Si Wei was about to remove the wax, and deliberately reminded him, "This guy is still a painter after all. We can't afford to damage his hand."

Norris expressed his understanding, and lifted a bucket of ice water mixture from under the bar and poured it directly on Joe's head.

"Do you want him to die suddenly?" Hearing the screams, Si Wei wiped the cold sweat from his head, "This behavior is not worth promoting."

Norris threw the bucket aside and clapped his hands, "I am an efficiency-oriented person. If he dies like this, it can only be said that his fate ends here."

Joe, who woke up in shock, had not yet reacted, and had no time to ask a few questions, before he felt his stomach churning and turned his head to vomit strange objects all over the floor.

"What did you eat?" Norris frowned and saw that there was something undigested in the vomit!

While Norris was studying the ingredients of Joe's lunch, Si Wei had already opened the envelope, pulled out the letter inside, and saw the contents inside.