Apostle of Cthulhu

The space in the basement is not large, and it can accommodate an ordinary person's living and dining.

But there are no living facilities here. There is only an iron bucket containing excrement lying in the corner, emitting an annoying stench.

The ground was covered with blood and body remnants, and no one could imagine what kind of horrific things had happened here. This is not a basement at all, but a hell that slaughters the dignity of life.

There is a small electric light in the basement, which still provides weak light. Si Wei stepped on a pool of blood that had not yet solidified and dried. From his perspective, the surface of the blood was covered with a layer of golden lines.

In other words, there was once a creature whose SAN value reached zero and was mercilessly slaughtered.

Looking up, less than two meters away from Si Wei, there was a gray wall covered in claw marks and cracks. There were two sudden holes on the upper side of the wall. It looked like someone had pulled out something that had been embedded in them by force.

A pile of dense white bones with muscle tissue attached were piled up in the corner. Although Si Wei could not determine the type and age of the creature from the bones, he could also see that the skull did not belong to humans.

Someone has kept some kind of terrible monster in captivity here.

Si Wei came up with this answer instantly, and the most crucial point was... that monster should have escaped.

The blood at the feet has not yet solidified, indicating that someone had transported the monster's food here not long ago. Then the monster left here quickly within just a few hours after finishing eating.

The only explanation is... the person who delivered the monster's food was Pansy. When Pansy died, the monster should have received some kind of induction. In order to avoid starving to death or being discovered, it escaped from here.

Since this happens, Si Wei must also doubt whether the other party is a missionary with gifted power, or even a degenerate.

Si Wei felt a chill on his back when he thought of this. Assuming that the monster has the ability to challenge or even kill large animals such as cattle, once the opponent escapes, the consequences will be disastrous!

Just when he was about to go out and tell Jia and others the news, he suddenly realized that he had stepped on something.

Si Wei lowered his head, knelt down on one knee, and picked up the thing that had been crushed by his feet.

It was a ceramic doll, and half of its face was damaged. This led to Si Wei's head being completely shattered when he kicked it.

The doll is white in color, wearing an exquisite little suit, and has a roughly carved brooch on its chest.

The little suit has some wrinkles, as if it has been played with or held in the arms often. The originally clean black was stained with faint scarlet, which looked a bit like bloodstains from a long time ago.

It's possible that this is what the monster imprisoned here... possesses.

Si Wei frowned, and just as he was about to stand up, he noticed something in the corner of his eye.

It was a small hill made of broken bones, with a piece of wood similar to a tombstone inserted on it, with some words written on it.

[Brother, Tomb of Peter Pansy].

——

Qiao was sitting on the sofa on the top floor of the Royal Library, holding a book with no text on the cover in his hand, carefully searching for the clues he needed in the book.

But until now, he hasn't gained enough.

"Mr. Rupert," an old voice sounded behind Joe. The latter turned his head and saw a well-dressed, not luxurious, old man standing behind him, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Recently. Where did you travel again?”

Qiao waved his hand and replied to the gray-haired old man: "I didn't go anywhere, I just wandered around Accra. You know, I rarely leave Accra to go to more distant places." "

"That's good." The old man came over and sat down on the sofa opposite him. "I'm afraid that you will go to Beihai recently. Your father knows your temperament very well and asked us to take good care of you."

"No need." Qiao closed the book and placed it gently on the transparent glass coffee table, "Tell my father that he does not need to get too involved in this matter. I am no longer the stupid young man. . Now I have been transformed.”

The old man maintained a peaceful and charitable smile, "Since Mr. Rupert said so himself, naturally I can't say anything else. Let's get back to the subject, what kind of books or information did you come to the Royal Library to find this time? "

"This." Qiao put the words on the side of the coffin he drew on the coffee table and pushed it to the old man, "I want to know what this string of symbols means."

Joe actually only copied down a bunch of symbols, because the text all over the coffin basically repeated this symbol, and he also emphatically confirmed this.

The old man was confused, took the sketch paper handed over by Qiao, and took a look at the symbols on it.

The next moment, his expression suddenly became serious.

"This...Mr. Rupert, where did you find this string of symbols?"

Qiao raised his eyebrows, and immediately realized that he had found a breakthrough, "One of the auction items in the imperial capital three months ago was called: Halea's Coffin. This string of symbols exists on the golden lines on the edge of the coffin. Now I am investigating I always felt like I had seen these words somewhere, so I came to see if I could find the corresponding books.”

The old man took out a pair of glasses with thin gold rims from his chest pocket, placed them on his eyes, and carefully observed the string of symbols.

After a long time, he gave his own conclusion.

"Mr. Rupert, I should have seen this string of symbols."

Joe showed a happy expression, "Then..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man said with some regret: "I know where those documents are, but my level is not enough. Although I am now the director of the Yellowstone Library in name, I do not have the authority to read the core books in the library."

"Your authority is not enough?" Joe pursed his lips, and his face showed disgust and impatience. "Don't worry, you can go and get the documents directly. No one will stop you in my name. Even if there is any problem later, the relevant person in charge will find me, and you will be fine."

The old man looked at Joe deeply, nodded, stood up and bowed, "Okay, Mr. Rupert, follow your orders. Then, please wait here for me for a moment, I will go to the library's 'inside' to get the books."

Joe nodded, folded his hands on his chest, and crossed his legs.

The old man turned and left. After passing the corner, Joe suddenly whispered to the empty room: "Apai, follow him."