Apostle of Cthulhu

"Did the police officer say that?" Norris said, "The old wizard predicted that his fourth offspring would bring endless madness and destruction to Yorktown. If the key and Pansy are brothers, and now Pansy is dead, then the key is the culprit who brought madness and destruction to Yorktown. In this case, he should have a certain relationship with the Gate of Truth."

Si Wei said: "In any case, the key and the Gate of Truth are already in hand. The key is how to start them and then point out the route for the 'ship'."

"Don't worry about this," Joe took Norris's arm and glanced at the time on his watch, "I will have a helper here soon who can help us solve the problem."

Hearing this, Norris, Si Wei and Jia all cast doubtful eyes on him.

Helper at this time? I haven't heard Joe say anything about it. What kind of person would intervene in this incident?

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't even know she would come." Joe smiled bitterly and shrugged. "It seems that she came to Accra Zhong for official business. It's just a small favor for her to help us."

Norris looked at Joe with strange eyes, "Official business? What a strange way to say it..."

Joe pursed his lips and smiled, and made a gesture to silence.

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Whew——

The sound of the wind mixed with the sound of the sea hitting the hull, leisurely passing into the ears of every passenger and crew.

Beverly stood on the deck, with her arms on the railing, leaning forward, feeling the gentle sea breeze, and looking at the visible Accra Zhong Pier.

Today, she didn't wear the black windbreaker, nor did she pin the badge of the Court of Justice on her body. She only wore a very simple long skirt, like a girl next door that can be seen everywhere, very charming.

A crew member trembled and walked in front of her, holding something in his hand, and handed it to Bai Fuli, "Miss Shelley... This is what you want."

Bai Fuli turned sideways and took a look at the black sculpture held in the palm of the crew's hand.

It was a sculpture that could not be described in words. Its shape was crazy, with edges and corners, and it could not be called a figure at all.

Its appearance was completely out of the description of three-dimensional creatures. Just looking at it directly would make ordinary people feel uncomfortable, tremble all over, and even lose their minds!

And such a sculpture was carefully held in the hands of a crew member and presented to Bai Fuli.

"I know." Bai Fuli took the sculpture and threw it into the sea.

The crew looked at Bai Fuli's series of actions dully, with dull eyes, and her soul seemed to disappear into the blue sea with the sculpture that fell into the deep sea.

"Your mission has been completed, go and complete what you have always wanted to do."

There was no emotion in Bai Fuli's words.

The crew nodded dully, then turned around, slowly moved his steps, and walked into the cabin.

Less than thirty seconds after he entered the cabin, a muffled sound similar to a gunshot spread throughout the ship.

Bai Fuli stretched, licked her dry lips, estimated the approximate location of Akra Zhong, then walked into the cabin and turned the rudder in one direction.

Even though the hull was shaking violently, Bai Fuli still walked on flat ground, came to the lifeboat on the side of the hull, jumped up lightly, and cut the rope with a hand axe.

This is how she left the ship and went to Akra Zhong.

Boarding this ship was just to solve some things that had not been discovered by the Divine Court. When all the things related to the Pantheon on this ship were destroyed, her mission was completed.

However, there were no living people on this ship.

As long as ordinary people are involved in the "unknown" and do not become missionaries, their SAN value will sooner or later drop to zero, because curiosity will always drive them to investigate events related to the "unknown".

In the end, they will only face death.

And the appearance of Bai Fuli here just accelerated this process.

A ship without a guide embarked on an endless route.

In the end, it will only be buried in the storm.

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A feeling called death has enveloped Malz.

As a believer of the Pantheist, he often feels fear and confusion, but he has never felt death.

He has brushed shoulders with death many times in his life, and the closest one was undoubtedly the private conversation with Jia in the church yesterday. He can guarantee that Jia definitely had a certain murderous intention at that time, but she just didn't show it.

Surviving death has become the norm for Pantheist believers every day.

But the sudden strong feeling like today is something Malz has never experienced!

"Is this... the will of the 'unknown'?" Martz knelt on the floor of his apartment, praying to the spiritual rituals piled up against the wall.

It was his apartment, but it was just an abandoned apartment that he had "borrowed" temporarily. The floor was dirty and the house was full of alcohol. Garbage was everywhere, and there was even a stench of excrement.

But Martz obviously didn't mind this kind of thing. His faith was firm and sacred, and he would never back down because of this kind of thing.

The spiritual rituals piled up on the wall are obviously much more advanced than the spiritual rituals in Mullin's home who committed suicide. The yellowed walls are covered with strange and twisted words in black ink. These are not words from this world, the fonts are arrogant and daunting.

Thump, thump, thump.

At this time, someone knocked on the door of this apartment.

Malz trembled all over, and his pupils were already showing signs of dilation.

The feeling of death was getting stronger and stronger.

The knocks on the door continued, and continued to maintain a fixed frequency, like a demonic sound, eating away at Malz's heart bit by bit.

He felt the secret language from the "unknown", and this death seemed like a fixed ending. This was his end as a Pantheist!

Thump.

The last knock on the door suddenly stopped.

Malz frowned, not knowing why the knocking sound stopped, but the tension of the approaching death was further expanded.

There was no sound of footsteps leaving the door. It was obvious that the other party was still outside the door, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Just as Malz was wondering, a situation he had never expected happened!

A sharp hand axe suddenly pierced through the door, destroying the entire fragile and decayed door into pieces!

A cold face appeared in Malz's sight. Bai Fuli held a pistol loaded with whalebone bullets in her hand, and the black muzzle pointed at Malz's forehead.

"Go to hell and continue to live with your faith."

Bang!

The sound of gunfire continued.