Apostle of Cthulhu

Wow!

Si Wei poured a basin of cold water on the believer's face, waking him up from his coma. He was panting heavily and his heart was beating fast. The intense stimulation just now almost caused him to die suddenly!

"Aha! Huh...you, what do you want to do?"

In the closed and empty house, a dirty orange chandelier swayed from the ceiling, providing a terrifying and depressing atmosphere. Si Wei sat opposite the believer, put down the empty basin in his hand, leaned on the back of the wooden chair, folded his right leg on top of his left leg, and clasped his hands at the knees, "Hello, Mr. believer of the Pantheon Sect. "

This... what is going on!

The believer wanted to struggle, but he found that he had been tied to the chair. It's not night now, and the power of Night Walker's gift cannot be fully exerted. He is only at the second node and cannot break the finger-thick hemp rope!

"Don't struggle. If you fall to the ground with the chair, I won't be too lazy to help you." A dagger for self-defense suddenly appeared in Si Wei's hand. It belonged to the believers. The bright blade was visible to the believers. Coming is like the bad news of death.

The believer swallowed, "I...I won't struggle anymore...What do you want to do..."

He knew very well that even if he struggled, it would be useless. The power of life and death was now in Si Wei's hands. High-ranking missionaries actually have no feelings about killing people. The believers can see this from Siweina's indifferent eyes!

"Why are you spying on Robs?"

This question directly touches on some relatively confidential information, causing believers to not know what to say immediately.

Si Wei frowned, "You won't answer me?"

"No, no, no! I... I just don't know... how to answer..." The believer's eyes were wandering, and he was obviously faking the truth, "That... that... is actually because..."

Bang!

A dull sound came from behind the wall, and the heart-rending roar reached the ears of the believers... Paired with this depressing environment, it was simply the best place to force confessions!

Si Wei frowned. It sounded like Robs, who was the one next door, was once again tortured by the overwhelming sound. He didn't expect that he would be in such a violent situation at first, and by some combination of circumstances, he was able to achieve his purpose of intimidating the believers.

"Did you hear that?" Si Wei's lips curled up, revealing a smile that could make a three-year-old child cry. "If you don't tell the truth seriously... I will consider using some means against you. I can tell you apart. Are you lying? So...you'd better think carefully before speaking."

This oppressive environment...the screams from the next room...and the ability to tell if I'm lying...this guy is definitely a high-ranking missionary! It is very likely that I have been pulled into an illusion created by some kind of gift power, and it is an illusion that can make me feel pain!

The believers who were so frightened that they lost their ability to judge subconsciously made a rough judgment on Si Wei's strength and said quickly: "I said! I said! Please don't torture me!"

Looking at his look, Si Wei could guess what kind of existence he had become in his heart. But just in time, for Si Wei now, a guy who can feel fear is more in line with his needs.

"Very good, only obedient guys are worth using," Si Wei followed his own character in his mind and said, "Answer my question, why do you want to spy on Robs?"

He changed from crossing his legs to crossing his legs, with a cold expression, but in the eyes of believers, he was flamboyant and unbridled. It was his absolute confidence in his own strength and symbolized Si Wei's power to dominate the lives of believers!

"Because... because Robus has entered... the city of Halea... so we suspect that he knows the entrance... so we have been monitoring him, and by the way, we hope to find... the shadow of Norris Anderson."

It seems that the Pantheon Cult is also looking for the entrance to the city of Halea, and is Norris also a thorn in their side... No wonder Norris leaves the matter to himself, if he randomly appears in the sight of the Pantheon Cult believers , it will probably cause quite a commotion.

Si Wei nodded and continued to ask the second question, "There should be a missionary in Manburg City who does not belong to any force. I need to know where that person is."

"This...I...I don't know..." The believer put on an expression that looked like he was about to cry. He was so excited that he almost peed his pants. "I don't even know there are other missionaries here. You want to Believe me!"

Si Wei believed that what he said was not a lie, but since it was so, it meant that the guy was hiding well, and it would still be a little difficult for him to find him out.

"Last question," Si Wei turned the self-defense dagger in his hand, "Have you... ever killed anyone?"

The believer was stunned.

All believers in the Pantheon Religion have at least one life in their hands.

In the Pantheon Religion, the most basic law of inspiration improvement is killing.

The current believer is already at the second node, how could it be possible that he has never killed anyone?

He knew that Si Wei could tell whether he was lying, so he answered with a sense of luck, "Killed...killed, a man and a woman, both teenagers..."

Si Wei closed his eyes. In this case, there was no need for him to let this guy go.

He already knew of his existence and had the sin of killing on his hands. Instead of losing control and degenerating later, causing harm to one party, it is better to give him relief now.

Si Wei let out a long sigh and stood up.

Without saying a word, he finished what he was supposed to do.

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Bell stood on the street with a cold hamburger, scanning the crowd while stuffing his mouth with a fast food made of lettuce, salad dressing and minced beef. Next to him was a cup of still warm coffee, which was his lunch.

Bell's appearance was not eye-catching, with an average height and a well-proportioned figure. Once he changed into casual clothes, he was really the type that could not be recognized when he walked into the crowd.

But this was also very convenient. After all, if you want to follow someone and you are too handsome, it is obviously not suitable for this job.

He had submitted a "leave note" to his superior. Generally speaking, in such a critical moment, any police officer who wants to take leave to rest must go through cumbersome steps, and even the probability of successful leave is only a few tenths of a percent.

But Bell is different. His superior knows where this guy comes from. On weekdays, Bell is his subordinate, but if it really comes to an important moment, Bell can always ride on his head.

Even if he resigned without giving a leave note, his superiors would not take any action. At most, they would just pretend to criticize him and then let him go.

If other police officers dared to do this, the consequences would be disastrous.

After swallowing the hamburger, Bell pretended to take out a newspaper and read it. He adjusted the gray knitted hat on his head and tried to blend in with the crowd around him.

At this time, Bell suddenly noticed a person.

If it were someone else, he might not notice such a person at all. But at this moment, Bell seemed to have some kind of induction, and his eyes unconsciously moved in that direction.

There, he saw a guy who wrapped himself tightly and looked suspicious.

Bell frowned, subconsciously touched the vigil pendant, and then put down the newspaper. He threw the hamburger packaging and the unfinished coffee into the trash can, and followed the man's steps into a corner.