Apostle of Cthulhu

"Hey, you're a rare visitor..." Arnold put the wine glass on the bar and looked at the people who came in through the door. There was a hint of sarcasm on his face, "The famous Mr. Bell Clive, I didn't expect you to be there too." Condescending to come to Seaton Bar one day.”

With a straight face, Bell glanced at the civilians who were drinking silently around him and asked, "Have you ever threatened these people?"

"How did you come to this conclusion?" Arnold was curious.

"Ordinary bars are not so quiet. If this happens, it only means that some 'powerful' guys hate this kind of environment."

"So you doubt me?" Arnold sneered twice, "Mr. Bell Clive, you can rest assured that the reason for these people's silence is not because of me, but because of this damn chaotic world."

Bell raised an eyebrow.

"Did you see a man drinking alcohol over there?" Arnold pointed to a man in a suit in the corner and said, "He has a decent job, but since the turmoil started in Beihai, his wife and children left one after another, leaving only He directed the work alone in the factory. However, the fighting between the gangs in Manburg City forced the factory to temporarily suspend operations, even without wages.

"The two people sitting opposite each other silently are a pair of twins. Their father was a member of the police department. He was killed when he intervened in a certain case. The murderer is still at large."

Originally, Arnold wanted to continue talking, but Bell interrupted him in time and brought the topic back, "I'm not here to hear you describe what the world looks like now. I'm here to ask you questions. "

Arnold raised his lips sarcastically, and instead of making a drink for Bell, he asked directly: "What are you asking? I can't guarantee that there will be an answer."

Bell took out a blurry photo from his pocket, but he could vaguely see the appearance of the person in the photo.

"Do you know this person? He should be in Manburg City. Maybe you have seen him."

Arnold looked carefully at the very familiar face in the photo, but after a long time, he still shook his head, "Well... I haven't seen it before, so I'm not sure. Or maybe it's because your photo is not clear. As a result, since you want to find someone, why not find a mystic? I believe that the first group of people sent by the Inquisition will be a mystic or an astrologer, right?"

"Yes," Bell nodded solemnly, "there was indeed an astrologer, but he died of an unknown plague the day after he arrived in Manburg City."

"An unknown plague?" Arnold said, "Then the answer is obvious, right? It's the person you are looking for right now who killed him."

This answer is very one-sided and has not been carefully considered, but Bell himself is also very inclined to this answer.

Therefore, he did not embarrass Arnold who had been retired for many years. He just said: "This person is a migrant in Manburg City, but his residence period is still relatively long. If you happen to see it, I hope you can tell me."

"Why?" Arnold suddenly asked.

Bell frowned, "Because this is related to the safety of tens of thousands of residents in Manburg City. You used to belong to the imperial agency, but don't tell me that you don't care about the safety of the people at all."

Arnold crossed his arms and really gave this answer, "What's the matter? If you knew the reason for my retirement, you wouldn't spend so much time arguing with me about these things, right? It turns out that I am indeed a member of the Inquisition. Mr. President is right, but this does not mean that everything I do is for the sake of the people.

"You must have heard about the Chavit extermination operation more than ten years ago, right? In order to capture a missionary, the entire village was massacred by the judges of our court. At that time, I was still sitting as the President Councilor In my position, if all my actions were for the people, would I still agree to such a ridiculous proposal?”

At this point, the sarcasm in Arnold's words became even more intense, "I have already said that our Tribunal is just a hound of the Divine Tribunal. And hounds will only be loyal to their master's orders."

Bell looked at Arnold with a somewhat hostile look, "Mr. Arnold Griffin, if you must talk to me about those things... I don't think the conversation between us will be too pleasant."

Ping.

Arnold tipped the cup upside down on the bar, and the sound, which was not loud but not quiet, attracted the attention of many drinkers.

"It doesn't matter whether you or I are happy or unhappy. Whether it's me or you... we are just pawns of the politicians in the empire. We have the power they fear, so they use the shackles called 'power' to imprison us Thoughts. You can have many things, but once you want to have 'freedom'... believe me, you have to pay a lot."

These words were like some kind of warning. After hearing the words, Bell took a deep breath and looked at Arnold deeply.

In his eyes at this moment, Arnold was covered in scars, but the pride in his heart made him unwilling to lower his head.

This is a warning as well as an exhortation.

Arnold knew his identity, and it was obvious that he had gone through a special investigation, otherwise his identity would not have been known to anyone except insiders. Now that he knows his identity, he should also understand what he is doing.

"Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention to it." Bell nodded and said, which was regarded as a concession to some extent.

"Take this before you go." Arnold lit a cigarette for himself and handed Bell a folded piece of delicate paper.

Bell was a little confused, but he still took the paper, carefully opened it, and read the text on it carefully.

The text on it was also very simple, with only a simple date and time, a detailed location and a brief text mark.

[October 24, 3:27 pm. At the end of Street 37 in Port Manburg, there is a person waiting for you there. ]

If anyone handed this note to Bell, Bell would throw it away without any consideration. But this note is obviously not ordinary.

At the end of the message, there is a man-made pattern, which is a pattern known to any believer of the vigil in the world, because it symbolizes the pattern of the vigiler who guards heaven, or the paradise, suffering at the gate.

No one dared to personally use a brush to defile this awe-inspiring pattern, but someone did it.

In Bell's memory, only one person would do this.

This person is the tomb robber!