Apostle of Cthulhu

Norris sat on a bench in the park, wearing sunglasses and a cap, a windbreaker, and holding a newspaper, looking like a fugitive.

Si Wei came over from the other end of the street and sat down next to Norris, "What are you doing? Why do you make it look like an underground transaction?"

Norris gave a very reasonable answer, which even made Si Wei unable to refute, "It's mainly to avoid risks. You also know my current situation, right? I'm not an idle person who can go wherever I want."

Why do you feel like you are hinting at me? Even Bai Fuli said that I am an idle person, why do you two have the same idea?

Si Wei brought up the matter, "I want to know some spiritual rituals to improve inspiration, the kind that requires killing people in different positions to be able to see."

"Oh? Do you have some guesses?"

"If it is different from my guess, it can only be explained that his behavior is carried out for his own desire to kill. I am more inclined to the possibility that he still has reason and wants to improve his inspiration."

Norris nodded, took out a signature pen from his pocket, pulled out a page of the newspaper he had read, and wrote and drew on it.

Soon, he drew a pattern that met Si Wei's requirements and handed it to him, "This is what you want. According to what you said, only this kind of spiritual ritual is feasible. But if he really wants to improve his inspiration, I mean that his understanding of the essence of the gift power is wrong."

Si Wei glanced at him, "Oh? Wanting to improve your sequence nodes is not done by improving inspiration?"

To be honest, Si Wei also guessed this at the beginning. After all, if the inspiration is improved to a certain level, there is a chance to become a missionary. In theory, improving the inspiration again can also enhance the affinity between oneself and the gift power, thereby improving one's sequence nodes.

"You think too simply. If that's the case, it might be easier for people." Norris ruthlessly denied Si Wei's conjecture, "Inspiration is just a guide. It's not the job of a 'guide' to improve your sequence nodes. It's the most important thing to figure out who is the guide on your way to improving your sequence nodes."

Si Wei nodded silently, keeping Norris' words in mind.

Then, he took out the map he had marked and began to compare the information on it. The first few points did match, but the recent cases seemed to have some subtle deviations. It is not ruled out that Norris's intelligence is insufficient, or that there may be some errors in the pattern he drew completely by hand, so Si Wei must take the initiative to verify the answer.

"Are you free in the next few days?" Si Wei asked.

Norris's answer was also very straightforward, "If you need any help, you can tell me."

After getting a positive answer, Si Wei was relieved, took the newspaper and his map, and stood up to leave here.

"Be careful," Norris suddenly added, "That missionary must be strong. No matter what the situation is, as long as you are in danger, you must notify me."

It's true that he cares about me, but in fact Norris still wants to test Si Wei's ability. He has a guy who he doesn't know the depth of every day, just like a time bomb.

Beverly is okay, Norris has investigated her and knows her inside out, but what about Si Wei? Even the guy who claims to be a devil has no information about Si Wei!

Norris doesn't know any information about Si Wei now, only the unknown is the most terrifying!

"I understand." Si Wei didn't know how much Norris knew about him, and he also didn't know what sequence node Norris was a missionary, but from what he said and his attitude, it is estimated that the sequence node is not very low, and it is suitable as a combat power.

After speaking, Si Wei turned around and walked on the street, gradually disappearing from Norris's sight.

After turning the corner, completely avoiding Norris's gaze, Si Wei took out the newspaper and map again and carefully observed the similarities.

The pattern and each node are very similar, but there are some subtle differences when the lines are connected. And there is a very strange feeling in Si Wei's heart, he can't describe it.

Maybe... this matter is not as simple as they think. As long as the missionaries have a little brain, they should know that using the spiritual ritual in this way will soon be discovered by professionals. They have no reason not to disguise.

But now it seems that the other party really doesn't have any demonstration, just like slapping the answer directly on your face, and said with full energy: "I did it, come to me if you have the ability!"

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Si Wei glanced at the time and made some decisions in his heart.

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Arnold closed the door of the Seton Bar.

The Seton Bar has not been closed for a long time. Whether it is day or night, the manager will always stand there until you arrive at the Seton Bar to meet your requirements and mix you a glass of wine that suits your heart and taste.

But today, the Seaton Bar was closed.

Arnold took out a piece of white letter paper from his pocket. On it were some impolite words written in messy handwriting, challenging Arnold's bottom line.

In fact, Arnold has a good mentality and will not get angry because of these despicable provocations. Recently, he has received at least two provocations like this every day, basically from nearby gangs trying to compete for his bar.

From the beginning, Arnold ignored this group of people. Even if someone came to make trouble, he would not care. If his guests were hurt, he would choose to hurt them.

But today's things are a little different, because there is also a photo "attached" in the provocation book.

It was a clay sculpture that Arnold had never seen before, but just looking directly at the photo was enough to make him feel a gaze from the primitive universe.

The sculpture was hideous and twisted, and even he couldn't describe its appearance in words. The sculpture's carvings showed the twisted beauty, terrible evil, and terrifying power. It was incredible!

For the first time, Arnold felt the throbbing of his heart.

He felt that he might be one step closer to the truth he was pursuing... or the "truth"!

Now Arnold was eager to know who discovered the sculpture, who took the photo, and who sent it to him.

So, he chose to keep the appointment.

But before that, he drafted a letter, wrote the address, and gave it to the courier through his own channels to help mail it out.

The address was... Balem Apartment, Vulindu.