Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Matthew turned and walked toward the police station officer present, briefly explaining the situation.

"What should we do with this?" Wayne asked, looking at the headless corpse beside him.

Ethan: "As long as our investigation department has been to the site and inspected it, and there is no abnormal contamination, the remaining four departments will handle it. The logistics and communications department of the fourth department has extensive experience in cleaning up abnormal sites, and they will also be flexible in responding to our seventh department's report. Let's go."

"What if our investigation department encounters unpredictable contamination, just like the one our section chief did?" Wayne asked.

Ethan shrugged: "Either wait to die, or wait for the big shot to arrive."

"Would the big shots care whether we live or die?" Wayne asked.

"No way, if a big shot really comes, one look from him could wipe us all out." Ethan laughed, following Matthew's steps.

Huh? Is this how cannon fodder is used?

However, the police officers at the station seem to be even more unlucky. They just come out to work and have to deal with unusual scenes. It's pretty bad.

Wayne looked at the surrounding police officers and felt a pang of sympathy.

"Let's go, Wayne," Lillian urged.

"understood."

Wei En's lips curled up.

He was excited.

This kind of stimulation perfectly matched his expectations and aesthetic preferences.

Just as he was about to leave the scene, Wayne heard several police officers on the side who were in charge of cordoning off the area shouting.

"Are you a real painter or a fake one? Are you out of your mind? You should avoid these kinds of things if you can, why are you still painting here?"

"Where did you go, you lunatic? Get out of here, stop drawing."

Following the sound, Wayne saw several police officers shoving and pulling at a middle-aged man.

The man looked to be about thirty years old. His clothes were greasy, with paint stains of varying shades on his collar and cuffs. He was carrying a rolled-up canvas in his arms and had several paintbrushes covered in oil paint tucked under his arm.

The majority of the pigments used were deep red.

He looks like a painter.

After a long struggle, the painter finally succumbed to the pressure from the police officers and had no choice but to leave in disgrace.

The officers were left behind, complaining to each other:

"Who knows? Judging from his appearance, he's probably mentally unstable and likes to draw bizarre works."

"Forget it, never get involved with people like that, they're too creepy."

One of the officers picked up a painting: "Hey? The artist left his sketches here?"

Did you leave the sketch behind?

Wayne stopped and gestured for Lillian to go first, then walked towards the police officer: "Officer, wait a minute, let me take a look."

When the police officer saw that the visitor was Wayne, he sensibly handed over the drawing.

Wayne picked up the painting and examined it closely.

The painting is a sketch portrait of a middle-aged man with a stern face and sharp, spiraling eyes. The black and white lines throughout the painting are clean and the artist's skill is superb.

At first glance, it looks somewhat eerie, like an abstract art piece.

"I thought he was drawing a headless corpse from the scene, but it turns out he drew himself?"

"That's not right either. He might have drawn the headless corpse at the scene, but he took the drawing with him."

[Perception Lv.1 - Observation of the Microscopic] Progress 13.2%

"What a strange person, but it would be quite interesting to chat with such an oddball."

Wayne snapped out of his thoughts, put away the painting, and quickly caught up with Lillian.

On the way, he looked around for suitable spots for sketching and painting, searching for the painter's shadow.

"Has that painter left?"

"If I were him, I probably wouldn't have left."

"What's the reason you won't leave? Maybe it's just for fun."

To the left is a shallow beach, where waves gently lap against the shore, and white foam rises and recedes in layers.

To the right is a lawn and shaded by trees, with sunlight filtering through the leaves and dappling the ground, creating a refreshing atmosphere.

Is there anything strange about it?

No.

The colors are vibrant, the scenery is breathtaking, it's simply flawless.

If I had to pinpoint anything odd about it, it would only be the color.

The earthy brown of the tree trunks, the deep green of the leaves, the light green of the lawn, the golden yellow of the sunlight, and the azure blue of the distant sky all blend together.

At first glance, it looks normal.

But after looking at it for a long time, one can't help but feel that the various colors in the field of vision gradually intertwine, and even develop rough edges, blending into each other, just like spilled paint.

pigment……

Wayne felt a little dizzy and glanced at the watch face on his wrist:

Reality deviation: 0%

No, this is definitely not normal.

He looked again to his left and saw a man standing behind a thick elm tree.

It's that painter.

Wayne stopped and looked at the painter hiding behind a tree in the distance.

He didn't know what the other person meant.

If the other party is spying on your group, what is their purpose?

Moreover, the painter's gaze gave him an inexplicable sense of strangeness; it didn't seem like a human gaze.

To be precise, those eyes didn't seem to be human eyes, but they felt very familiar, as if I often saw such eyes in daily life.

Narrow, elongated eyes with thin pupils give the impression of spying...

Is it the eye of some kind of animal or...?

That's right, it's a cat's eyes!

Only then did Wayne realize that the painter had cat eyes, the pupils of which had shrunk to thin lines and then turned into spiral shapes, staring intently in his direction.

The painter's lips moved.

Based on the shape of the lips, Wayne determined that the other person was speaking.

But they were too far apart to hear what the other person was saying; he could only tell that they were speaking very slowly.

Strangely, after the painter finished speaking, the lip-syncing motion kept flashing through Wayne's mind, and he couldn't shake it off.

He had a clear feeling in his heart that what the other person had said was:

"You're looking for me."

Wei En felt a chill run down his spine as a strange sense of terror washed over him.

[Perception Lv.1 - Observation of the Microscopic] Progress 13.2%

"No new progress? Doesn't that mean I haven't even scratched the surface of what's going on?"

"Wait!" Wayne took off running. With his teammates behind him, he wasn't afraid of anything.

The painter turned and ran into the depths of the elm forest.

Wayne chased after him.

But the other party's gait was very strange, and the speed was very fast, as nimble as a cat. In a flash, it disappeared into the forest and was nowhere to be seen.

He ran for nearly a hundred meters.

Wei En stopped chasing and clutched his lower back, breathing heavily.

Ethan followed behind and asked Wayne what was going on.

Wayne then briefly shared his speculation, suggesting that perhaps one of the painters was involved in the case.

Of course, the possibility that the painter himself had mental problems cannot be ruled out.

Ethan pondered for a moment: "I understand what you mean. We'll go to the secondary crime scene first, and then all the clues will be gathered together and submitted as the final investigation report."

Wayne nodded and followed Ethan back.

……

South Michigan is a working-class ghetto with a high concentration of gangs.

Two black sedans drove back and forth on the gravel road.

Through the car window, Wayne observed both sides of the street.

On both sides are low bungalows and cheap apartments crammed together.

Clotheslines were hanging on many windowsills and exterior walls, with layers of old clothes of various colors hanging down.

The buildings are very close together, with narrow gaps between them, making it difficult for sunlight to reach the end of the alley. There are no fancy flower beds or streetlights along the street, only old kerosene lamps or gas lamps covered in dust.

[Perception Lv.1 - Observation of the Microscopic] Progress 13.3%

"The gap between the rich and the poor in this era is greater than I imagined. Was that worker in such an environment when he came into contact with that human face symbol?" Wayne gazed out the window, his thoughts drifting.

The current environment does not detect any abnormal pollution, and the pointer of the reality deviation meter is stopped at 0%.

The pedestrians on the street were dressed in worn clothes, mostly dockworkers and factory workers, walking hurriedly and numbly, occasionally dodging passing horse-drawn carriages, and stray cats and dogs could be seen everywhere.