Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Turning from the main road into a narrower alley, the road surface changes from gravel to mud.

The car could no longer move forward.

Wei En and the others got out of the car.

My colleague from the intelligence department was left in the car.

In the alley, some women were chatting idly by the door frame. When they saw the black car parked there, they immediately fell silent, but then they started gossiping quietly again.

"We're not far from the second crime scene. We know the route. Let's walk," Matthew said to the group, holding a summary of case information.

After walking for about ten minutes, Wayne and the others followed Matthew through a maze of side streets and arrived at a small, secluded house.

This is an old apartment building.

The wooden door panel was cracked, the door knocker was rusted, the edge of the door frame was blackened and moldy, and a warning line was placed across the front of the door.

Two police officers who were waiting in front of the house saw that the Special Bureau had arrived, so they went up to each other to verify their identification and exchange basic information.

Through the conversation between the two police officers and Matthew, Wayne and his group gained a general understanding of the case.

There was a worker named Bob who worked diligently in a factory in the West End. He had only an elderly mother who was seriously ill at home. Due to the excessive medical expenses, he was completely dragged down by bank debts.

Ultimately driven to despair and with nowhere else to turn, he created that "headless giant" sculpture in the lakeside park before fleeing home and taking his own life.

One of the officers glanced back into the house, swallowed hard, and looked somewhat frightened.

"Sir, that Bob is definitely a heretic. Before he committed suicide, he cut off his elderly mother's head and left it there. None of our officers dare to go in."

The other officer, much calmer, added the information:

"We interviewed Bob's neighbors and summarized his previous activities. There was nothing unusual about his work and coming home from get off work. However, in the two weeks before his death, he suddenly started going to the Hofhouse pub in the South Side frequently. His habits changed a lot, which may be related to this incident."

Matthew's expression remained unchanged as he nodded: "Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to us."

Wayne stood to the side, raised his wrist and glanced at it:

Reality deviation: 0%

There was nothing unusual.

Matthew called out, "Let's go." Ethan and Lillian followed.

Wayne followed.

Pushing open the door reveals a cramped living space, quite low, dark, damp, and filled with a foul odor.

On the simple wooden bed at the very back, lay two corpses.

The body was headless, and judging from its clothing, it was an elderly woman, undoubtedly Bob's mother.

The other body, dressed in overalls and holding a revolver, was that of worker Bob.

Because he committed suicide by shooting himself, Bob's neck near the back of his head was almost completely blown open, with thick blood spreading out and a pungent smell.

On the wooden table to the side of the entrance, there is a row of seven headless human-shaped statues, of varying sizes, with faint bloody handprints on their surfaces. Their shapes are similar to the "headless corpse" on the shore of Lake Mian.

Sure enough, the headless corpse in the park was standing.

An eerie feeling washed over me.

These statues are made of marble-like material and are very crudely crafted; they wouldn't even qualify as decorations in a park.

Wayne touched each of the headless statues with his hands and found that the [Old Days Points] had not changed at all.

Most of them appear to be ordinary statues.

Moreover, two of the statues have developed cracks.

Of the seven statues, two are cracked and the remaining five are intact. Does this number have any special significance?

Lillian gently pinched the tip of her nose and wandered around the room, observing some of the worn-out household furniture.

A worn-out canvas work uniform with a metal name tag was draped over a chair next to the bed.

[Robert's Mine, Bob Schmidt]

"How pitiful, but joining a cult and offering sacrifices to an evil god is wrong of you." Lillian turned her attention to the headless statue and muttered to herself.

Matthew stopped in front of the wooden bed, examining Bob's and his elderly mother's bodies, then glanced at his wrist:

Reality deviation: 0%

Ethan found some of Bob's leftovers: rye bread crumbs, cheap dried beans, and black coffee powder. He sniffed them and looked disgusted.

Wayne ignored the headless statue and walked toward the bed.

There were some cheap entertainment tabloids and record company flyers on the bedside table. The corners of the newspapers were covered with musical notes and guitar drawings, and some corners were splattered with blood.

He picked it up and quickly browsed through it. Most of the newspaper content was about music, including updates on some local jazz and blues artists, as well as dance hall performance announcements and cheap record listings.

It seems that even though Bob lives in poverty, he still tries his best to maintain some personal hobbies and interests, and wants to live life seriously.

Wayne then noticed some bulging things under the newspaper. He lifted them up and found several books and a small booklet.

The books were all thick, with old covers and library numbers on the back corners, suggesting they were borrowed.

The book's content is mostly related to "capital".

"The Fetish for Money," "The Man Behind Real Estate," "The Price Tag," and so on.

"This Bob seems to have a lot of opinions about capitalism in this day and age." Wayne quickly flipped through several books and then opened the booklet.

The pamphlets were about a series of personal speeches given by Joseph, all held at the Hofhouse pub in the South Side. The speeches were all about resisting capitalism and were quite inflammatory, including:

The new housing developments in the east of the city are not giving us a way to survive.

It buried the earth and strangled nature.

The poor lose everything; in the city's graveyard, despair blossoms.

A society dominated by money is gradually causing people to lose their true selves.

Family bonds have been distorted, leading to despair regarding kinship.

Love has been distorted, and people feel despair about it.

All sacred emotions have been corrupted, leaving only despair.

When despair reaches its peak, that all-knowing, great being will awaken.

He will save people from the despair of money and reap all despair.

We will be completely reborn.

Such and other such words.

I hate real estate, I hate urbanization, I hate exploitation.

"Why do these speeches about society moving to the city sound so cheesy? Could they be a modern Earthling like me?" Wayne couldn't help but wonder.

Will an omniscient and great being awaken?

Surely I can't be the one who time-traveled, can I?

Wayne shook his head, gave a self-deprecating bitter laugh, and realized he was being too sensitive.

Regardless of whether the statements in the pamphlet were right or wrong, it can now be concluded that Bob's suicide was most likely related to the speech in this pamphlet.

Wayne handed the booklet to Ethan.

Ethan took it, quickly glanced through it, and immediately understood what Wayne meant:

"Important clue."

Wayne nodded, looked around, and still felt that something was missing.

Bob's mother's head is missing.