Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Reality deviation: 0%

Matthew looked around, his eyes filled with regret:

"Unfortunately, we can only clean it up now. If we let it continue to mutate, the situation might get out of control. Thank you for your hard work, Lillian."

Matthew's original intention was to bring the case back to the station in its entirety and delve deeper into the case that drove the head of the investigation department insane.

Lillian gently wiped the sweat from her forehead, smiled, and raised her hand in a gesture as if to crush something:

"It's not hard work, team leader. Uh, but I think I lost control and blew it up a bit too badly. I didn't leave it with a whole body."

Wayne's eyes met Lillian's crimson pupils, and noticing the lingering flickering gray flames within them, he couldn't help but think:

"Who are those prayers addressed to? If I do the same, will I also gain some strength?"

He then joked:

"Team leader, I feel so safe with Lillian around. I feel so clear-headed right now, I almost wanted to recite prayers with Lillian."

[Perception Lv.1 - Observation of the Microscopic] Progress 16.9%

Lillian lightly brushed a strand of hair aside, worried that her strength might affect her new colleague, and quickly waved her hand:

"Ah, Wayne, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Sometimes I can't control myself. I'll definitely be more careful next time and try my best not to affect you."

"It's okay, I think it's quite exciting, I really like it, I'll come more next time." Wayne added in his mind, "I still need to observe you to deduce my perception progress," then bent down to pick up Bob's booklet and handed it to Matthew for inspection.

Ethan, with his arm around Wayne's shoulder, avoiding Matthew, teased in a low voice, "Was it fun? I'm afraid you're too sensitive and can't handle it."

"It's not that we can't hold on, we still have you guys." Wayne asked in a low voice, "But why haven't I seen you doing anything? Were you just slacking off the whole time?"

"No way! I'm not slacking off. I'll explain in detail when we get back to the station." Ethan raised an eyebrow.

Matthew folded his black umbrella and, in a deep voice, summarized and made arrangements:

"Wayne, you did a good job this time. Ethan, prepare to write the investigation report, which should include everything that happened on site, with a focus on the Hofhouse tavern. After that, go and investigate Joseph."

Ethan replied solemnly, "Received."

Matthew turned and walked towards the outside:

"Let's go back to the station. Everyone's worked hard today. My treat tonight, let's go to a karaoke bar to relax."

Lillian cheered, "Yay!"

"Ah, okay." Wayne didn't feel much joy, but rather some pressure: 'The team leader is too serious. Even when he says something like treating us to entertainment, it sounds like he's assigning a task.'

Ethan glanced at Wayne and instantly understood how Wayne felt: "You get it now, right? You'll get used to it."

……

2 PM, Ritz Hotel.

Room 3013, 30th floor.

Wayne opened his suitcase, picked out a few clothes to change into, put the dirty clothes into the prepared laundry bag, and filled out the laundry form.

Finally, hang the bag on the doorknob and wait for the logistics department to send someone to pick it up and clean it.

"I'm so tired and hungry. I didn't eat lunch. I feel so weak." Wayne collapsed onto the big bed.

Wayne was just a trainee investigator, and Matthew helped him with the follow-up report this time, so he didn't go back to the station and went straight back to his room to rest.

The most important reason is that the small, pure white pill that Ethan made him swallow was a drug unique to the Special Affairs Bureau that could quickly calm the mind, called a tranquilizer.

It takes effect quickly after being swallowed, but the effect only lasts for about ten minutes, and once the effect wears off, the patient will be weak for several hours.

Frequent use can lead to drug resistance, which can significantly reduce the efficacy of drugs with similar ingredients.

With a thought, the twisted threads in front of Wei En coalesced into a form:

[Old Points: 1.91]

This was a very fruitful trip.

According to the plan, let's add some [food].

Improving physical fitness is of paramount importance.

Wayne poured 1 Old Days Point into [Eating].

[Old Points: 0.91]

[Feeding Lv.1 - Digestion] Progress: 0.00%

[Digestion: The lining of the throat, esophagus, and stomach undergoes abnormal changes and rolls up, with the proliferation of peristaltic membranes forming a hollow cavity of blood and flesh. Foreign substances entering the abdomen are completely absorbed, leaving no residue]

A sense of "old days" rushed directly towards Wayne.

Something seems off.

Wei En felt a soreness in his throat, followed by a sharp pain from his chest to his abdomen, and he curled up and resisted with a muffled groan.

It seemed as if the fleshy walls of the esophagus were twisting and contorting wildly, the entire digestive tract was being stretched, tightened, and deformed...

……

a long time.

The pain has subsided.

Covered in sweat, Wayne sat up again, sensing the changes inside his body.

"This makes things even more precarious."

He swallowed, and as soon as the saliva entered his throat, it was instantly pulled deep by a suction force, without any sense of it actually going down his esophagus into his stomach.

"It feels like there's an extra cavity inside my body. According to the panel, I should now be able to digest and absorb all kinds of external substances."

"External objects definitely include food, but I don't know if it includes other items besides food..."

After a moment of quiet contemplation, Wei En felt a little thirsty and reached for the glass on the bedside table, but accidentally knocked it to the ground.

The glass shattered into pieces.

Looking at the large and small shards of glass on the ground, he felt an urge to swallow them.

"Want to try swallowing a few shards of glass?"

He picked up a smaller piece of broken glass; it was hard and had sharp edges.

"Won't it prick my mouth?"

Never mind, I'll give it my all.

Wayne stuffed a shard of glass into his mouth, but couldn't quite swallow it.

The first time I put a foreign object in my mouth for the purpose of eating, I still felt some physiological resistance.

He reaffirmed his resolve, determined to keep the glass in his mouth as long as he swallowed it; with a sudden effort, he swallowed the shard of glass.

A suction force pulled the shards of glass deep into the chest and abdomen. There was no strange feeling or discomfort, as if the body was naturally able to swallow foreign objects, as is the way the physiological structure is.

What's worth complaining about is that, although it made you feel a little fuller, the broken glass didn't have much of a smell.

Soon, Wayne picked up all the broken glass from the ground and ate it all.

"Tsk tsk, when the original owner was a child, she was always nagged by her older sister for breaking glasses. Now her sister will never have to worry about me breaking glasses again, because I will eat all the broken glass."

[Feeding Lv.1 - Digestion] Progress: 0.01%

"Does that mean that without nutrition, the progress won't increase much?" Wayne pondered.

I'll have to wait until dinner to try it again.

I wonder if I could swallow a small hand grenade or something. If a hand grenade explodes in the cavity inside my stomach, will it shatter me?

But it seems we have to be able to swallow it first.

You should definitely try it if you have the chance.

In extreme weakness, Wayne closed his eyes and fell asleep.

……

night.

Dusk completely enveloped Michigan Avenue.

As arranged by Matthew.

Wayne met up with his teammates downstairs at the Ritz Hotel.

The trams jingled as they passed along the tracks.

Lillian called out to Wayne from afar, "Wayne, we're here!"

Wayne looked up and saw cars weaving along the dimly lit asphalt road. Lillian was standing by the roadside waving at him, with Ethan and Matthew standing beside her.

He strode forward.

Lillian wore a narrow-brimmed felt hat, a burgundy stand-up collar shirt, a black fitted short jacket, and high-waisted trousers that accentuated her slender figure.

She still had that faintly happy look on her face.

Wayne then looked at Ethan.

Ethan, on the other hand, wore a beige open-collar shirt and straight-leg trousers, looking relaxed and casual—a stark contrast to his formal attire at the Special Bureau.

He raised an eyebrow at Wei En, indicating that this was a rare team-building event, so everyone should dress comfortably.

Wei En shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Matthew, however, was still wearing the same black leather jacket he wore during the day, leaning on a black umbrella. He said in a flat tone, "You've rested enough, right? Let's go to the Silver Gallery."

That black umbrella was clearly a custom-made composite weapon.

The atmosphere became somewhat serious as soon as Matthew opened his mouth.

Wayne could sense that Matthew was trying to relax, but not quite quite, so he took the initiative to liven things up, grinning at Matthew and speaking slowly and deliberately, as if to be serious:

"Yes, sir! We'll follow the team leader's instructions!"

Seeing Wayne's audacity, Ethan stopped pretending and joined in, saying:

"The team leader is in charge of the team building activity; we just need to enjoy ourselves, follow the team leader's instructions, and absolutely will not act on our own!"

Matthew shook his head helplessly, a slight smile finally appearing on his lips, and most of his cold, hard aura dissipated.

Lillian watched Wayne and Ethan from the side, covering her mouth and chuckling softly.

"Okay! It's a deal, enjoy yourselves tonight, it's on me." Matthew laughed heartily, a rare occurrence for him.