Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Meanwhile, Wei Enzheng was letting his imagination run wild, speculating whether the female singer on stage had some special story.

Then the waiter presented the female singer with a bouquet of flowers, pointed over here, and said something.

Immediately afterwards, the female singer looked at Wayne with intense eyes.

To be precise, he was looking at Wayne.

"Huh? What's going on?" Wayne felt the other person looking at him, rubbed his eyes, and made sure he wasn't seeing things.

The female singer clutched the creamy white bouquet in her fingertips, holding a wine glass of fruit and floral wine in her palm, and her melodious singing suddenly stopped.

Instead of continuing with the next song, she bowed slightly to the audience in apology, gracefully walked around the band's piano stand, and strode quickly in her high heels to stand in front of Wayne.

Wei En was puzzled.

Her eyebrows curved into a smile, her expression straightforward, her dark golden hair carrying the mingled scents of perfume and cigars. Her warm expression held a hint of mature allure and bitterness.

"Hello, Mr. Weber, is this bouquet of flowers and sweet wine really for me?"

Wayne looked completely bewildered.

He looked at Lillian.

Lillian turned her head to the side, facing the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window, seemingly covering her mouth and chuckling.

He then looked at Matthew.

Matthew, surprisingly, watched Wayne with unusual interest, seemingly quite taken with the spectacle.

Finally, he looked at Ethan.

Ethan simply shrugged and didn't say anything, but his eyes seemed to convey:

"Yes, I did it. Don't mention it. She sang all night and finally received the most expensive gift. You certainly wouldn't have the heart to dampen her enthusiasm. Good luck."

The atmosphere became lively, and things started to get interesting.

Wei En's lips twitched. He turned to look at the female singer in front of him, sensing the joy overflowing in her eyes. After a moment's hesitation, he smiled and replied:

"Yes, they were all gifts from me. You sing very well. I'm Wayne Weber, nice to meet you."

"Thank you, Mr. Webber. My name is Phoebe. Do you have any favorite songs? I can sing one for you."

Singer Phoebe, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a glass of sweet wine in the other, appeared as innocent and pure as a little girl being praised, despite her mature and charming appearance.

It seems that this Miss Phoebe is not much older than me. Even though she has picked up a bit of the world of nightclubs, she still shows an undeniable youthful shyness when faced with valuable gifts.

Moreover, she seems to care a lot about other people's opinions on her singing skills, and she must genuinely love singing.

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Wayne raised his glass, lightly clinked it against Phoebe's, and took a sip.

"Yes, I really enjoy listening to you sing, but wouldn't it be too much trouble for you to sing just for me?"

Wei En's original intention was to give her recognition for her singing skills and then politely decline further contact.

After all, it wasn't a gift he gave sincerely, and it would be a little strange to continue the relationship.

I had no choice but to mention "trouble" in an attempt to get the other party to back down.

However, Ethan suddenly chimed in, casually reminding him, "Webber is my buddy. It's his first time in the Silver Gallery, and he's not really used to the noise in the lobby. He'd definitely be interested in a solo performance."

"I see." Phoebe listened to Ethan's description, nodded slightly, rested her elbow on the edge of the table, leaned forward slightly, and said generously:

"Since Mr. Weber doesn't like noise, I have a private small platform for solo singing in the box. The room is very soundproof. I hope Mr. Weber will do me the honor."

Wei En was speechless.

What is this going to do?

Sending a gift? Tipping someone? Spending time alone? In a private room? And with soundproofing?

Although he didn't think she was the kind of woman who frequented the nightlife scene, the current situation was indeed somewhat ambiguous.

Wayne looked at Matthew with a plea for help in his eyes, hoping that his team leader could find a way to avoid hurting the other person or forcing him to be alone with him.

To everyone's surprise, Matthew, who is usually serious and proper, turned his head to the side and pretended to admire the night view outside the window.

"Team leader, you're not usually like this," Wei En thought to himself.

Seeing that Wayne's pleas for help had gone unanswered, Lillian put down her wine glass and smiled as she spoke:

"Miss Phoebe, I'm a friend of Mr. Webber. You're very beautiful, and I really enjoy listening to you sing. Would you mind inviting me to enjoy one of your songs with Mr. Webber?"

Phoebe paused for a moment, but hearing that the other person also acknowledged her singing ability, she could hardly contain her joy and responded enthusiastically:

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Weber's friends are my friends. You can all come and listen to me sing, as many as you want!"

It seems that Ms. Phoebe genuinely wants to sing.

Just as Wei En was about to respond to her enthusiasm, he heard a rebuke from afar, tinged with a hint of anger:

"Phoebe, it's work time. What are you doing here instead of working on stage?"

Phoebe trembled at the sound of the voice and quickly bowed in humility, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, boss, I was wrong."

In her haste, she accidentally spilled a little of the sweet wine she was holding, and a tear welled up in her eye.

Boss?

Wei En and the others looked in the direction of the sound.

A middle-aged man in a dark gray striped suit walked towards them from a distance. He had a sinister look in his eyes and his sideburns were neatly trimmed, giving him a fierce appearance.

Based on Phoebe's title, he should be the owner of the Silver Gallery cabaret.

"Can't you see all those distinguished guests waiting to listen to music and have a drink? Have you forgotten who put you in this position?" The karaoke bar owner's tone was threatening.

"Yes, yes, boss, I'll go right now." Phoebe's voice was soft, and she didn't dare to look at Wayne any longer. She was about to leave with the bouquet in her hands.

Ethan suddenly spoke softly, "Don't be afraid, Miss Phoebe, you don't have to leave."

Phoebe paused for a moment, struggled internally for a second, and then stopped walking away.

Wei En frowned and met the karaoke bar owner's gaze directly.

The karaoke bar owner didn't stop and walked straight toward Wei En.

Seeing that Phoebe hadn't left as ordered, he frowned slightly, observing Wayne from afar. He noticed Wayne's handsome features and air of a wealthy young master, and thought to himself:

"Where did this brat come from? Does he really think he can get by on money? Tipping is based on status."

Despite his disdain, he still stepped forward, intending to probe the other party's background.

The karaoke room was dimly lit.

The karaoke bar owner suddenly realized that this journey was much longer than usual.

He met Wei En's gaze from afar, and felt a chill in his heart. Those light blue pupils were icy cold, revealing not a trace of emotion.

Although his steps were steady, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He pretended to be calm, but for some reason, he had a feeling that he was being watched by a monster.

Having spent years navigating the underworld in Michigan, he had never experienced such a "bizarre and terrifying" feeling.

He even had a vague feeling that those pupils seemed to...

It doesn't look like a human pupil.