Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

"My Lord, you are finally coming." The hook-nosed man's voice was hoarse, with a faint stench of decay.

Wayne felt uncomfortable being stared at.

Does this mean that after transmigrating, besides having a built-in interface, I also have followers? And believers?

"Uh, who are you?" Wayne asked.

"I'm not talking to you." The hook-nosed man continued to stare at Wayne.

If you're not talking to me, then why are you staring at me?

Wayne ignored him and turned to look out the window, feeling annoyed that he had encountered a strange person. If the other party continued to push his luck, he would call the flight attendant to handle it.

"My Lord is not in this world. I have been searching for Him, I have been praying to Him, and I have searched the entire Western Continent. Finally, I found the aura of my Lord in you." The hook-nosed man spoke devoutly.

Wayne turned to look at him again, gazing into those cloudy eyes, and was surprised to find that the other man's eyes were full of sincerity and solemnity, as if he were truly seeking the Lord and had truly discovered the Lord's presence.

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"No, since you're not talking to me, could you go somewhere else to talk?" Wayne asked.

The hook-nosed man's gaze was focused: "I am speaking to you now, and I have discovered traces of my Lord's existence in you."

Wayne sighed softly, "Are you crazy? I'm going to call the flight attendant."

The hook-nosed man remained unmoved: "You must have received guidance from my Lord to have met me."

Guidance?

This person's pulse was steady, his micro-expressions were flawless, and his eyes were full of piety. The more I looked at him, the more he resembled a heretic from a Cthulhu story from my past life.

However, the original owner did seem to be guided while riding this train, so perhaps it's worth testing the waters again.

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"I'm not religious," Wayne said, raising an eyebrow deliberately.

The hook-nosed man's gaze remained fixed on Wayne: "So, do you believe in mysterious forces in this world?"

Mysterious power?

As a long-time fan of the Cthulhu Mythos, I certainly believe in mysterious forces, but why should I tell you?

Unless you have mysterious powers.

Wayne pulled a book from his bag; its title was "Reason and the Laws of Nature," and waved it in front of the hook-nosed man.

"I don't believe it. Look, reason and the laws of nature are the main themes of our time, advocating the supremacy of science and denying all supernatural and falsehoods."

The hook-nosed man moved stiffly, raised the dark green kerosene lamp in his hand, and gently blew on the wick.

The breath, passing through the lamp wick, turned into a cloud of dark green smoke, drifted past Wayne's eyes, and landed on the car window.

Wein looked in that direction.

On the car window, the dark green smoke slowly dissipated, gradually becoming thicker, oilier, and brighter, until it completely blurred, like a viscous paste, obscuring the sunlight outside the window.

Strangely, worms seemed to be constantly breeding in the dark green "slime" on the car window surface. They twisted and stretched, densely packed, nourishing each other with the dark green "slime" and spreading and expanding, like a tightly controlled small ecosystem, constantly emanating a putrid smell.

Even the view outside the train window had become a blurry, eerie green, as if the train was traveling in an unknown space.

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"The progress has increased significantly; it seems to truly be a mysterious force."

Wei En's heart stirred slightly, and he couldn't help but be surprised and excited. This world was indeed much more interesting.

But he dismissively said, "It's just a visual illusion caused by gas adhesion; it doesn't deviate from the scope of science, and many magic tricks can do the same."

But when he turned his head and looked inside the carriage again, he found that all the other passengers inside had disappeared.

In the entire carriage, on the entire train, only he and the hook-nosed man remained.

Wei En frowned, his eyes showing vigilance, but he remained silent.

The hook-nosed man looked at the dark green slime on the car window, his smile warm and caring, as if tending to a child. He took a deep breath into the light, his voice hoarse.

"Come back."

The dark green "slime" on the car window seemed to understand speech, turning back into smoke, carrying with it countless worms, and being sucked back into the wick of the kerosene lamp.

Wayne quickly looked around. The passengers in the carriage were still there, and the sunlight outside the window was as bright as ever.

"Is this interfering with my perception? This person has become a threat to me."

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The man with the hooked nose put down the kerosene lamp, making a metallic clanging sound.

It was then that Wayne noticed that inside the wide sleeves of the black cloak, there was an iron chain connecting the kerosene lamp to the hook-nosed man.

Moreover, judging from the point where the chain came into contact with his flesh, the chain was embedded in his body, running through his entire body, which also made his body so thin that he was skin and bones.

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This kerosene lamp seems to be something extraordinary, even connected to his body.

But he is physically weak. As long as he reacts in time and avoids being blown by the smoke from the lamp wick, he should be in no danger.

"Hmm, interesting, but not much." Wayne's tone was indifferent, unwilling to interact with this strange and dangerous person any longer.

The hook-nosed man noticed Wayne's deliberate distancing and continued, "I've seen your sister in the newspaper."

What does that mean?

Is this a threat to me?

"What exactly do you want?" Wayne asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The hook-nosed man remained devout: "It's very simple, follow me. Your soul is special; it can become the vessel for my Lord's incarnation."

Are they not even going to put on an act anymore?

If you're so honest and just say it outright, who would want to go with you?

Unexpectedly, the first thing that happened after I transmigrated was that I was used as a sacrificial vessel by heretics.

"Okay, I'm honored, but I need to go to the restroom first. Wait a moment." Wayne smiled brightly, preparing to play dumb to keep him calm before calling the train security to take him down.

Just tell the security guards to take control of his kerosene lamp.

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The man with the hooked nose remained silent, seemingly acquiescing.

Wayne got up, walked a short distance along the carriage, found the train attendant, revealed his identity as a member of the "Weber family," informed him of the hook-nosed man's unusual behavior, and prepared to call the police and take control of the scene.

The flight attendant nodded in agreement.

After making the arrangements, Wayne was about to turn around and return to his seat when he saw that the hook-nosed man had somehow appeared behind him, staring at him with his murky eyes.

"You walk without making a sound?"

The dark green kerosene lamp had already been lifted, and with the clanking of the chains, the hook-nosed man was about to blow air into the wick.

"not good!"

Wei En reacted quickly, delivering a powerful front kick to the opponent's abdomen, knocking him to the ground.

The kerosene lamp also slipped from his grasp and floated into the air. As the iron chain in the middle was pulled, the dark green lamp oil spilled out and splashed onto Wayne.

With a loud crash, the kerosene lamp and the iron chain fell to the ground together.

The surrounding passengers were startled by the commotion and began to stir.

Wayne stepped on the kerosene lamp, glanced at the hook-nosed man groaning on the ground, looked at the dark green lamp oil stains on his clothes, let out a long sigh, and muttered to himself:

They really think they can take advantage of me?

Good, it's under control now, I just need to change my clothes.

Now let the train staff finish up.

and many more.

There's something burning hot in my pocket.

Following the burning sensation, Wayne reached into his pocket and pulled out the pocket watch.

A trace of dark green lamp oil stained the edge of the pocket watch.

Is it the lamp oil that's making the pocket watch so hot?

Suddenly, the hands of the watch began to spin rapidly, and an invisible wave with great impact rippled outwards, buzzing and vibrating the air.

Everyone around was struck by the shockwave, their faces contorted in pain, curled up, clutching their heads, their eyes rolled back, and their bodies convulsing.

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Come again?

As the pointer spun rapidly, Wayne became dazed and confused, his brain feeling as if it were being churned, and he was in excruciating pain.

The burning sensation grew stronger and clung tightly to my fingers, spreading up my arm from my palm to my brain, as if trying to drain my soul.

I can't get rid of it no matter how hard I try.

I can't hold on any longer...

Wayne's mind went blank, his legs went weak, and he slumped to the seat next to him.

In the last few seconds before he lost consciousness, he saw a hook-nosed man lying motionless on the ground, passengers who had completely lost consciousness, and a carriage that was overturning out of control...