Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

The basement level of the Ritz Hotel, which is outwardly labeled as the hotel's equipment room and storage cellar, is actually an internal training ground for the Special Bureau, accessible only with a special access key.

The training grounds here are usually occupied by the Special Agents Department, followed by the Investigation Department; other departments do not have high requirements for combat.

Gunshots could be heard continuously coming from the shooting range, which was separated by a wall.

Lillian hummed a little tune as she led Wayne to the armory.

At a glance, the solid wood gun racks neatly display standard revolvers, shotguns, and other ammunition, with brass cartridge cases stacked in an orderly fashion.

Various melee weapons, including alloy short blades, are neatly hung on the side racks.

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The person in charge here is a petite logistics colleague named Daphne Crane.

"Wow, Lillian, you brought a new person with you today!" Daphne exclaimed in surprise.

Lillian stepped forward cheerfully and gave Daphne a light hug: "This is Wayne, the messenger from our Seventh Division, Second Group. He just joined yesterday. Wayne, this is Daphne from the Logistics Division. She's a professor at the University of Michigan and a research and development expert."

"A messenger?" Daphne, dressed in light gray overalls with rolled-up sleeves, looking every bit the highly educated expert, sized up Wayne. "Wow, so young! Did you go to university? What score did you get in the knowledge category on the bureau's evaluation system?"

The Special Bureau's scoring system is divided into six dimensions: Strength, Agility, Observation, Knowledge, Willpower, and Traits.

Each dimension is worth 10 points, for a total of 60 points.

"Uh... I'm not an official investigator yet, so I haven't been rated. As for university, can I say that I'll also be assigned to the University of Michigan?"

Wayne scrutinized the light-yellow-haired little girl in front of him, unable to discern her true age for a moment.

However, since he is a professor at the University of Michigan, he should be around thirty years old.

It's really surprising, is there really a professor with such a petite figure?

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"You're coming to the University of Michigan too? Hehe, come find me to be your tutor, I guarantee you'll learn something real and easily improve your knowledge score." Daphne was very lively and didn't have the slightest bit of professorial airs.

"That would be a great honor," Wayne said.

Unexpectedly, Daphne and Lillian started chatting again, completely ignoring Wayne.

"How's the custom-designed explosive pistol I made for you? Is it easy to use?"

"It's very easy to use and has plenty of power; it's a perfect match for me!"

"Hehe, that's good. Do you think there's any room for improvement? I'll adjust it for you next time."

"Hmm... If we're going to make improvements, I think the magazine capacity could be increased; I always feel like we don't have enough bullets."

"Not enough? Let me think. If the magazine is too big, it will affect portability. I'll see if I can reduce the size of the bullets later."

"Our professor really knows how to handle things!"

"How are the boxing gloves?"

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Wei En watched from the side, realizing that she had run into her good friend and was catching up.

Lillian is around twenty years old, and Professor Daphne must be at least thirty. How can they be best friends?

After waiting for a while, the two sisters gradually stopped talking.

Lillian suddenly slapped her forehead: "Oh, I came here to pick out weapons for Wayne! Daphne, do you have any recommendations, the kind suitable for an information position investigator...?"

Daphne pondered for a moment, then turned to Wayne and asked, "What kind of firearms do you like?"

What kind of firearms do you like?

I've never handled a gun before.

If I had to say... masturbating would be fine?

"A handgun, a regular one will do," Wayne replied.

"Perfect timing, I have a brand new model here, an improved version of your section chief's previous pistol." Daphne turned around and took out a brand new wooden box from the cabinet.

Inside, there was a vintage revolver.

The gun body is made of matte black steel, and the grip is wrapped in dark brown non-slip cowhide with a blurred feather pattern, giving it a low-key and understated look.

"Since you're a messenger and Lillian's teammate, you can have this gun!" Daphne said with a hint of reluctance in her eyes, then added:

"Ahem, it has a name, it's called a raven."

"Huh? Why does a weapon need a name?" Wayne asked, puzzled.

"You...you dare!" Daphne pouted, gritting her teeth.

Lillian quickly reassured Daphne and explained to Wayne with a smile:

"Wayne, Daphne likes to name the weapons that come into her possession, especially those she personally developed and designed. You have to obey her to get your hands on the weapons."

Daphne feigned displeasure: "Lillian, what do you mean? Don't you like your Emberthorn Gauntlets and your Twilight Bomb Gun?!"

"It sounds so nice, so nice. All the names you chose are nice. Professor, please don't be angry anymore, okay?" Lillian put on a pitiful expression.

"Hmph, I don't care. But Wayne, you can only take this pistol if you name it!" Daphne demanded, hands on her hips.

What a fiery little girl... oh no, Professor, when she talks, her pulse beats faster than the average person's.

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Wayne's lips twitched slightly: "Uh...no problem, what's its name again?"

"Raven," Daphne emphasized.

"Okay, Raven." Wayne said somewhat awkwardly.

"Be more assertive, be more serious!" Daphne insisted.

"Great, Raven, awesome, sounds really good!" Wei Enyi said righteously.

"Very good, it's yours now." Daphne said with a satisfied look.

Wayne picked up the vintage revolver, looked it over for a moment, and asked, "Is there anything special about this... uh, Raven?"

Daphne patted her flat chest and said proudly:

"The Raven I developed and designed is lightweight and portable, with significantly reduced recoil, and no wrist tremors during prolonged shooting. Most importantly, it is compatible with our Special Bureau's latest special bullets, which can counteract a certain degree of reality aberration... It took me several months to develop..."

Daphne went on and on, explaining, before finally handing Wayne a few magazines of bullets: "These are special bullets, you can take them whenever you need them. Lena upstairs also has some."

"Understood." Wayne glanced at the bullets engraved with brass runes, then put them away. "What about melee weapons?"

"Haha! This brings me to the crowbar I developed, the Cangjie!"

Daphne emphasized the word "crowbar," then pulled a crowbar out of a pile of boxes, held it up, and looked at it with admiration.

"This is my proudest creation, the Daphne self-developed fifth-generation custom crowbar, Cangjie! It's 72cm long, made of matte cold-forged alloy steel in one piece, with a shock-absorbing core and a stain-resistant coating. It's an excellent weapon for fighting aliens... I spent a fortune on it back then..."

While Daphne was "lost in thought," Wayne took two steps closer to Lillian and whispered, "What's wrong with her?"

Lillian covered her mouth and whispered, "Daphne loves developing crowbars. She always talks about the holy sword of physics and stuff, but none of her colleagues at the Special Affairs Bureau have chosen crowbars as weapons."

"Why?" Wayne asked, puzzled.

"Maybe... you think it's a bit too improper?" Lillian guessed.

When Daphne finished her introduction, she was already out of breath. She rested for about ten seconds before continuing to ask:

"How about it? This crowbar is perfect for you. With it, you'll be invincible on your path to exterminating the alien race!"

A crowbar sounds quite practical, and it's also relatively easy to apply force.

Wayne grinned and said, "Great! Cangjie! What a cool and stylish name! I'll take it!"

Daphne was stunned.

Lillian also looked at Wayne in surprise.

After a moment's pause, Daphne, her eyes brimming with tears, asked in confirmation, "Wayne, oh no, Messenger! Are you telling the truth?"

Wayne nodded, a bright smile on his face: "Really, Cangjie, he will be my good partner!"

Daphne excitedly grabbed Wayne's arm, holding a crowbar in her other hand, and cheered:

"Messenger! I knew you were a knowledgeable person. You must have been well-educated and possess keen insight to perceive the charm and design of the Cangjie, this holy sword of physics..."

Uh, is this little girl really a professor at the University of Michigan?

Wayne looked helplessly at the revolver in his hand and the crowbar still in Daphne's hand.

"Pretty good. As for weapons, practicality and ease of use are fine; nothing fancy is necessary. As for names... well, whatever."

Lillian understood Daphne's happiness at that moment, so she stepped forward, took Daphne's arm, and whispered, "Oh dear, I still need to teach Wayne how to shoot, so don't bother him."

Daphne then wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and solemnly handed the crowbar to Wayne:

"Please keep this safe, sir."

Wayne accepted the gift with both hands and said solemnly, "Yes, Professor Daphne, I will certainly not fail in my mission!"

He thought to himself, "Who knows, I might lose it someday and have to come back to you for another crowbar."