Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Reality deviation: 0%, 0.1%, 0.6%...2%

As Wayne watched the slowly increasing reality deviation, he was certain that the problem might lie in Benjamin's grave, or at the very least, in this cemetery.

He looked around at the tombstones, surrounded by a damp, white mist. The moisture clung to his skin and clothes, giving him a sticky, spying feeling.

"Forget it, just dig up the grave and we'll know everything."

He stopped thinking about it and quickly followed.

With several teammates from two groups present, there's no fear of any unexpected changes.

He whispered a reminder to Matthew, Ethan, and Lillian to be aware of the reality deviation. The group understood and were prepared to face any unexpected changes at any time.

Led by the young men of the Blood Gang, they walked for five or six minutes, making several turns, until they arrived at a brand new grave.

The new grave mound is brightly colored, standing out from the other blackened and collapsed graves. The tombstone has not yet been inscribed.

"If someone hadn't led the way, it would have been very difficult to find this place," Wayne thought to himself.

The young man stepped aside and pointed to the new grave: "Sirs, I've led the way."

"Are you sure?" Ethan glared at him.

The young man nodded again, forcing a sincere smile that contrasted sharply with his fierce features: "Yes, I'm sure, hehe."

Matthew closed his eyes for a moment, clearing away some of his fatigue. He opened them again, glanced at his wristwatch—reality deviation 2%—and said softly, "Let's dig."

"Hmm." Wayne and Ethan each picked up a shovel and began digging the grave.

The soil on the new grave was very loose. As soon as the shovel went in, a pungent, strange smell came from the cracks in the soil, just like the smell in Benjamin's house.

The stench was mixed with the aroma of spices.

Wayne frowned, but his hands didn't stop digging downwards, shovel after shovel.

Time passed little by little.

Wayne found it increasingly strange.

With each shovelful of digging, the shovel made a clear "plop plop" sound as it dug into the dry soil.

It sounded normal, but the feel of digging in gradually changed.

It seems we've reached the wet soil layer.

It had become so soft that it didn't feel like soil anymore; it even had a sticky, moist texture and a slightly bouncy feel, almost like shredded meat.

Wayne increased the pressure on his hand.

The stench of decay and the aroma of spices in the air grew stronger and stronger.

Gradually, as the pit took shape, the "plop plop" sound of shoveling soil became deep and muffled, like scraping flesh, with bursts of pulsation mixed in between the soil, like a living thing breathing.

The soft, sticky sounds of "gurgling" echoed.

It appears that they have dug up a soft, decaying layer of soil.

Despite the nausea he felt from hearing, touch, and smell, Wei En continued shoveling soil again and again.

Is this really just a difference caused by different soil layers?

Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't.

A set of soil sciences can explain the changes in feel.

However, we are now in a state of reality deviation, and some phenomena have long since exceeded the scope of scientific theory.

Could it be that they are digging out the flesh of some kind of creature right now?

Impossible. At most, it's just a difference between different soil layers. Similar phenomena can be seen everywhere, possibly with the added influence of a slight deviation in reality.

Wein was somewhat agitated and could only try to numb himself temporarily with scientific theories.

I have to say, it makes me feel very safe.

Whether it's ghosts or spirits, as long as they are analyzed from multiple dimensions such as physics, chemistry, and biology, they will give people a strong sense of security.

This sense of security stems from using a set of deterministic statements to explain the unknown.

Once the unknown is explained logically, it will no longer be mysterious, but will become tangible, understandable, and acceptable.

At least that's how it appears on the surface.

Right now, Wayne is trying to explain his sensory abnormalities with scientific knowledge. Although it may not be very professional or rigorous, it is very reassuring.

Just keep digging until the very end, open the coffin, and see if Benjamin is actually inside.

Wein shoveled away without stopping, his brow beaded with sweat.

If you still have any old points, be sure to allocate them to [Sports] immediately.

Digging graves is so tiring.

"Distracting yourself a little is a good method." Wayne tried his best not to think about the strange sensations.

Until the soft, gurgling sounds of collision changed, turning into sharp, mournful "ya ya" sounds, like groans, wails, or even weeping.

It was clearly the "soil" that was "struggling" because of the intense pain.

No, perhaps it's not the soil that's crying, but something beneath the soil that's crying.

While crying, she even picked up a shovel.

Every time I shovel, a sticky suction force comes from the soil, as if something is pulling the shovel and preventing me from digging the grave.

The creature cried pitifully as it tried to grab the shovel, its grip tightening and its cries growing increasingly shrill.

Moreover, Wayne felt that digging was becoming increasingly difficult, and his back was getting colder, with the feeling of being spied on growing stronger.

[Perception Lv.1 - Observation of the Microscopic] Progress 30.6%

Seeing that Wayne wasn't behaving well, Lillian came over and patted him on the shoulder, asking with concern, "Wayne, what's wrong? Why are you sweating so much?"

Wayne stopped what he was doing and took a long breath: "Can you hear something crying underground?"

Lillian shook her head: "No."

Ethan frowned and shook his head: "Why don't you rest for a while?"

Lillian took the shovel from Wayne and said softly, "Wayne, go and rest. I'll take over for you."

"Okay." Wayne nodded and stepped aside.

He originally wanted the Blood Gang member to dig the grave in his place, but considering that the reality had already deviated, he decided not to involve innocent ordinary people.

Wei En stood aside, took a few steps back, and the hot sweat on his forehead was cooled by the early morning autumn wind. His mind cleared up a bit, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The white mist enveloped me, bringing a refreshing coolness, and a sense of warmth from nature soothed all my unease.

The shovel's "thump-thump" sound was still crisp and loud.

The previous anomalies have disappeared.

Reality deviation: 2.1%

In this situation, it's best not to focus too much, otherwise your senses can easily become distracted.

No, there's another problem.

The chilling feeling of being watched hadn't faded; it felt familiar, just like the second time yesterday at noon in the alley in front of Bob's house.

At that time, a little boy handed over a painting. The brushstrokes and content of the painting were very similar to the sketches that the painter had left behind in Mi'an Lake Park.

And now I feel the same way, being watched. Could it be that the painter is nearby?

"Team leader, you guys keep digging, I'll go check out the surrounding area," Wayne said.

Matthew nodded: "Be careful."

"Hmm." Wayne put one hand on the crowbar on his side and walked towards the outer edge of the cemetery.

In the dark cemetery, the beam of a flashlight swept left and right. The ground was muddy and uneven, and the wild grass and thorns were covered with mist. Footprints sank into the mud when you stepped on it.

After walking a short distance, Wayne vaguely saw a figure standing behind a tree near the path they had come from.