Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

"This boxing match was predictable and boring, far less interesting than the things that have happened recently," Felix said disappointedly.

Wei En didn't bother to reply and just kept drinking.

Felix glanced at Wayne, and seeing that Wayne didn't react, continued, "Hey, have you heard about what happened at Lake Myrme Park lately? I heard someone was performing some kind of heretical ritual?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wayne nearly spat out his drink. He grabbed a napkin, wiped his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and asked:

"What did you say?"

Felix looked at Wayne with interest, took two steps closer, and whispered:

"So you don't know what happened at Lake Mi'an? Well, I'll have to tell you then. It's not just Lake Mi'an that's been having problems lately. I also heard that the entire underground area of ​​the South Cemetery has turned into a cave. Isn't that weird?"

What's going on?

Why did we suddenly bring up Bob's case?

How did he know this information?

Wei En's expression remained unchanged as he asked suspiciously, "That is indeed quite eerie, but I've never heard of such things before. Where did you hear about it?"

"You didn't know that? You're really ignorant!" Felix said with disdain.

"Should I know these things?" Wayne asked.

Felix paused, then nodded: "Indeed, most people don't pay much attention to these things, so naturally they wouldn't find out about such gossip."

"You love gossiping?" Wayne asked.

"What are you talking about? How can you call it gossip? As a top-performing account manager, this is my extremely keen insight into market fluctuations, my professionalism is off the charts, it's just... you know what I mean." Felix said, his eyes lighting up as he picked up a newspaper from the counter beside him:

The Michigan Times.

He unfolded the newspaper, glanced at it in the dim light of the bar, and pointed to one of the columns:

Do you know who this person is?

When Wayne saw that the portrait being pointed at was of Benjamin, his eyes turned slightly cold: "I don't know."

Felix shook his head, his eyes filled with disappointment, and sighed:

"Sigh, you know too little. You don't even know Benjamin? He was the most evil and crazy old man in the South District, even though he's dead."

Wei En was surprised.

We don’t know what’s going on in the South District right now, but the Special Bureau should be blocking information related to Benjamin. How could a bank account manager possibly find out?

Or perhaps Felix had already started gossiping about Benjamin before Bob died; if so, he certainly had some insight.

"I'm ashamed to say I really didn't know. Your bank's account managers certainly have a lot of free time." Wayne quietly scrutinized Felix.

Felix downed the rest of his drink in one gulp, placed the glass on the counter beside him, and, enduring the burning sensation in his throat, said:

"Tsk, I deal with all sorts of people in my daily lives, I'm observant and well-informed, what do you think professionalism is?"

Since you know so many inside stories, let's find out more about you.

Thinking this through, Wayne asked, "What's the deal with that portrait of Benjamin in the newspaper? Have you met Benjamin?"

Felix's face broke into a slight smile:

"I saw Benjamin a few weeks ago. Although he looked younger in the newspaper, I recognized him. If you ask me about the portrait in the newspaper, I can only say that my business involves that newspaper, so I naturally knew everything."

Wei En frowned slightly.

It doesn't seem like a complete exaggeration.

Do bank account managers have such extensive networks?

Felix's expression was strange, and he didn't mention the painter. Should we remind him that there was someone like the painter behind him?

If I give him a heads-up, will he secretly dig up more clues?

However, he may not necessarily be on the side of the Special Affairs Bureau.

Is it possible to recruit him as an informant?

Wayne hesitated, wondering whether he should reveal more information to Felix.

Just then, Ethan walked over and greeted him, "Hey, you're here! Want to go up and have a couple of rounds?"

Wayne turned his head and saw that Ethan had changed into a beige sportswear outfit and was holding a glass of water. There was no indication that he had just crushed a boxing champion in the underground boxing ring.

"No, I don't box. I just came to see you."

Wei En thought to himself, "Are you kidding me? I haven't even had any 'exercise,' how am I supposed to learn to stomp on newbies like you? What if I get killed in there?"

Ethan glanced at Felix beside him, then patted Wayne on the shoulder and laughed:

"Great, you look good. You seem to have slept all day and rested well. Would you like something to drink?"

Wayne realized that Ethan genuinely didn't recognize Felix, so he gestured with his eyes:

The person next to me is strange.

Ethan nodded, understanding.

The two tacitly agreed to give Felix a try.

Wayne picked up a copy of the Michigan Times from the counter and handed it to Ethan: "Look, this guy in there is called Benjamin. He's supposedly the most evil old lunatic in the South. He's in the paper now."

Since Felix was standing to the side, Wayne chose to repeat Felix's original words.

Strangely, Felix knew of Ethan the Phoenix's name, yet when Ethan was in person, he didn't take the initiative to speak to him.

Ethan took the newspaper, glanced at it, his eyes narrowed slightly as the image of the painter flashed through his mind, then he immediately relaxed and smiled, "That's great! I've always been interested in these kinds of events, and now I've finally encountered one."

Wayne pointed to the newspaper's name printed on the page and deliberately raised his voice, "Why don't we go to the newspaper office when we have some free time? Maybe there are clues to some mysterious incident."

After speaking, Wayne glanced at Felix discreetly, but saw nothing amiss.

Ethan glanced at Felix as well and said readily, "Sure. I'll go tomorrow. I happen to know the owner of this newspaper."

at last.

Felix, seemingly unable to contain himself, stepped closer and asked, "You guys are interested in mysterious events too? I'm an expert in this area, do you know anything about it?"

Ethan feigned surprise: "Yes, we've been trying to get involved in mysterious events, but we haven't had any connections."

Wayne nodded. "Do you know anything else, like who drew Benjamin in the newspaper or anything like that?"

Felix, intrigued, reached out and pretended to tighten his tie, then said in a somewhat profound tone:

"Ahem, Benjamin is just a crazy old man, what's so mysterious about him? If you want to talk about real mystery, you have to look at the ins and outs of banking and finance."

As a top client manager at Morgan Bank in Michigan, I excel at helping clients with wealth management.

Whether you're rich or poor, come to Morgan Bank and find me, Felix.

I will customize the optimal asset allocation for you, continuously compound interest, lock in a stable annualized return, and capture all the stock market trends, allowing you to make money while lying down.

No need to get beaten up, no need to bleed, no need to gamble with your life, money placed with me will automatically appreciate in value.

Now, all you need is a million to get started, and you can live a life of ease, worry-free for the rest of your days. How about it, want to join in?

Uh. Wayne was speechless.