Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Charlotte tilted her head, her fingertips twirling her blonde hair:

"We're leaving this afternoon, and we might not be back until tomorrow. If you have any work to finish, do it quickly."

Do you want to spend the night in the metropolis?

The first thing that came to Wei En's mind was the nightmare, and the fragments of the "Seven Chapters of the Mysterious Monarch's Secret Scripture" in the nightmare.

I'll definitely have that nightmare again tonight. I need better equipment and firepower, and I also need to drag Ethan into the nightmare.

I need to ask Professor Daphne from the Logistics Department for some equipment to take with me, and I also need to ask Ethan in person what his special characteristics are, preferably to see him in person.

As long as you have Ethan's complete outline in your subconscious—his name, appearance, past experiences, and characteristics—you can drag him into your nightmares as well.

"Okay, you book the tickets first, give me some time," Wayne said.

"Go ahead, I'll call you when I've arranged things on my end." Charlotte's gaze was calm, thoughtful, as if she was mentally reviewing the steps of the mission.

"Okay." Wayne and Matthew turned and left the Second Division office.

In the corridor.

After parting ways with Matthew, Wayne first went to the armory on the basement floor of the Ritz Hotel and met Professor Daphne.

Daphne, petite in stature, was sitting at her desk, sleeves rolled up, slowly writing documents.

The faint sound of gunfire from the shooting range next door did not affect the young professor's concentration at all, so much so that she did not even notice Wayne's arrival.

Wayne stepped forward quietly and suddenly spoke up: "Professor Daphne."

"Ah!" Professor Daphne exclaimed suddenly, dropping her pen in surprise. Her face flushed with anger. "You scared me to death!"

"Excuse me, Professor Daphne." Wayne found this young professor quite interesting, so he instinctively wanted to tease her upon meeting her.

Daphne stood up, looked Wayne up and down, and her tone suddenly became one of admiration:

"So it's the messenger! How was it? How's the Azure Staff you took last time? Is it easy to use?"

Cangjie is the name Daphne gave to the crowbar.

At the time, Daphne called him Messenger simply because Wayne approved of the crowbar.

Wayne was taken aback, not expecting her to continue in the same manner as last time, and could only force a smile and agree:

"It works great! The Azure Blade is a holy grail of physics! It's an excellent weapon for fighting alien species! It's very easy to use!"

Daphne's smile was radiant; she didn't look like a university professor at all.

"As expected, you have excellent judgment, Messenger. What brings you here today? Please tell me."

After thinking for a moment, Wayne asked, "Do we have any equipment or weapons here for catching rats?"

"Killing rats? What kind of weapon do you need to kill rats?" Daphne asked, puzzled.

"It's not about killing ordinary rats, it's about killing a swarm of rats, a variant of rats," Wayne emphasized.

"A rat variant..." Daphne pondered. "The characteristics are fairly obvious. What type of weapon do you want?"

"Any type is fine, as long as it's effective, the more the better," Wayne said crisply.

"Huh?" Daphne looked surprised, then fell into deep thought. "I understand now. Let me think about it."

Wayne sat to the side, observing the armory environment, but didn't see any obvious rat-killing weapons.

"Messenger, rodents generally lack efficient sweat glands, have narrow respiratory tracts, cannot vomit, have thin skin, live in burrows, and easily accumulate toxins. The physiological structure of rat variants is also quite similar. Perhaps you need to specially approve some equipment, such as chemical agents, incendiary bombs, flamethrowers, and the like." When Daphne started thinking, she took on a more professorial air, and her analysis was thorough and well-organized.

"What exactly is needed?" Wayne was completely clueless about it.

Daphne pulled an approval form from the drawer, picked up a pen, and began to write:

"Flamethrowers, which are individual fuel injection devices, are possible, but they are only suitable for indoor combat. They are less effective in long-range combat in open areas and are more likely to backfire on the user."

"There could also be incendiary bombs, such as napalm grenades or... thermite incendiary grenades. These are quite practical, as they can change the terrain and are of great tactical significance."

"As for some highly toxic rodenticides, there are oral sodium fluoroacetate, as well as fumigants such as phosphine and methyl bromide, but the latter requires users to wear protective equipment, which may be inconvenient."

"There are also some corrosive chemicals, strong acids and alkalis, but they're not very convenient to carry..."

This is so professional! It has to be a professor.

Without much hesitation, Wayne said, "I want them all."

Daphne didn't look up, keeping her head down as she filled out the approval form: "Don't worry, I've prepared everything for the messenger! I've also written down all the precautions for you, and there are some rat-catching methodologies included. You can pick them up when the time comes."

Wayne mentally checked if he had forgotten anything. The only things left were the revolver and the crowbar. The mithril bullets Theodore had given him were enough for the revolver in the nightmare, but as for the crowbar…

"Also, are there any plans to improve or strengthen the Cangjie crowbar? I'm really looking forward to it becoming even stronger," Wayne asked, trying to coax him.

"If we want to strengthen it further, we might have to consider adding special materials. There are solutions such as coatings, interlayers, and embedding. I will provide several options, and you can choose the one you like, Messenger. Of course, it mainly depends on what special materials you have on hand," Daphne explained.

"Alright, all done!" Daphne handed the approval form to Wayne.

Wayne took the approval form, turned and left: "Thank you, Professor Daphne. I'm in a hurry, so I'll head over now."

"Alright, messenger, remember to come find me again if you need anything!" Daphne waved goodbye.

[Charm Lv.1 - Affinity] Progress: 55.2%

On his way to submit the approval form, Wayne ran into Ethan, who was returning from outside.

Ethan glanced at the approval form in Wayne's hand and smiled:

"Oh, what's going on? What are you planning to do? You need so much equipment?"

Seeing this as a good opportunity to inquire about the other party's characteristics, Wayne pulled Ethan aside and whispered:

"Hey, Ethan, I have a question for you."

"What's so mysterious?" Ethan asked, puzzled.

Wayne paused for a moment, then asked, "What are your special characteristics?"

Knowing Ethan's characteristics, we can drag him into nightmares tonight.

"Have you already obtained all the special features?" Ethan asked back.

"Not yet. The process for the messenger to obtain the special properties is a bit special. I'll tell you after I get them," Wayne said.

"Then why are you asking me? Revealing your old sequence to others is a major taboo; it will attract the attention of those with ulterior motives who will target you from the very source of your sequence," Ethan said, pulling at him.

"Hey, just tell me, we're buddies. I'm curious, curious about what the characteristics of our Phoenix are. You don't need to tell me which sequence it is, you just need to tell me the effect." Wayne pretended to be nonchalant and continued to persuade him.

"As for the special effect, just call it the Phoenix. You can think of it as extending life, including when facing pollution." Ethan didn't hide anything.

Extending life?

So that's how it is. No wonder Ethan was confident enough to take on the entire Hofhouse tavern all by himself.

The Phoenix is ​​both his name and his special ability.

Could it be that back when he was the Phoenix and single-handedly wiped out an entire gang in Sin City, he already possessed special abilities?

That's not enough. I need to see Ethan display his traits firsthand to ensure that I can retain them in my subconscious and thus successfully drag him into the nightmare.

"Could you let me take a look at what exactly the Phoenix is?" Wayne asked with a smile.

"Take a look? What are you up to?" Ethan raised an eyebrow.

"Just take a look, just a glimpse, let me see it. Once I get the special ability, I'll come back and show it to you first," Wayne continued to persuade.

"Okay, deal, you've got your eye on it." Ethan agreed immediately.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand, and bloody, sticky feather patterns appeared on his wrist, only to disappear in a flash.

Wayne quickly looked at the watch on his wrist.

The actual deviation rate went from 0% to 1%, and then back to 0% from 1%.