Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

The other side of Times Square.

The massive crowd moved in perfect unison, clearing a path for each other.

The gray-haired woman walked ahead with her hands folded behind her back, taking small steps, while the white-haired middle-aged man followed behind her with utmost respect.

The middle-aged man with white hair followed along, gesturing towards the outer edge of the square and shouting.

Judging from the lip movements, it can be seen that he was saying something like "evacuate the crowd as soon as possible" and "ensure the safety of the people".

The entire crowd watched the gray-haired woman leave.

Wei En saw everything, but didn't have the mind to think about it.

because.

As the gray-haired woman walked further away, his vision was once again filled by her increasingly larger silhouette under the distorted visual imaging.

As long as she is still in sight, it seems to be forever right in front of my face, and it continues to be infinitely huge, following the rule of "nearer objects appear larger and farther objects appear even larger".

Until finally, just as the gray-haired woman was about to disappear from his sight.

He witnessed a scene he would never forget:

As the gray-haired woman swayed with each light step, even a single strand of gray hair by her ear seemed capable of piercing the heavens and earth, shattering the stars and moon, and disrupting the night sky…

A single eyelash of hers could stretch across buildings, reach the sky, and encompass the horizon...

Her profile view revealed tiny, shimmering pupils that, like countless cosmic nebulae, undulated and sparkled, dazzling and boundless...

Her figure fills the entire world.

She is the champion who triumphed over politicians and capital.

She was the spiritual anchor worshipped by the entire city.

She is a great being who transcends the mundane.

She is the ultimate destination that humanity spends its entire life searching for.

He is the only one...

He is the whole world, the entire universe...

……

The gray-haired woman had disappeared from sight.

Wayne continued to revel in the dazed and intoxicating dance steps.

Spin and glide with the crowd around you, forgetting your troubles as if you're drinking alcohol, and enjoying this moment of joy.

Everything felt light and airy, the world spun around, I felt out of balance, neon lights flickered, and buildings seemed to spiral...

Gradually, he began to feel tired, and he noticed that the dancing of the people around him was slowing down.

Everyone must be very tired.

I'm so tired.

Wayne gradually stopped her clumsy dance steps.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of people in uniform rushing onto the high platform of the competitive eating contest.

Those people's uniforms were quite peculiar, seemingly emitting a faint bioluminescence.

Charlotte was also among them, her blonde hair and schoolgirl dress making her stand out.

The middle-aged man with white hair had somehow appeared on the stage and was explaining something to the others.

Then he took out a rusty brass whistle, blew it hard, but no sound came out.

Wein heard no whistle, but saw a pale white sound wave emanating from the whistle, circling and lingering, seemingly spreading throughout the city.

Waves of sound soothe the cerebral cortex, making one feel increasingly drowsy.

As my excitement gradually subsided, my physical fatigue became more apparent.

The only thought in my mind was to go back to bed and sleep.

With his weary body dragged along, his suit soaked through by the wine rain, Wayne wiped a handful of his damp, alcohol-smelling hair, touched the key to room 213 of the Grand Hotel in his pocket, and walked back.

He walked slowly, heading only towards the Grand Hotel.

He was squeezed in the crowd when he suddenly realized that the entire Times Square was returning home, dispersing to the streets in all directions.

Afterwards, Wayne followed the street beneath his feet and vaguely entered the Grand Hotel, no longer having the energy to observe the situation in the hotel lobby.

They went straight to room 213, opened the door, went inside, and closed the door.

He collapsed onto the bed.

What a delightful night, and a fantastic eating contest!

Wayne couldn't resist the overwhelming drowsiness and was about to fall asleep.

But he vaguely remembered that he should grab onto something or touch something before going to sleep.

What exactly is it...?

It seems to be in the room...

He fought off his intense drowsiness, saw the rat-catching equipment box on the wall, stood up, and used his last bit of strength to walk toward the equipment box.

This should be the box.

With unsteady steps, he finally lost his balance, his legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the equipment box, falling into a deep sleep.

Go to sleep.

……

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Wei En suddenly opened his eyes, his mind filled with images of the competitive eating contest from the previous night.

Those absurd scenes flashed by one after another.

Absurd appetites, absurd crowds, absurd politicians, absurd dances, absurd cheers, everything absurd...

As he recalled his thoughts, words, and actions at the time, he frowned and almost swore.

"What have I been doing?"

"How did I end up participating in such an absurd eating contest, and even becoming the center of attention?"

He was stunned for a moment.

"...Wait, how did I suddenly become sober...?"

Before me was the ceiling of an unfamiliar room, with a crystal chandelier shining from it, and a spacious, retro-style luxury room environment.

He slowly sat up and turned his head to see the brass lamp by the bedside.

A copy of the Metropolitan Times sits on the bedside table, and a half-closed built-in wardrobe sits on the other side of the bed. A full-length mirror reflects half of the room, and a faint scent of soap wafts from the bathroom.

In particular, there was that familiar book, "The Seven Chapters of the Mysterious Monarch's Secret Scripture," on the bedside table.

Wayne got up and got out of bed, pulling back the curtains of the French windows to reveal a pitch-black night and a thick, crimson fog outside.

"Very good, the familiar 'Seven Chapters of the Mysterious Monarch's Secret Scripture,' the familiar red mist, finally, the nightmare has begun."

Wein felt completely conscious, unlike during the competitive eating contest.

"It turns out that I'm only fully awake in nightmares."

"The initial setting of this nightmare was room 213 of the Grand Hotel."

He looked back at the rat-catching equipment box on the bed, then looked down at his own clothes.

A suit soaked with alcohol, and leather shoes stained with footprints.

I glanced again at the reality deviation meter on my wrist.

The hands on the dial are cracked and damaged.

"So that's how it is, this is facing the past..."

"It's a pity. The reality deviation meter had already given a warning when I stepped out of the hotel, but my cognition was severely distorted at the time, so I couldn't take any action or even find the source of the tremor."

"Does the more important something is, the more it gets distorted... until only some kind of instinct remains, like the appetite?"

"I wonder what the deviation from reality was at the time. Did it exceed 50%?"

"He's going too far... If His act of giving the pocket watch to the original owner was pre-planned, then why did I transmigrate to this world? Was it really just because of the 'Seven Chapters of the Mysterious Monarch's Secret Scripture'?"

"It's terrifying to think about, being so close to Him at the time..."

"Although, the feeling of forgetting troubles and worries at the end is very real, and you might even savor it a little..."

Thinking of this, Wei En couldn't help but give a self-deprecating bitter laugh.

What am I thinking? Is pollution itself something worth dwelling on over and over again?

We should first completely reverse the perception and set the tone:

The previous competitive eating contests... that kind of city-wide collective madness and frenzy was undoubtedly terrifying.

Ordinary people in this situation are completely unable to cope with it and can only have their perceptions distorted, drifting along in their own delusions.

I don't know what method Charlotte used to get rid of the pollution.

However, she should have already connected with her colleagues in the second department, so we can only ask her about it later.

That middle-aged man with white hair must be the leader of the Second Section; the bronze whistle in his hand seemed to have a calming effect on a wide range of people.

Their second department seemed to be focusing on dealing with old matters and had no time for anything else.

As for Uncle Harrington, his business trip to the Metropolitan was to investigate some issues with Weber's business in the Metropolitan area.

The main issues were unusual expenses and the disappearance of the business director of the Metropolitan Government. It was also mentioned that Webber Corporation was one of the funders of the competitive eating contest.

These must have been part of the pollution that plagued the city in the past.

Of course, the ugly behavior of those municipal councilors was quite a contrast and quite amusing.

Wayne's mind was extremely clear at this moment, and he instantly sorted out all the unusual events of last night.

No, Uncle Harrington said that my sister Rosalind will most likely come to the Metropolis as well.

But the Metropolitan area is fraught with uncertainty and danger during this period.

After you wake up from the nightmare, contact her and make up any excuse to stop her from coming over.

No, half a month ago, the original owner and her sister came to the Grand Hotel to attend a dinner party where conglomerate tycoons gathered to discuss some business in the metropolis.

It was at that banquet that the original owner met the gray-haired little girl, received the pocket watch from her, and that led to a series of subsequent events, including my unexpected time travel.

Considering last night's competitive eating contest, it's uncertain whether the original owner of this body was still conscious when she approached the gray-haired little girl...

Even... were there any sober people left at that banquet?

Perhaps that dinner party was just like last night's eating contest, with everyone acting out of their minds, only they didn't get to fully indulge in the revelry.

My sister was also at that banquet. Has she already been corrupted by Him?

I had a bad feeling that I had to stop my sister from coming to the Metropolis as soon as possible.

Only after successfully stopping her can I feel at ease.

The next priority will be to acquire special features.

That gray-haired little girl... no, that gray-haired young woman, no, that gray-haired lady...

It doesn't matter anymore; what I see may not be His true form.

In short, it is Him.

Wayne's mind flashed back to His appearance, recalling the distorted "far away, even bigger up close" visual effect, and his brow furrowed slightly.

That's truly unbelievable.

All objects in the world appear larger when closer and smaller when farther away; this is a principle of perspective.

But He violated this principle of perspective.

If you are far away, it appears as large as the entire sky; if you are close, it returns to its normal visual size.

Could it be that the light projected onto the retina is distorted?

Never mind, these are all minor details.

The most important thing right now is to acquire features.

He said he would eat me tomorrow.

What exactly does it mean?

Does it mean physically eating me?