Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Charlotte lunged forward, grabbed Wayne's arm, and whispered with extreme seriousness:

"Wayne, come with me quickly. Something went wrong on this mission. If we don't leave now, it will be too late."

With a puzzled look on his face, Wayne slowly pulled his arm away:

"Miss Charlotte, what are you talking about? Where are we going? Are we that close?"

Charlotte sounded somewhat anxious:

"Wayne, look me in the eye. We came to Metropolis together from Michigan, and I'm the one who settled you into the Grand Hotel. Think about it carefully!"

Looking into her eyes, Wayne suddenly had a vague feeling that she wasn't lying, but he had no recollection of it and could only hesitantly ask:

"We...together? But I clearly came alone."

Charlotte sat next to Wayne, her eyes fixed on him.

"Wayne, think about it again... Think about the Special Affairs Bureau, think about the Investigations Department... Think about what you were doing in Michigan?"

Wayne frowned and pondered for a moment, feeling that his memories of Michigan were indeed somewhat hazy, but he still confirmed:

"What Special Investigations Department? I study at the University of Michigan, aren't you a student there too?"

Charlotte bit her lip, and seeing that the usual stimulation wasn't working, she grabbed Wayne's arm again, her voice urgent:

"Wei En, I am partly responsible for this accident. I was in a hurry to get you to acquire the characteristics, so I brought you to the Metropolis without completing the docking process."

At the time, I was unaware that the metropolis was in a critical period and that communication with the outside world was disrupted.

Although the colleagues in the second department were able to remain conscious, no matter who they were, as long as they were conscious, information could not be transmitted through communication tools.

After careful consideration, I can only cooperate with my colleagues in the second department to settle you in a hotel and then help resolve this matter as soon as possible.

However, things developed far beyond our expectations. The impact of this incident was unprecedented. The Second Division was busy with follow-up arrangements and had no time to attend to you.

After all, dealing with the old pollution is a much higher priority than helping the messenger acquire traits.

However, I have already applied to the leaders of the Second Section. You are a messenger, and even at the risk of contamination, I will take you to a safe place.

Stop hesitating, let's leave the Metropolitan now! It'll be too late once the eating contest starts!

Wayne felt Charlotte gripping his arm tightly and thought to himself:

What a strange woman, she never stops talking. Is she discussing some investigator novel plot?

Although I couldn't understand what she was saying, some of the words in her speech were indeed familiar, such as "eating contest".

I saw her at the competitive eating contest last night. So it seems the competitive eating contest was held last night.

Is there going to be a competitive eating contest tonight?

However, I do have a vague feeling that my personality is somewhat different from before, but I can't pinpoint exactly what's different. Some of the changes seem to have happened not long ago.

Wei En was half-believing and half-doubting, and said:

"Miss Charlotte, if I go with you, where will we go? And what will we do?"

Seeing that her words had worked, Charlotte pulled Wayne up from the sofa and dragged him out, anxiously giving him instructions:

"There are some mysterious items in the second department that can restore consciousness. We'll go back and recover for a while. Once you're fully conscious, we'll rearrange the acquisition of your special ability. Let's go, let's go now..."

Charlotte suddenly stopped speaking and turned to look to the side.

Wayne followed Charlotte's gaze.

Rosalind, carrying a glass of red wine, walked towards the two with a smile. Seeing their closeness, she was quite pleased and teased them:

"Oh, my sister just left a little while ago, where are you all going...?"

Wayne was about to explain the situation to Rosalind.

Charlotte pinched him, then spoke first, grinning as she said:

"Sister, Wayne said he's taking me out to play, and he might not be back tonight."

Rosalind smiled, looking at the two who seemed quite affectionate, with a contented expression.

"Going out for fun is fine, but please be careful."

Charlotte nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, Wayne will take good care of me."

Wei En didn't understand.

Why didn't Charlotte tell Rosalind the truth?

If there is any hidden danger that cannot be made public, shouldn't Rosalind be taken away as well?

Charlotte saw through Wayne's worries and whispered in his ear to comfort him:

"I know you're worried about your sister. If this situation gets under control, everyone here will be fine. But if it gets out of control, this incident could turn into a disaster."

Before that, it would be easiest for me to take you away alone, because you are an investigator, and your professional instincts would allow you to selectively accept what I say in a short period of time.

If I bring other people with me or involve them, our escape will definitely be hindered by some inexplicable factor, and then it will be very difficult to get away!

Wei En frowned as he listened.

Although Charlotte's arguments were reasonable and well-founded, all her statements were based on an assumption, an assumption I cannot currently confirm:

I am an investigator from the Special Affairs Bureau.

Based on such a fabricated assumption, the inferences derived from it, no matter how self-consistent they may seem, are essentially no different from the words of a charlatan.

If there really is such an anomaly now, then Charlotte is the biggest anomaly, isn't she?

Of course, it is undeniable that, intuitively speaking, Charlotte's kindness is almost overflowing.

Charlotte kept observing Wayne, her thoughts racing.

Seeing that Wayne was still hesitating, she had a sudden idea.

If you go to Wayne's room and find his Special Bureau investigator credentials or identification, you can prove what you're saying!

Rosalind raised an eyebrow as she watched the two whispering intimately:

"So, have you two decided where to go for fun?"

Before Wayne and Charlotte could react.

A middle-aged senator walked over with a glass of red wine and greeted Rosalind:

"Miss Webber, would you be interested in participating in the eating contest tonight? How about we come up on stage and have a meal together?"

After recognizing the visitor, Rosalind, mindful of the other person's status, felt it inappropriate to refuse, and thus responded with a smile:

"Of course, it would be my honor."

Charlotte sensed something was wrong. Rosalind had agreed to participate in the competition, and if Wayne was more suspicious, she probably wouldn't leave with her.

After overhearing Rosalind's conversation with the middle-aged senator, Wayne's thoughts were racing.

Rosalind is going to participate in a competitive eating contest...

I feel like something's wrong, something's very wrong.

There was a vague premonition, as if... once I left with Charlotte, I would never see Rosalind again.

It could be some other premonition, but in any case, it's very bad.

Wayne looked deeply at Charlotte, seeing the worry and panic in her eyes, then pulled her aside and said resolutely:

"Miss Charlotte, thank you for your kindness, but you don't need to try to persuade me anymore. I'm not leaving."

Charlotte pursed her lips, her face showing struggle, unwilling to give up:

Why?