Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

Why am I here?

Why should I keep walking?

Wayne's eyes were dull; he simply dragged his heavy body forward.

And then a very long time, perhaps a thousand years, perhaps ten thousand years...

He felt no different from those wandering ghosts; he was even more numb than those wandering ghosts.

who I am?

After an unknown amount of time, an extremely long period of time, perhaps even eternity, passed.

Wayne finally reached the suspended star ring.

Six layers of light—white, red, yellow, green, gray, and black—shone on his blank face.

The pulling sensation disappeared.

It seems that all we need to do is step into the Star Ring.

The star rings resembled a boiling pot of colorful oil; plunging into them was enough to forget all your troubles.

Just as he was about to step in, a tall, dark figure blocked his way.

The figure had a horse's head and a human body, a robust physique, gray-black fur, and a messy mane that hung down to its shoulders. Two green flames burned in its eye sockets, its horse teeth were bared and menacing, and it constantly spewed white mist from its mouth and nose.

It stood atop the radiant star ring, blocking the only entrance leading beyond it.

Its massive horse head drooped, its gaze fixed on Wayne, and an insurmountable pressure enveloped him.

The horse's head opened its mouth and spoke, its voice echoing through the void: "Who are you?"

Wei En's eyes were blank, and he didn't speak.

The horse-headed figure continued, "I'll ask you one more time, who are you?"

Wayne opened his mouth, looking hesitant: "I...I don't know who I am?"

The horse head scrutinized Wayne.

It saw a bluish-black bite mark on Wayne's neck, with a unique depth.

That bite mark was from Him.

Horse Head suddenly realized:

"So it was arranged by that lord. No one has come here for many years. You can pass now."

Wei En was in a daze and ignored what the other person said. He only remembered that "it can pass" and, as if following an instruction, walked into the six-colored star ring and into the boiling pot of colorful oil.

Six bands of light—white, red, yellow, green, gray, and black—spinned, intertwined, and collided, transforming into a boundless vortex.

The feeling of weightlessness swept over my whole body again.

The surrounding scenery faded away.

Amidst the shifting colors.

Consciousness has returned.

My thoughts returned to normal.

Wei En suddenly opened his eyes, breathing heavily, and touched the bite mark on his neck.

The bite mark seemed to be burning, something had changed, but the feeling was vague and I couldn't figure it out right now.

However, he found himself back at the competitive eating contest in the heart of Times Square.

"call……"

"Finally back."

"But something seems to have changed, not just physically, but also in the scene before me..."

At this moment, Wayne stood on the competition platform, the fragments of the Soul Amber Bead still in front of him.

But everything in my field of vision has changed.

The entire night sky was a dark, inky green, stretching to the horizon.

The originally bright and dazzling spotlights became murky and dim, covered with a layer of gray light.

The surrounding buildings were covered in a layer of dust, their outlines blurred, exuding a cold and deathly silence.

The neon lights between the buildings dimmed, the red light like blood, the blue light like ice, and the green light like putrid liquid, flickering on and off.

Below the stage, the cheering and frenzied crowd had all transformed into ghosts of various shapes and sizes, dressed in tattered clothes, filling every corner of the square like a chaotic dance of demons.

As the dim spotlights above flickered, the grotesque outlines of the ghosts stretched and shortened, making their bluish-black and pale skin appear even more eerie.

The cheers all turned into low growls and faint sobs, making the end of the surrounding streets seem even more gloomy, as if hiding endless terror.

But one thing is certain: those ghosts are still cheering excitedly.

A chilling aura swept over us.

Wayne shuddered.

He looked at the row of competitive eaters sitting next to him.

Senator Evans was dressed in a rotten suit, but his body was shriveled up, his eye sockets were sunken and had no pupils, with only two ghostly flames flickering in them.

Its mouth opened wide in a bizarre way, revealing bluish-black teeth, as it greedily swallowed the maggots in the plate, making sticky chewing sounds, with black juice constantly splattering from the corners of its mouth.

All ten contestants, all powerful and influential, acted like ferocious and fanatical ghosts.

Beside her was a wealthy heiress delivering food. Her face was pale, her hair was brittle, and her eyes were cloudy. She was holding a plate with her slender, stiff, long fingers. On the plate was a clump of wriggling maggots arranged in the shape of a hairy crab.

"I won't either..."

Wei En quickly looked at his body and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was normal.

"Thank goodness... but what I ate before couldn't have been..."

A fair, delicate hand waved in front of me.

Only then did Wayne notice that He had been standing beside him the whole time.

No, it should be said that it was her.

Now she is lively and clever, with a friendly temperament, without causing any discomfort or confusion, and looks exactly like a well-behaved girl next door.

Her pupils were no longer small and fragmented, no longer reflecting a jumble of images; they had turned a deep gray, clear and lively, and she was looking at Wayne with blinking eyes.

The extreme fear and oppression he had felt earlier had disappeared, and Wayne was now fully conscious and able to speak.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Wayne sighed softly, "It's nothing, it's just the first time I've experienced something like this."

In such a scenario, the deviation from reality is definitely over 50%.

"Don't worry about that reality deviation. You're mine now. Wherever I am, that's your reality." She looked at Wayne seriously, then stood on tiptoe and ruffled Wayne's hair haphazardly.

Wayne knew that in front of her, all her thoughts would still be captured, so she simply cleared her mind again.

Try not to think about anything important, especially things related to your own secrets.

"Come on, stop thinking about your secret. I'll take you to a fun place."

Holding Wayne's hand, completely ignoring the stares of the many fanatical ghosts, she walked straight off the competition stage.

In a corner of the square, the white-haired middle-aged man in a suit hurriedly ran over and followed, his posture extremely respectful.

According to Charlotte, he was the head of the Second Division and was in charge of old cases, so he must have been of a very high rank.

Surprisingly, the leader of the second section did not turn into a ghost.

The white-haired man glanced at the gray-haired girl holding Wayne's hand, then respectfully asked:

"Where are you headed? Did you enjoy your meal?"

She was somewhat too lazy to pay attention to the other person, but continued to pull Wayne along, talking to him as they walked:

"This white-haired uncle can't find anything good to eat, let's ignore him, hehe."

On the street ahead, countless ghosts wailed and howled, tacitly making way for a wide road.

Wayne was led by the hand as they walked down the desolate, deserted street.

The white-haired man followed eagerly behind.

Wayne looked around and saw a blonde woman in a corner of the street. She was wearing a preppy, fitted dress and was twirling a strand of hair with one finger. Her gaze toward Wayne was filled with surprise and relief.

Wei En immediately stopped looking at it and thinking about it, controlling any unnecessary thoughts.

However, he could clearly sense that a part of his memory was missing.

That was a memory of the college entrance examination. I can hardly recall the oppressive emotions of that time, and the related impressions have become vague.

It seems that all it takes is another night's sleep to completely forget the oppression of that time, leaving only the pure ambition of youthful striving.

Escape from exam-oriented education in a second.

And so, the gray-haired girl, holding Wayne's hand, walked briskly, turning left and right, following the streets and alleys, seemingly increasing her speed, or perhaps shortening the distance.

In short, the surrounding scenery keeps changing.

Finally, I vaguely passed through a door.

A scent of grass and trees wafted towards me.

Suddenly, a secluded, deep forest opened up before us. The branches of the trees were black and cracked, like ghostly claws, and the stench of decay was overwhelming.

Under the cool moonlight.

The gray-haired girl pulled Wayne along a winding path through the woods, her steps still light and quick.

Wayne had no idea where he was and could only follow her.

As the woods gradually thinned out, a rather impressive courtyard building came into view.

The lamplight was dim, and the surroundings were dilapidated.

Above the courtyard gate hangs an old wooden plaque, on which a few large, crooked characters can be vaguely discerned:

"Special Bureau Deep Mountain Welfare Sanatorium".