Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

"Let's go, don't think about it anymore. Let's find another place to play. You'll get the hang of it after playing a lot." She smiled, her eyes crinkling.

Wei En felt it was a pity.

The alienation seems to be something even the drugs in the Special Bureau can't stop; otherwise, the senior investigator wouldn't have ended up like this.

The gray-haired girl pulled Wayne away from the short old man and strolled down the corridor, choosing their next cubicle.

There are many cubicles here. As you can see from the nameplates, there are senior investigators, ordinary investigators, and occasionally ordinary people.

She muttered under her breath, "Hmm... let's not look for a senior investigator, let's try someone more ordinary."

Wayne muttered, "Uh...where did these ordinary people come from...they're all mutants, aren't they?"

She pulled Wayne through several cubicles to a cubicle with a sign that read "Archaeologist".

Through the transparent wall, you can see a woman in a hospital gown sitting on the corner of the bed inside the cubicle.

The woman looked to be around forty years old. Her hands were placed neatly on her knees, and her forearms were wrapped in bandages from her fingertips to her arms, layer upon layer, with deep and shallow bloodstains all over them.

It is worth noting that the bandages on the woman's fingers were wrapped very tightly and thickly, making it impossible to see the shape of her fingers; only five short, thick cylinders that occasionally twitched were visible.

Wei En, who had been observing everything, asked, "What has corrupted her?"

The gray-haired girl smiled and said, "Why don't you go in and talk to her?"

The staff member staggered over, leaving a trail of slime on the ground, and unlocked the door.

The gray-haired girl pulled Wayne into the house and walked him to the woman.

The woman was still conscious, but her eyes were tired. She glanced at Wayne, shrank back into the corner, and turned her head away, unwilling to respond.

She seemed unable to see the gray-haired girl.

Wayne tried asking a few questions.

The women didn't respond, seemingly very averse to strangers.

What if the other party is unwilling to communicate and information is missing?

Wayne glanced at the gray-haired girl, who only looked expectant and said nothing more.

Once the characteristics are defined, solving this problem is not difficult.

As soon as Wei En had a thought, he saw countless dark gray threads extending from the woman's body.

Those threads stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly infinitely close yet infinitely far, densely packed, some thick, some thin, some warm, some tinged with emotion, all converging and intertwining into a massive ball of yarn.

The ball of yarn kept undulating, twisting, and tangling.

Unlike the senior investigator, the woman's ball of thread had many wide gaps, making it seem very easy to work with.

Next, we need to add a wire inside.

This connection must be established so that she trusts me and can communicate with me honestly.

What kind of wire should we add?

"Can Wayne help me?"

Will Wayne cure all my symptoms?

That's roughly the idea, but it doesn't seem accurate enough. I need her to recognize me precisely.

Add my appearance? Or the current scene?

Wayne silently recited in his mind:

"One night, a young man named Wayne will come to see me. He is my savior, and I will tell him everything."

Then, a thread gradually formed in his fair and delicate hand.

Seemingly due to the large amount of information involved, the thread solidified very slowly, taking a long time to fully stabilize and take shape.

"One night, a young man named Wayne will come to see me. He is my savior, and I will tell him everything."

Wayne picked up the thin thread and stuffed it into the woman's enormous ball of yarn.

The gaps in the ball of yarn were quite large.

With a slight reach, Wayne easily inserted the thread, which then took root and spread.

As he withdrew his hand, the enormous ball of thread shrank into the void and disappeared from sight, as if it had never existed.

At the same time, he moved closer to the woman again and introduced himself:

"Hello, I'm Wayne, and I'm here to help you."

The woman froze for a moment, then turned to look at Wayne, her eyes widening in disbelief. She then lunged forward, grabbing Wayne's arm tightly, and exclaimed excitedly:

"Great! You're here! I've been waiting for you! Waiting so long! Help...help me!"

She kept talking, but gripped Wayne tightly with her bandaged hands, tears welling in her eyes:

"They all say I'm crazy, they lock me up here, they won't listen to me, but they don't know, they know nothing, you're here! You've finally come, I knew you'd come!"

Wayne sat on the bed and looked at the woman in her hospital gown. Even though she was imprisoned here and her fingers were wrapped in bandages, the collar of her hospital gown was neatly arranged.

She must have been a very polite lady before, but now she's in such a sorry state.

"I'm here to help you, but I need to know what happened to you," Wayne said calmly.

The woman gradually released her grip on Wayne's hand, calming her breathing and her eyes quieting down, but her tone was still rapid:

"I am an archaeology professor at the University of Michigan, and my research focuses on the burial structures of the predynastic period in the Eastern Continent."

"Last spring, I led a team on a routine exploration and discovered an unrecorded entrance to a cave."

"That tomb... does not belong to any known dynasty. The style of the murals, the word order of the inscriptions, and the arrangement of the offerings are all outside any known framework."

"Moreover... the figures on those walls, all of them are faceless, the kind of faceless that has been wiped off, very smooth, very eerie, I can't describe it right now."

"I took photos, made rubbings of the wall patterns, and brought back samples."

"Then I started having a fever on my way back, and it wasn't until I woke up from a nap that they... started."

Wayne continued to ask:

"Start? What started?"

The woman looked at Wayne with a hint of fear in her eyes, then glanced at her own arm, which was wrapped in bandages:

"insect."

She slowly peeled back a corner of the bandage, revealing a mangled arm covered in bloodstains.

Among the bloodstains, there were signs of fingernail scratching, which seemed to be her own hand scratching, and had been done year after year, until her arm was scratched beyond recognition.

You can even see flesh and blood, not skin.

Wayne asked:

"What kind of bug? Do you have bugs on your arm?"

The woman shook her head repeatedly, her arms trembling:

"Not on my arms! I feel them under my skin, or... in my bones. I can feel them, I can't grasp them, but they're always there! I've wanted to cut off these two troublesome arms countless times! But I persisted, my research wasn't finished... Now I've waited for you!"

Wayne nodded.

Judging from the extent of the scratches, the insects were a deep source of distress for her. Even scratching her arms raw did nothing to help, and she even had the crazy idea of ​​cutting off both arms.

Unfortunately, unlike the senior investigator, she was unaware that she herself had become a mutant.

She was destined never to return to normal society to continue her research.

But now, we can help her and alleviate her pain.

"Actually, maybe there were never any bugs at all," Wayne said calmly.

The woman was stunned for a moment:

"Impossible! It must be an insect! I can clearly feel its shape, its carapace, its multiple segments, its antennae divided into several segments, it looks a lot like a scorpion beetle, and it's inside my flesh!"