Cthulhu Panel: One organ mutates every day

"Help? How can I help?" Wayne asked.

Lei Luo pulled a rusty brass whistle from his pocket:

"This is a Class A sealed artifact, the 'Corrupted Copper Whistle,' which can influence consciousness over a wide area. Our Second Division needs to use it to evacuate people and quell this incident. However, since it was used once yesterday, its effectiveness will be weakened today, so we need your help."

Wayne almost took two steps back, looking completely astonished:

"Huh? A-rank sealed artifact? You need my help? How can I help?"

Leilo showed Wayne the "corrupted bronze whistle":

"Perhaps you'll understand what I mean if you try blowing a whistle. Then you can proceed according to your ability."

Wei En hesitated to accept, and declined, saying:

"Blow it? It's an A-rank sealed artifact. If I blow the whistle, I should be fine, right?"

Raylor held up his whistle to Wayne, his tone firm:

"I'll hold the whistle, you blow it. I promise you'll be fine. Time is of the essence, so hurry up."

Wayne knew he couldn't refuse, and since he had no conflict with this Lei Luo and wouldn't be framed, he relaxed and tried to blow the whistle gently.

The moment the whistle was blown, a soft, white sound wave rippled outwards.

In a daze.

Wayne saw countless densely packed balls of thread.

The balls of yarn were full of gaps and very far apart, making them difficult to touch. They seemed to come not only from the people of Times Square, but from the people of the entire city.

A tangled ball of consciousness.

Wein immediately understood.

"This 'Corrupted Copper Whistle' shares a similar mechanism with mine; both manipulate the threads of consciousness. That's why Raylo asked me for help. But how can I help?"

Try again.

Wayne blew gently again.

Within the field of vision, amidst the sound waves emitted by the whistle, there were some extremely difficult-to-detect dark gray threads, constantly swimming into the gaps between the clumps of thread.

"I just don't know what kind of thoughts these whistles carry."

Wayne stopped blowing the whistle and asked:

"Section Chief Lei Luo, how exactly can I help?"

Lei Luo explained:

"This bronze whistle can correct cognitive biases on its own. It usually forcibly modifies contradictory memories and perceptions to achieve the effect of correcting cognitive biases. However, it was used once last night, and its effect is much weaker today. It is no longer enough to cover the entire city, so you need to assist it with your special ability."

Okay, that's true. I'm the one assisting it, not the other way around.

Further research is needed.

Wei En blew the copper whistle again, and the light white sound waves spread out in circles.

However, the threads within the light white sound waves are becoming fewer and fewer. Compared to the sheer number of threads representing the consciousness of the entire city's population, the number of threads is pitifully small and simply cannot cover the entire city.

Repeat this whistle several times, carefully listening to the sensations.

Wayne understood Raylor's intention.

No wonder they wanted to confirm my characteristics before asking for my help.

My characteristic mechanism is similar to this whistle mechanism; in fact, you could say that I can utilize this whistle mechanism to some extent.

As long as I can pinch out enough threads, I can use a whistle to stuff these threads into the tangled mass of consciousness in the entire city.

The only difficulty is that you have to pinch out hundreds of thousands or even millions of threads, which must be very mentally taxing.

Wait, actually... I don't need to make different threads based on each person's specific situation. I just need to make a fixed thread that can be used by everyone present.

But the prerequisite is that this single thread can be replicated into hundreds of thousands or millions of threads...

Wayne looked conflicted and asked:

"Section Chief Lei Luo, although I have room to maneuver, I'm afraid I can't achieve the effect you want on my own."

Lei Luo knew the difficulties involved:

Tell me what kind of help you need.

Wayne spoke his mind:

"If only... there were a mysterious item that could amplify or replicate consciousness."

Lei Luo nodded slightly and took out a dark green nail from his pocket, or more accurately, a needle:

"This is a C-rank sealed artifact called 'Heart Nail,' which can amplify mental power. It's estimated to be usable twice more. You can try it once; it might help you achieve the effect you want."

Wayne took the dark green nail and rubbed it in his hand for a while.

[Old Points: 2.11, 2.21...2.98]

As expected, the leaders have the best stuff.

"Magnify your thoughts? Then how do you use this nail?" Wayne asked.

"Just stick it in yourself, it doesn't matter where you stick it in," Lei Luo said.

"What are the side effects?" Wayne asked again.

Lei Luo recalled, "The side effects... if I remember correctly, should be that it would give the user nightmares."

Having nightmares?

For me, that's equivalent to having no side effects.

After all, I do have nightmares.

But since I'm helping despite the side effects, and I'm helping a stranger like this, I feel like I'm losing out if I don't see any benefits.

Wayne asked with a smile:

"Section Chief Lei Luo, if this goes well, will there be any subsidies or rewards or anything like that?"

Lei Luo was straightforward:

"If you can successfully quell this incident, the 'Heart Nail' can be given to you. Of course, considering that it doesn't have many uses left, I can grant you one more request, a request that is appropriate for your current status."

"Okay, thank you, Section Chief Lei Luo," Wayne said decisively.

Let's talk about it.

Without further hesitation, Wayne gripped the "Heart Nail" and plunged it into the tip of his left index finger.

A sharp pain, like being bitten by an insect, swept from my fingertips throughout my body, reaching my forehead.

It should be useful.

Despite the pain, Wei En suddenly felt his consciousness sharpen, countless thoughts gathering and ready to be unleashed as he pondered:

What kind of thread do you want to make?

To define an accurate action, one must have the current context, the current event, and the current choice.

Ideally, the subsequent impact of this incident should be minimized.

That makes it clear.

Wayne silently recited in his heart:

"I had a dream in which I was at a competitive eating contest in Times Square. After the contest, I had to go home and rest early. When I woke up, I didn't remember anything that happened in the dream."

Then, a thread slowly took shape in his hand.

Wayne held the thread suspended in front of his eyes, then meditated, using those pent-up thoughts to repeat it over and over again:

"I had a dream that I was at a competitive eating contest in Times Square. After the contest, I had to go home and rest early. When I woke up, I didn't remember anything from the dream."

In the blink of an eye, the thread in front of them began to rapidly split and replicate, becoming hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of threads...

In the end, it was impossible to detect the exact number; one could only roughly estimate that there might be over a million, densely packed and obscuring the view.

Wayne turned to Charlotte and asked, "Charlotte, you shouldn't be affected, right?"

Lei Luo: "With me by your side, this A-grade sealed artifact won't affect either of you."

Charlotte nodded in agreement.

"Alright then."

Wayne blew the brass whistle in Leilo's hand again.

At this moment, the copper whistle acts as a medium, a medium that precisely stimulates the thread of consciousness and accurately inserts it into the ball of consciousness.

The pale white sound waves rippled outwards, circle after circle, carrying countless threads that surged densely towards the distant tangled threads of consciousness.

Each thread was precisely inserted into a ball of consciousness.

It's impossible to tell how many strands of consciousness have been successfully inserted.

In short, progress was very rapid, and the densely packed threads of consciousness were gradually exhausted.

But the crowd still did not retreat.

Lei Luo had been observing the crowd below the stage, seemingly having anticipated Wayne's operational procedures.

Charlotte asked from the side, "Is something still missing?"

"Um."

Wayne certainly knew what was missing: a landmark event.

"I had a dream that I was at a competitive eating contest in Times Square. After the contest, I had to go home and rest early. When I woke up, I didn't remember anything from the dream."

The "match over" message is missing.

So he picked up the microphone that the host had dropped and calmly announced:

"The match is over."