"I cannot express with my words such wonderful tension as this talented painter can."
The man with dark circles under his eyes said modestly.
"What's your name, sir?"
After hearing this, Bismarck developed a liking for this humble man and asked.
"I am Nietzsche. May I ask your name?"
"Old Bismarck, I didn't expect you to be the famous Nietzsche in the literary and philosophical circles. I'm sorry for your disrespect."
Bismarck took the initiative to extend his hand to Nietzsche, who was shocked when he heard it.
He didn't expect that the person in front of him was the famous iron-blooded chancellor. When this gentleman took the initiative to extend his hand to him, Nietzsche quickly stretched out his hands to shake it.
Seeing Nietzsche's humble attitude, Bismarck became more fond of this young man. After letting go, he asked,
"You are so impressed by this painting. Can you tell me the secret behind it?"
Bismarck pointed to this seemingly plain portrait.
Master Nietzsche's expression was serious, and he answered seriously,
“Although I am not a painter, I can vaguely feel the emotions infused into it.
It is a kind of emotion towards life, and it also seems to be a sigh about the experiences in one's own life. Although it seems to be a simple painting, it contains a lot of fragmented information.
I can feel his soul, which is tortured but still faces life resolutely like a sunflower. "
Although Bismarck could not see as many details as Nietzsche, from Master Nietzsche's serious expression and attitude, it can be seen that what he said was very sincere and without any exaggeration.
"Vincent Van Gogh, I remember this name."
Bismarck thought so after taking a look at the signature in the lower right corner.
Bismarck turned around and nodded to Nietzsche, "Nice to meet you, Master Nietzsche. See you next time if we have the chance."
Nietzsche saw that Bismarck seemed to have something to do and left, so he said goodbye to Bismarck.
“It is my honor to meet you.
I came to Munich to attend the music festival, but I didn't expect the festival to be postponed.
I live in room 302 on the third floor, and you are always welcome to visit, Mr. Bismarck."
Nietzsche said modestly.
Bismarck raised his hand, waved, and left.
Although a minor incident occurred, Bismarck still moved towards the underground headquarters.
The road was smooth and unobstructed, and the big man once again arrived at the underground headquarters.
At this time, Jobtran had lost his temporary authority and became a wolf-level investigator again, but he had already established a lot of prestige among the local investigators.
Some people have regarded Jobtran as the next Tiger-level investigator, but his current power level has not reached the requirements of that level. At best, he has only reached the power level of a Snake-level investigator.
Bismarck found Jobtrand, who was looking at documents at the wine table, in the crowd. His silver-gray hair stood out in the crowd.
The noisy crowd noticed the great man and made way for him.
"Lord Bismarck is here? Who will he look for?"
"I don't know, but he must be a big shot with great influence, right?"
"Hyman is still recovering from his injuries, and Harvey is out on a mission. I wonder who Lord Bismarck is going to look for?"
The investigators talked among themselves and watched Bismarck walk straight towards the bar.
Bismarck patted the man next to Jobtran, and the man turned around and immediately stood up to give him his seat.
"Mr. Bismarck, please."
Bismarck nodded slightly as a gesture of thanks and sat down next to Jobtrand, who was concentrating on studying the documents.
Without looking up, Joe Butran said,
"Roz, have you got the next file?"
The original team investigating the Ketchlov incident has been disbanded, but Rhodes and Veronica remain under Jobtran's organization.
Rhodes, the red-haired and extremely ordinary boy, hopes to learn from Jobtran and improve his abilities in all aspects.
Bismarck laughed and handed over the combat report he was carrying with him.
Joe Butran glanced quickly to one side and then raised his head.
This combat report, which was obviously written by the military, was different in writing style and format from the one within the Investigation Bureau. Jobtran saw the difference at a glance.
Jobtran raised his head and saw Bismarck, who was sitting next to him with a smile on his face. He immediately stood up and bowed.
"Mr. Bismarck, you are here."
"It's okay, it's okay. Sit down. Take a look at this report first."
Bismarck said with a smile.
After hearing this, Jobtran read the report carefully and then frowned.
"Did the battle on Jasper Street leave a tongue deliberately?"
Bismarck nodded.
"Only when there are still people alive can we properly uphold the dignity of our military and let them say for themselves how insignificant their power is."
Joe Boutrang shook his head.
“The Prime Minister may not have considered this matter carefully enough.
The military's strength can be spread through the mouths of citizens.
This tongue might cause trouble later.
Perhaps the guys in the Yellow Group who call themselves intellectuals might be more restrained, but those crazy people in the Cult of Cthulhu might not think so.
If it causes a counter-effect, it will be very troublesome.”
Bismarck thought about it for a moment and understood Jobtrand's concerns.
"You mean you're worried that those lunatics will come out of the darkness again?"
"If that's the case, there's nothing to be afraid of." Jobtran said with a wry smile.
“The first to break off relations were the Cthulhu Cult. The Cthulhu Cult has always kept a low profile. They had expected to be retaliated against by provoking other forces so arrogantly.
The problem is that they haven't revealed their next card yet. I don't think the appearance of the city of R'lyeh will be enough to make these long-lurking lunatics surface.
We are missing a crucial clue, and as you can see, I am looking through these ancient documents, trying to find some clue."
Jobtran turned slightly to show Bismarck copies of the ancient documents on the table.
Bismarck took a look.
"Eh? Is this the Devil's Bible that's been rumored?"①
Jobtran nodded. He didn't expect that Bismarck, who was devoted to dictatorship, would actually have some interest in mysterious books.
"These are some of the pages from the rubbings of the Devil's Bible.
This image of the devil is an illustration on page 290 of the original book.
The original book is now kept in the Royal Swedish Library in Stockholm.
The original book was bound in a wooden cover with leather and metal decorations.
The total length is 92 centimeters, the width is 50 centimeters, and the thickness is 22 centimeters. It is called "The Big Book" by the world.
Jobtran introduced to Bismarck.
Bismarck asked in some surprise,
"Then what are you doing reading this Bible?"
Joe Butran rubbed his brows.
“My intuition told me that the clue was in this book.
Although it sounds like it has nothing to do with the Cthulhu sect, I always feel that there is a vague connection between them that I can't explain."
Bismarck thought for a moment and then said:
"Could it be because the Devil's Bible is the only Bible that contains a picture of the Devil?"
Joe Boutrang shook his head.
“It shouldn’t be that simple. It seems that there are still secrets in this Bible that writers have not yet successfully cracked.
This book is said to be written by the devil.
According to legend, this great book was obtained by a desperate monk in exchange for his soul to the devil.
This is an ominous object. Wherever it is and whoever holds it will suffer various disasters.
Soon after the White Monastery of Sedlach received the Devil's Bible, the Black Death broke out around them.
After this book was collected by the kings of that time, they all suffered unexpected disasters.
This Bible contains the New Testament, the Old Testament, many historical and medical works, and even many magic spells, and eight pages have been torn out. "
Bismarck did not quite understand what Jobtrand said, so he raised a question:
"What does this have to do with those pagans?"
"Based on the context and the context, I made a rough guess and I think the eight pages that were deliberately torn off should be the key."
Joe Butran rubbed his brows and said helplessly.
"If this book is a code book, then the eight pages might contain the equations to crack the code.
This book could not have been written by human hands. It can only be a masterpiece that was completed under the influence of mysterious forces.
The Mystical Side would never do something meaningless, nor would it deliberately go to great lengths to write such a work just to humiliate the Holy Light.
The secret code hidden behind this should be the trump card that the Cthulhu sect can obtain from their ancient heritage.
That’s the clue we need to understand.”
Bismarck thought for a while and thought of the somewhat neurotic writer who had a good impression on him.
"Who knows? I know a guy who can be useful to you in your next job. Come with me later."
The reason Bismarck came this time was actually to meet with Jobertland again to see if he could make him change his mind and become his successor. However, seeing that Jobertland was now concentrating on studying the literature, he tactfully did not raise this issue again.
The elderly Bismarck naturally understood Jobertrand's choice at this time. Even if he did not become his successor, Jobertrand would try to protect the world in his own way.
This was not much different from becoming his successor, and Bismarck decided to leave it at that.
Bismarck patted Jobtran on the shoulder.
"Pack up and follow me."
After hearing this, Jobtran quickly sorted out the messy documents on the table, temporarily put them in a small bag, put it on his shoulder, and followed Bismarck.
After the two men left, Ross returned to the bar, holding a tall document in his hands.
"Eh? Where are the people?"
Ross looked confused.
——
The waves hit the rocks on the shore with the sound of the wind.
This is a place known as the Black Reef of Despair.
There are many invisible reefs hidden deep in the sea outside, and ships dare not pass through this sea area at all.
There is a high and steep cliff on the seashore, and there are rocks at the bottom.
It is difficult to find a place to stand on the rocky beach here. You can even see the skeletons of some people who jumped off the cliff because of depression.
The moon's pure white light shone on the bones, reflecting a dead paleness.
And deep in the rocky beach of the Black Reef of Despair, there is a hidden and damp cave.
Looking from outside the cave, its shape is like the huge mouth of a monster, and no scene inside the cave can be seen.
If you walk slowly into the cave entrance, which is three people tall but only one person wide, you will find that the space inside is much larger than you imagined.
Gusts of sea breeze blew a salty, skin-dampening smell into the cave, and in the cave grew some mushrooms that looked extremely poisonous.
In the darkness, these mushrooms look like fireflies resting on the ground, emitting a creepy latent green glow.
As the sea breeze blew in, some tiny spore powder sprayed out from the conical umbrella top.
If these spores are inhaled, it will feel as if sand is mixed with the breath, and the person will slowly suffocate.
This cave should be uninhabited, but from some details inside the cave, it can be seen that it belongs to a secret organization.
The stalactites in the cave showed signs of being artificially shaved and polished, and deep in the cave, a group of people in black robes were arguing loudly around a natural stone table.
The cavern echoed with the sounds of their quarrel.
“This is a counterattack from the authorities!”
"We, the followers of Cthulhu, will never tolerate such provocation!"
"An eye for an eye! An eye for a tooth!"
"Bullshit! The official fighting force is already very strong now, are we going to die?!"
"That's right! This is no longer the era of war where cold weapons are king! You've heard about the power of those hot weapons. If we fight in groups, we won't be able to win!"
"Shut up!"
The leader shouted angrily with his authoritative voice.
The argument came to an abrupt halt.
The echo of "shut up" echoed in the empty hall, as if mocking the rude and heated argument before them.
"Have you forgotten something?"
The leader slapped the stone table hard, causing a loud echo.
The stone table cracked into many gaps, as if the force of the blow was incredible.
With the help of the faint light coming through the mushrooms, it can be seen that the leader's hand is not human.
It was a hand belonging to a deep diver, covered with fishy scales and frog webs between the fingertips, all showing these details.
The leader's eyes were like two bright lights in the darkness under his black robe, gleaming with scarlet light.
The face under the black robe no longer had any human shape at all, and one glance at it would make people think it was a monster.
The beard turned into tentacles, the body was covered with sticky and disgusting dark green mucus, and the mouth was full of sharp teeth. The image of all kinds of weird organs piled together was chilling.
Those tentacle-like whiskers seemed to have a consciousness of their own, floating in the air, as if trying to pull their companions to their side and transform them into the same monster.
This is the headquarters of the Cthulhu Cult.
The Desperate Black Reef located in the state of Galilee, England!