There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

I sat down on the bar stool with a sigh, my hands outstretched in front of me. "I'm the acting sheriff of this town now, the one who's always on the front lines when something's needed. So it's only natural that I was chosen... By the way, boss, how did you know we were going up the mountain alone?"

Boss Dart said with a stern face, "Because that's what everyone who's come here to say these past two days."

Chapter 550 How to Choose a Good Book Title

Looking out from the second-floor window of the inn, you can see Mr. Basil's house and Karen's general store. Without the gloomy filter of its past, the scenery of Mineral Town is once again bathed in peace.

The water in the bathroom of Boss Dart's inn was a bit cold, and the shampoo made me a little itchy, but I wisely shut my mouth and obediently finished my shower before I started to speak rudely.

And while it's okay to think about things like an itchy scalp and water that's too cold, it's a bit embarrassing to say it out loud.

"Marcus, I washed and ironed your clothes, I've put them on the bedside table~"

Lin's cheerful voice came from outside. It seemed that no amount of dirty or tiring work could spoil her good mood. In such a short time, she had restored my dirty clothes to their clean state.

"Wow, thank you so much, Lin! You're really a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to housework!"

I temporarily turned off the shower in the bathroom, loudly expressed my gratitude to those outside, quickly washed the foam off my head, and then announced the good news to the residents that the pest infestation had been resolved.

Lin seemed to walk around the room once, then approached the door and complained softly, "Be careful next time, okay? Did you fall into the ditch in Mads Mountain? How come you're covered in sewage and mud?"

I said apologetically through the door, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll be more careful next time."

Lin didn't pursue the matter further. She chatted with me briefly about how to arrange things in the ranch house, then skipped and hopped downstairs.

Huh? How did Lin know I left a bunch of random things in the house?

Could it be that Lin was cleaning the house for me while I was missing?

Oh no, I'm in a huge debt of gratitude. I don't know if she'd rather I repay her with my body or be her slave in my next life.

A while later, anxious footsteps rushed out of the room, followed by a series of thumping footsteps going downstairs, then the clanging sound of footsteps going upstairs, and then a young voice suddenly rang out.

"Marcus! I'm sorry, I overslept! We were supposed to gather supplies and head up the mountain this morning, I'll go get ready right now!"

Cliff pushed the door open and probably bowed and apologized to me in a flustered manner, but this idiot must have forgotten that I couldn't see anything from inside.

The bathroom door opened a crack, and I stuck a hand out from inside. "Stop talking nonsense and give me the clothes by the bed."

"Okay... okay!"

After changing my clothes and wiping my face, I walked out feeling refreshed, but when I saw Cliff's outfit, I almost laughed out of anger.

"What are you planning to collect in your pajamas?"

Cliff said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Sheriff, I was actually preparing supplies last night, but something unexpected happened..."

I sat down in a chair in the room, resting my hand on my chin. "What happened?"

Cliff said pitifully, "Last night I went to the tavern and found old Sebala, hoping he could help me make those tools you mentioned. He said he'd only agree if I could beat him in a drinking contest, so I..."

My Fuxi, how come this old man is always involved in trouble wherever he goes?

“Sebala is a troublemaker in Mineral Town. If he gets involved, it’s either death or serious injury. Make sure to stay away from him when you’re doing serious business!” I warned seriously.

Cliff nodded seriously, then cautiously asked me, "Sheriff... isn't your analogy a bit inappropriate? If Sebala is a troublemaker, then everyone in town..."

I flew into a rage: "You son of a bitch, you talk too much!"

Cliff quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake. Seeing that I didn't make any further moves, he continued, "Sheriff, I'll go collect the supplies now. Wait for me a moment, I promise I'll finish before dark..."

"At this point, you still want to finish Kiel... Do you still want to go and have a drinking contest with Sebala?"

Young Cliff said earnestly, "No, actually I beat Sebala at drinking yesterday!"

"...Then how did you get so drunk?"

Cliff said sheepishly, "After losing to me, old Sebala challenged me to a duel. He hit me on the head with a stick and knocked me out..."

To be honest, Sebal's behavior was despicable. As an old drunkard who couldn't outdrink his opponent, he resorted to the glorious tradition of drunkards to fight and knock this simple young man down.

Cliff, who could win a drinking contest against Sebala in a fair and square manner, is a true example of human nature.

Old Sebala, who resorted to physical force to defeat Cliff when he couldn't outdrink him, is a piece of trash.

As the police chief of Mineral Town, shouldn't I step in to uphold justice and arrest him and detain him for two days?

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"Let me out! Marcus, let me out!"

He was tightly wrapped in a quilt and tied up securely with hemp rope. I easily subdued him and threw him into the police station's detention room.

"Let you go? If you don't submit to the law, what will become of the reputation of the law in this small town?"

"I haven't broken the law! You must be mistaken! I'm just an ordinary old man!"

"Hmph, you're the only one who thinks it's a misunderstanding, aren't you? The crimes you committed last night have already been reported to me by righteous individuals. Even your own family members are unwilling to protect you. Stop making excuses!"

When he heard that I was there to arrest Sebala, who had committed a crime, his grandson, Gray, who wished to remain anonymous, acted with great righteousness, opening his door and providing ropes to help me bring the criminal to justice from his bedroom.

If Sebala usually just drinks and acts crazy when he's drunk, that's one thing; his righteous partners like Boss Dart will naturally step in to punish him. But this time, he actually went too far by attacking Cliff in a betting contest…

You all be the judges, how can gambling be allowed!

They must be arrested!

"Those who act justly will find many supporters, while those who act unjustly will find few! Sebala, this officer hereby declares that you committed an unavoidable crime last night at Boss Dart's tavern. You are hereby detained at the police station from this moment on, and will only be released when the chickens outside have eaten all the rice and the dogs have eaten all the noodles, and Qin Que has updated Dark Sword 22!"

I issued a declaration of justice, teaching this disrespectful old man a lesson.

Upon hearing this, Sebala, bound in the quilt, began to writhe like an inchworm, letting out a bloodcurdling scream: "No! I have diabetes, high blood pressure, heart disease, chronic gastritis, bronchitis, Alzheimer's, depression, and anxiety! I beg for medical parole! Medical parole, please!"

"...Medical parole?"

My eyes darted around, and after hesitating for a moment, I nodded. "What you said seems to make sense..."

"That's right! Let me out!"

Sebala shouted with great joy.

I wagged my finger: "Direct release definitely won't work. I'd better go and invite Dr. Dort over to treat you and provide 24-hour real-time care."

Sebala was stunned, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word.

I said considerately, "I heard that Dr. Dort has developed quite a few new drugs these past few days, but he's short of test subjects. I'll have him bring them over to help treat your stubborn ailments! Who knows, by the time you're out of detention, all your old problems might be cured!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sebala, who had been restless just moments before, suddenly started rolling on the ground, tumbling sideways into the detention cell, where he faced the wall without uttering a sound.

I asked curiously, "Old Sebala, why aren't you saying anything?"

Sebala's voice was full of energy: "No need to call a doctor, officer. I feel perfectly fine and healthy... I'll just sleep here. Just remember to wake me up when it's time..."

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It took me a little time to deal with the drunkard, but overall it went smoothly. The reopening of the long-abandoned Mineral Town police station is truly a cause for celebration.

I thought with a touch of melancholy that the last time this detention cell opened, I was the one who was arrested...

To increase the utilization rate of the prison cells, I feel I could easily fill this place up and frequently arrest people to live here, thus alleviating the housing pressure in the town!

If you just lock up all the town's shady businessmen, drunkards, illegal human experimenters, charlatans, fugitive gay men, and federal fugitives in turn, this police station will become a tourist destination full of talented and charming people, making them fall in love with the place.

...So, after this survey, it turns out there are so many suspicious people lurking in this bright and clear town. Is this really not a problem? As the sheriff, don't I bear an unshirkable responsibility?

After careful consideration, for the sake of the town's youth, I still cannot do that.

These people are too toxic. It may seem simple to turn them into their exclusive vacation area, but if an ordinary prisoner is arrested for stealing a mobile phone and put in jail for a few days, he will probably be able to cheat and swindle everything after he gets out.

I don’t want to be the first director of Arkham Asylum.

"The task of improving public order in the mining town is still arduous and has a long way to go..."

I sighed, took out my key, locked the door to the detention cell, and was about to leave when I suddenly remembered the new neighbor who had moved in upstairs.

Mr. Basil's daughter, Mary, brought a huge pile of books and was going to turn the second floor into the town library.

A day has passed, I wonder what's going on upstairs now? I might as well go up and take a look.

The beechwood staircase is sturdy and durable, with exquisite craftsmanship. Despite the passage of time and lack of maintenance, only minor paint peeling has appeared. With each step, I easily ascended to the second floor, arriving at the upper level of the duplex.

To my surprise, the second floor, which was chaotic and littered with books yesterday, has been completely transformed.

The books, neatly categorized and arranged, were placed on two large bookshelves, completely filling one empty wall. Other areas of the house were also filled with different types of books, utilizing stacked and combined designs.

Books are placed everywhere – on green plants, handrails, staircase corners, and terrace edges. Although they are scattered all over the place, they are cleverly arranged to create a sense of order and visual appeal, showcasing a high level of artistic skill.

What's even more interesting is that the floor in the center of the room is covered with books, forming a dense mountain of books, as conspicuous as a pile of books that has collapsed on the ground.

This scene looks like a child's prank of knocking over a bookshelf, but Mr. Baqir is a genuine university professor, and Mary is a true literature student. How could they possibly play such a mischievous trick? So there must be a deeper meaning behind this design.

As a self-taught art connoisseur, I can easily solve such riddles—by the way, riddle tellers, get out of Gotham!

A single, scattered book is nothing, just like individual planets in the universe, such as the sun, moon, and earth, and billions of stars. But together, they form the mysterious and boundless universe we live in.

This scene of repeated transformation represents the interconnectedness of the vast knowledge in books, using special symbols to represent the mysteries of the universe, entering a state of sublimation through repetitive patterns.

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

At this moment, the bright sunlight streamed through the window and shone on the desk by the window, where a potted plant, meticulously cared for and lush, sat—clearly Mr. Baqir's favorite.

The warm sunlight illuminated the entire space, bringing a sense of comfort to the heart. On this scorching afternoon, I felt a rare sense of laziness and ease, wanting only to pick up a book, brew a cup of black tea, and comfortably while away the whole day in this delightful library, before leisurely heading home after the sun had set.

I found a place to sit down, leaned against the wall, and faced the blue sky and white clouds, ready to kill some time during a boring afternoon.

I casually picked up a stack of books next to me, and when I saw the titles, I just blurted them out.

"If you don't come, how dare I grow old? If you never came, how can I grow old? If I'm not brave, who will be strong for me? If you're not brave, who will be strong for you? If you never leave me, I will be with you through life and death... Goodness, the changes in pronouns are too fast! What exactly do you want? Did you learn how to name this series of books from Guo Degang?"

This stack of books was placed prominently closest to the desk, undoubtedly books that Mary frequently read, making me wonder about her taste.

After carefully putting the set of books, which appeared to be a Guo Degang crosstalk series, back in its original place, I took another stack of books from the side.

"May you be treated gently by this world," "I only wish you were treated gently by this world," "Don't rush, the years will give you what you want," "Don't rush, the years will give you what you want"...

Holy crap, I thought there was something wrong with my eyes, because the book titles kept appearing to be the same!

What's wrong with publishers these days? Are they publishing works by Uchiha Publishing House? How come they're so frantically copying themselves?

Out of curiosity, I opened the book and read for a while. But after reading just the first chapter, I felt like my NetEase Cloud Music depression had started early. My mind was filled with images of a serene 45-degree angle and a beautifully melancholic Ferris wheel of youth...

I quickly put the book down, returned the series to its original place, and even sealed it with the green plant on the table. I was a little...

Are there no books with ordinary titles and simple content that can help me pass the time?!

I searched again, not believing it, and found that most of them were similar books. Finally, in the corner, I found an old book with a kraft paper cover - "The incredible life of Robinson Crusoe, a York-born sailor. He was the only survivor of a shipwreck, and he struggled to survive on an island at the mouth of the Oronok River. He lived alone for twenty-eight years before being rescued by a pirate ship. The whole book is narrated in the first person."