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

Tsk, so what if it's first-person? First-person narratives can also produce masterpieces! Just the title alone shows its long history—that's right, the book was later republished as "Robinson Crusoe."

I was learning wilderness survival skills, and when I finished reading the third chapter of the book and saw the protagonist stranded on a desert island, I suddenly noticed that the mountain of books was shaking, and a slender arm suddenly stretched out from it.

"Is...is anyone there...please give me another cup...of black tea..."

Chapter 551 It turns out he's a Stand user.

His hand suddenly shot out from the pile of books with swift, decisive movements, like a polar evil spirit rising from its coffin, or a muscular man sinking himself into molten steel.

The funny thing is, this person was holding a bone china teacup with their little finger on their slender hand, which was trembling and swaying in the air.

"Is anyone there...? Could you please bring me a cup of black tea?"

Oh my god!

A zombie has been reborn and is seeking revenge... no, wait, it's asking for black tea!

Um... you want some black tea?

So it doesn't seem so scary?

No, saving lives is the priority!

I pushed aside the postmodern "mountain of books" artwork on the floor and found a girl lying face down on the floor, spread-eagled. Due to being buried under so many books and her own faint presence, she blended perfectly into the environment of the library, making me completely unaware that there was someone lying there...

"Mary! What are you doing, Mary!"

I quickly helped Mary up, who had been trapped underneath for who knows how long. I found that the girl was pale, had difficulty breathing, and her eyes were swollen like mosquito coils.

What's amazing is that she maintained her posture of lying on her back, and at the same time, contrary to common sense, she stretched out her hand backward and resolutely raised the teacup in her hand!

"Are you alright? Are you broken any bones? I'll get you out right away!"

“When I was little… I learned Jiu-Jitsu…” Mary, barely breathing, explained.

"Just how much do you want to drink black tea?! Is this some kind of lifelong request?!"

Mary explained in a weak voice, "Because... this action increases my presence..."

Tsk, you must have had a lot of trouble...

After rescuing Mary from the pile of books, I first laid her flat on the sofa—our kindergarten teacher taught us to put things away properly when we're not using them anymore.

Then, at her request, I actually went to boil water, just to add a cup of black tea to her cup in time.

Fortunately, there was hot water on hand. I poured out the cold tea from the original teapot, changed the tea leaves, brewed a fresh batch, and served her the drink she wanted.

When I turned around, I saw that Mary had sat up on her own after a while, picked up her bone china teacup and took a small sip of hot tea. Then I saw her pale face visibly regain its color, and her breathing became even.

...Was that cup black tea or gasoline? Why did it work so quickly?

Someone who was buried under a mountain of books for half a day could recover so quickly... Could Mary actually be a liquid metal T-1000?!

"actually……"

Mary's light and clear voice suddenly rang out, attracting my attention, "I learned contortion when I was a child, so it's okay to be pressed down by books like this."

I sat down in the chair next to her. "Ah... well, let me ask you a question. I'm just asking if I don't understand. I'm not biased, I'm just a neutral observer... Do you often hear mysterious voices telling you to assassinate someone named John Connor?"

Mary straightened her wrinkled skirt and put down her teacup: "I've never heard of such a thing."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good... But if you ever run into a burly man wearing sunglasses and carrying a shotgun, remember to run fast."

Mary didn't react, but a strange light flashed in her glasses.

"I feel like something's off, but I don't know why I have this feeling..."

Mary glanced at me suspiciously, then noticed the brown paper-covered book on my desk. So she picked up "Robinson Crusoe," flipped to where I was looking, browsed for a while, and then suddenly asked a question.

Is this book...interesting?

I instinctively replied, "Very special... What kind of question is that? Are you some kind of Galactic Information Integration Thought Entity? By the way, haven't you read the book you brought with you?"

“You’ve already put in the effort to buy a book, so why bother reading it?” Mary said with a smile.

"Apologize to the authors right now!"

Mary waved her hand. "This book has a very strange origin. I've never heard of either the publisher or the author, so I spent a lot of effort looking into it."

"How to say?"

“Through the publication number on the cover, I only found a private printing house that had long since gone out of business, and the publication information was completely inconsistent with the book’s title. I originally thought it was a poorly self-published imitation of early adventure literature, so I never opened it.”

I said, puzzled, "This is just a regular Robinson Crusoe story, isn't it..."

Mary shook her head. "Oh? Professor Warren Rice gave me this book, saying it would be very useful when I came to this overseas island, and could come in handy at a crucial moment."

Child, the professor's behavior is practically a curse upon you!

Robinson Crusoe was destined to encounter shipwrecks as soon as he set sail. Who would send Robinson Crusoe's tale of adversity to someone at sea? What's the difference between that and sending you a Titanic model?

It'll come in handy? For what purpose? As a guide when we're stranded on a desert island, raising goats and growing rice?

Considering Mr. Baqir's previous remarks about him, the two must be very incompatible.

"It's a good thing you haven't seen it, otherwise you would definitely have sensed a subtle malice."

I took the book from her hand, closed it tightly, and placed it behind me.

"By the way, how did you manage to bury yourself so cleverly?" I asked.

The Akarin girl tilted her head and pondered for a moment. "I originally intended to lean the remaining books against the wall to build a stack. But I was so hungry that I accidentally knocked it over and got trapped by the books."

Why make something so dangerous sound so understated?

Mary, perhaps sensing my hesitation, adjusted her glasses confidently and said, "No problem. I've often gotten crushed by books before, and the library staff always rescued me. So I was just hallucinating, mistaking you for Mrs. Juvia, Marcus..."

I couldn't help but retort, "That's more like you're suffocating and lacking oxygen!"

Mary looked incredulous: "Oh...is that so? No wonder I saw my late grandmother with a teapot, asking if I wanted a cup..."

No, no, no! That's no longer a hallucination; it's a near-death experience!

You really know how to surprise me, girl. If I hadn't shown up, this sheriff would have become the sole suspect in the locked-room murder case on the second floor of the police station!

A person pushed over a book in a locked room and crushed themselves to death, and I was the only one who escorted Sebala to the police station. I don't think anyone except the Japanese police would believe it was suicide, right?

To make matters worse, the truth behind this case was actually suicide!

Suddenly, a loud gurgling sound rang out. At first, it sounded like an air raid siren, but the source was Mary's stomach.

I'm hungry.

Mary said matter-of-factly.

I covered my face helplessly and asked, "How long have you been here?"

The Akali girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then looked at the sky outside. "A day and a night."

I was shocked to hear this. "You've been here for twenty-four hours straight, without leaving or eating anything?!"

Mary shook her head: "I went home once, and Dad brought me dinner yesterday evening. By the way, would you like to come over for dinner? I hope Mom will remember to cook for me..."

"Haha, you must be overwhelmed by books. It's only noon, you should go back for lunch," I laughed.

Mary first pointed to the sky outside, and then said, "But it's already evening."

"Impossible, I just arrived after lunch. How could the sun be setting so soon in such a short time..."

I turned my head with unwavering conviction and looked at the marble arched window on the second floor of the library. Through the clear glass, I could see the sun already resting against Mount Maders, emitting a warm yellow light that tinged the sky with rosy hues, and it was about to disappear into the sky...

Mom, help!

My life has been stolen!

There must be a time-consuming monster in this house!

I was just reading for a little while, how did it jump from noon to dusk, and it's almost dark?!

…………

As the sun set, the aroma of food wafted from Mr. Baqir's house. Mr. Baqir and I sat on the sofa, chatting idly, but our attention was unconsciously drawn to the food. However, neither of us dared to approach.

After I took Mary home, I knocked on the door and saw Mr. Basil with a strange expression. He gestured for us to be quiet and sneak in.

Then the housewife, Mr. Basil's wife, cooked while scolding her daughter. The resentment emanating from her was almost tangible, swaying behind her like Medusa's snakes, becoming more visible over time, giving the impression that it might transform into something terrible and descend into the room at any moment.

...So powerful! Is this the strength of a Stand user?!

Mary, whose expression usually changes very little, was sitting at the dining table with a book in her hand, seemingly oblivious to what was happening around her. But from my perspective, the girl from Akarin was actually enduring immense mental torment and was far from being as calm as she appeared. She had put on a mask of pain.

"Mary, how come you still can't take care of yourself?"

Mrs. Anna chopped the pumpkin quickly, and after a long pause, she finally spoke. The girl from Akalin visibly trembled, and slid down the chair a couple of feet, covering her face with a thick book.

...You're holding the book upside down! Just how scared are you of your mother?!

But Mrs. Anna was completely unaware. In the blink of an eye, she poured the peeled and seeded pumpkin into the pot, added a spoonful of celery, onion, and potato, and stir-fried it with olive oil.

"It's been like this since I was little, why can't you ever give me a break... There are no professional hospitals on this island, what would happen if something happened..."

The overwhelming resentment erupted once again, and I felt as if the scenery before me had changed, as if it had been filtered through a dark purple lens.

His anger caused the wind and clouds to change color! It was terrifying beyond belief!

My scalp started to tingle and I broke out in a cold sweat, but I also felt a little embarrassed, so I stole a glance at Mr. Basil.

Fortunately, Mr. Baqir, who was sitting in front of me, was also a veteran of many battles and was still able to maintain a smile. He quietly talked to me about the recent news, and the topic shifted from "the peculiarities of the Mados Mountain Moon Tears" to "the plan to land on the sun after dark," and it was increasingly trending towards "how the battle on Reach is going"...

Don't run away from reality, Mr. Basil! Wake up!

The eerie silence and occasional complaints continued. Apart from Mrs. Anna's voice, the only other sounds in the room were our cautious breathing. I tried several times to speak up and ease the tension, but I couldn't find a way to break the silence.

As the pumpkin and bacon were finished frying, cream, flour, and water were added to the pot. Mrs. Anna quickly stirred the mixture evenly, and a bowl of brightly colored creamy pumpkin soup gradually took shape in her hands.

“Mary, I’m not trying to be mean, but your father just loiters around in the mountains all day and doesn’t help with anything. Tell me, why am I even supporting your education at school?”

As she spoke, she suddenly changed the subject, "I just hope you don't pick up your father's bad habits, not that you become a useless person who stays at home... By the way, Basil, what's the plan for moving back at the end of this month?"

At just one sentence, Mr. Baqir, who was drinking water, had a drastic change in expression. He spat out a mouthful of water and almost crushed the water glass in his hand.

"Ahem... Anna... My research project is at a critical stage and it's not suitable to interrupt it... I might... I might have to stay here for a while longer..."

Mary understood the shift in focus and immediately broke free from her trembling, book-hugging, defensive posture. In the blink of an eye, she appeared beside me from the dining table, shrinking into myself and trying to conceal her presence with my body.

Mrs. Anna was still cooking and didn't turn around, but a visible figure appeared behind her, waving wildly and resentfully as it looked down at the whole place.