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

Harris said, “One of the founders, Old Man Hook, you know, your ranch was founded by him. I found his identity file in a death list at a children’s welfare home, the record mistakenly listed him as a victim of typhoid fever—in fact, they wouldn’t have created that file if the ghost employee scandal hadn’t been exposed.”

"Orphans, protagonist at the start, I get it," I said.

“Antonio, who died in a supernatural event, was the head of an illegal organization that had instigated violent conflicts between immigrants and local residents, eventually leading to his imprisonment. While reviewing the case, I discovered that he was involved in a secret ritual, but the more detailed files were destroyed in the fire.”

"That's basically saying nothing at all... Priest, why don't you find out for sure! SpongeBob or Patrick?"

"Don't interrupt, the strange thing is yet to come. Gots' father, Doranco..."

I decisively interrupted him, "Stop talking, it's just the Deep One bloodline, I've even fought with them, it's not a secret."

Harris's feigned mysterious expression froze instantly, and he said awkwardly, "...I forgot that you're also a monster that can't be measured by common sense...Ordinary people would be terrified by something like this..."

I grabbed a stool with sunflower seeds, patted the sofa in protest, and said, "Next! Next! If you don't tell me, I'm getting a refund!"

Harris continued with a dark expression, "And then there's old Yorkson Providence, who doesn't even exist... He claimed to be an exile from the North, but with Father Carter's help, I checked all the religious cases from that period and couldn't find him."

"He's an old conman, just don't believe what he says," I said matter-of-factly.

Harris gave me a suspicious look, then asked, "Do you know what offense the Vatican would sentence someone to exile for?"

Before I could answer, Harris continued, "It's blasphemy! After the Papacy lost the Battle of Wolfgang 100 years ago and was forced to relinquish its inquisition, this charge only applied to high-ranking clergy..."

I suddenly realized, "I see! It seems the tradition of unreliable priests isn't unique to Carter..."

"...Your understanding makes a lot of sense."

"Don't interrupt, we still need two more people!"

“One is from the Navigators’ Alliance. You can ask Zack about it. These outlaws have never been under the Federation’s control. As for my old man, he’s just a deserter who was arrested and got involved in this by accident. He’s a nobody and not worth mentioning.”

“Your words hurt me deeply…” I said with a sigh.

Harris slammed his hand on the table and glared at him angrily: "Don't keep saying that!"

"Father knows... Oh, no, I know."

"In short, what I've found out has been making me a little uneasy, but right now I need to deal with the dead in the mine first. Knowing this will also serve as a warning if you encounter other problems."

Ever since I learned the true identity of Namo Gatling Bodhisattva in the Edge World, I wouldn't be surprised if you told me that Sebala is Master Roshi...

Ok?

Oh no, it seems like I still have Sebala locked up in the police station!

Chapter 554 made the same mistake again.

The police station looked eerie after dark, with an exceptionally somber atmosphere.

Although the police station's two-story building is separated from Thomas's house by only one wall, their architectural styles are quite different.

Thomas's cabin represents a new style of lightweight architecture, using industrial materials imported from the federal government. It's easy and effortless to assemble into a large house that can withstand wind and rain. Once the spacious house is complete, it can be easily partitioned into the rooms you need.

Thanks to Goetz's full support, Thomas moved into a housing unit that was even more luxurious than those provided by the federal government. From a distance, he looked like a vibrant young man, slender yet agile, brimming with youthful energy.

But the police station next door was a completely different story. Its weathered exterior walls, covered in moss, had taken on a heavy, ancient colonial style that had become strangely old over time. Combined with the view from the second-floor windows in the night, it resembled a Cyclops crouching on the ground, aged and silent, gazing down at this unchanged town.

I have reservations about what Harris said—especially his comments about his father.

As the first sheriff of the town, Harris's father, Browning, may not have been competent in the job, but no one could question his deep affection for the town. Even though he died in terror, he was the only survivor of the Mineral Town massacre.

From the moment he sent his son to the small town, he was determined to fight to the death with the indescribable being for all eternity.

And Harris's claim of being a nobody... who would believe that!

He might be considered a minor figure elsewhere, but Harris's status as someone who can act with impunity in the Deep Space Fleet makes me wonder what secrets his family holds.

Given that the entire Federation is General Morden's mortal enemy, what right does this long-faced monster have to call him "old man"?

But since he won't say, it means he wants to keep his secret, so I don't need to pry. If I end up on another planet again, I'm counting on him to come rescue me in his spaceship.

Dart's maxims are always so useful.

Every time I pass by the old police station, it reminds me of the mysterious events that happened in Mineral Town, and it makes me more worried about the town. The anomalies in the mine, the invisible creatures in the lake, and the dangers lurking in the deep sea all seem to form a strange chain around Mount Mads, and once I get involved, I'm likely to get entangled in other unknown things.

"Old Sebala, come out here! Don't even think about mooching food and drinks and spending the night at my place!"

I pushed open the unlocked door of the police station and shouted into the dark room.

I originally intended to give him a light punishment and then release him, but I got so engrossed in wandering around that I lost track of time and let the old man stay in this haunted place for so long. To be honest, I'm a little embarrassed, so I'm shouting louder so he won't hear my guilty conscience.

But no one responded at the police station; it was as quiet as an empty ruin.

...Oh no, could something really have happened here? Is Sebala trapped here alone, possibly trapped in some kind of nightmare like I was?

I quickened my pace and crossed the police station lobby to push open the door to the detention cell, while continuing to shout his name louder, fearing that something might have happened to him.

To be honest, given how tough he is, I don't think he'll have any life-threatening problems, but I'm worried he might try to extort money from me!

When I pushed open the heavy iron door of the detention cell, I found that the narrow window of the small room cast a clear moonlight, which fell on the empty ground. The silvery glow carried endless worries and melancholy.

Wrapped tightly in a blanket, Sebala leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the moonlight. The light reflected off his bald head, and his eyes revealed endless memories. Gone was his former frivolous and alcoholic self; for the first time, he gave the impression of being mature and composed.

"Why aren't you saying anything? I'm telling you, you can remain silent, but everything you say can be used against you in a court of law, you know that?"

I think Sebala is throwing a tantrum because he's been locked up for too long, but I can't let him take the opportunity to act cute, so I still spoke in a rather stern tone.

Unfortunately, Sebala wasn't buying it. He glanced at me briefly, then looked away, saying in a low voice, "Marcus, you've finally come..."

Just like when I saw Commissioner Gordon causing trouble with Batman, Gordon's heart skipped a beat. "What...what happened?!"

"It doesn't matter anymore, it's all too late..."

Sebala spoke as if in a dream, his gaze languidly fixed on the ground, his silver-white beard disheveled, his tone incredibly heavy, "All these years... I really never imagined... that this day would come..."

Hearing him say that made me even more panicked. I quickly untied the ropes binding him. "What's going on? Old Sebala, explain yourself! Are you alright?"

My reaching out to untie the rope didn't free him; instead, it startled his frail body, causing him to recoil. He didn't try to stand up, only muttering to himself, "It's all too late... I never imagined it would come to this..."

Wait a minute! Let me think!

If someone in the novel says this...

In a Jin Yong novel, it's likely that someone would be bringing a child to settle scores with Duan Zhengchun, the "female Arhat," but the protagonist, wearing a hat and carrying a speaker, would insist on thinking about bloodshed and violence and be about to kill him with a single blow.

In Gu Long's novels, such cryptic words are only spoken when someone's long-hidden secret is exposed and they are about to be killed in revenge, thus providing clues for the protagonist who appears to be a great hero but is actually a famous detective.

In short, saying such things rarely ends well.

Sebala... could it be that he senses something bad is about to happen to him?

"Old man, calm down! Tell us what happened, and we'll help you solve it! Is it the mistakes you made back then that have come back to haunt you, or enemies you made back then? Or did you see something terrifying? Tell us!"

I said to him in frustration, "This kind of riddle-solving isn't fun at all. It's probably just a waste of time! If you're going to die, just tell me who the killer is!"

Old Sebala glanced at me, patted his knee, sighed wistfully, and suddenly asked me, "Marcus, do you think... if a person makes a mistake, can it be made up for?"

I answered confidently, "Of course! No matter how big the mistake, as long as you learn my invincible wind, fire, and earth kneeling technique for aerial triple somersaults, you can be forgiven!"

Sebala asked hesitantly, "Really...? What if it's a mistake made many years ago, and now we're repeating it again and again..."

I quickly interrupted him: "That's okay, I have another trick up my sleeve: seppuku. I cut open other people's stomachs, and if they don't forgive me, I'll take out their kidneys... Hey! What are you hiding? Quickly pull back the blanket so I can see. You haven't already been stabbed, have you? That's why you don't want me to see!"

Thinking of this, I noticed his pale old face and slightly trembling body. My heart tightened, and I reached out to pull back his blanket to see where the wound was!

At this point, that hardcore Dortmund guy should still be doing experiments. Sending him there sooner will keep him alive!

Old Sebala suddenly roared, "Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! I...I'll lift it myself..."

My outstretched hand froze in mid-air as I watched Sebala's wrinkled hand tremble as it moved shakily across the cup, slowly lifting the blanket wrapped around him...

In this situation, under the pale moonlight, I didn't dare to breathe, watching his movements with trepidation, afraid that if he lifted the blanket, his internal organs would be emptied out, just like Xianglin's child, Amao.

The clothes... weren't torn...

Knife... I didn't see it...

Bleeding... but I didn't notice...

As Sebala slowly lifted the blanket, he was still wearing the blacksmith's forging clothes, but I saw no trace of bleeding, no suspicious scabs, and no damage to his clothes.

I asked anxiously, "Old Sebala, where are you injured? Were you hit by the Heart-Shattering Palm or the Seven Injury Fist? How come there's no wound at all? Could it be... that you were forced to practice the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique..."

My gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, and then I froze, cautiously speaking.

"Hmm...is the room too dark...I feel like the color of your pants is a bit off..."

Hearing what I said, even Sebala felt a little awkward, and she squeezed her legs together as she spoke.

"You've locked me up here for so long, and I went home drunk all night... You know what I mean, right? You get the picture, right?"

I carefully chose my words and said, "Hmm, I think I understand. You mean you've had too much to drink and want to... cause trouble?"

Seeing my cold gaze, Sebala quickly waved his hands and said with a mournful face, "Old man, I've tried my best... but that shout you gave me at the door just now... scared me to death..."

I gasped...

No! I immediately held my breath, took three steps back, covered my mouth and nose, and said, "Damn it! You can't pollute my place like that!"

Sebala roared, tears streaming down his face, "I didn't want to either! I'm so old, and I still can't control my bladder like a three-year-old. I can't accept this!"

You bastard!

This old man actually dared to urinate in the police station!

He could probably brag about this for the rest of his life!

"You stay put and don't move! I'm going to find something to clean up!"

I quickly shouted those words to stop Sebala, telling him not to keep moving around and create even more pollution.

After learning the truth, I felt that even the moonlight reflected on the ground was rippling like water, and I could faintly smell a strange odor in the air, which made me shudder.

After rushing out of the police station, I didn't dare go to Harris to borrow a mop. If he knew how badly I had ruined the police station he and his father had left behind, I'd probably be facing a space-based attack any second now.

So the closest one to here...

"Ellie, are you home?"

I knocked cautiously on the door, calling out to her in as faint but clear a voice as possible, hoping that this angelic girl in white would appear in time and offer some help to this poor soul facing such a predicament.

Another reason is that she lives with her elderly grandmother and young brother, and she felt bad about disturbing their rest so late at night.

But as soon as I knocked twice, Ellie's door quietly opened, a familiar fragrance wafted out, and then a hand reached out and pulled me into the house.

When I came to my senses, I was completely bewildered. I found myself standing inside the house, where the warm light from the house's lamps illuminated the small but cozy little house.