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

On the other side of the sofa, Stuart let out a weak, painful groan. The wounds on his body from the storm were bruised, and there was hardly a good piece of flesh on his back. It really took a lot of willpower for him to have lasted this long.

I wanted to go over and check on Stuart's condition, and my footsteps just stepped over the waterlogged carpet in the living room when I suddenly noticed some unusual noises.

I turned back and walked over again, finally confirming that under the carpet, a corner of the wooden floorboard was warped and causing the strange noise.

In my memory, some survivalists build a hidden safe house within their homes. If an intruder breaks in, they immediately hide inside, waiting until the intruder is off guard before rushing out and returning home. Is Kay perhaps...?

I suddenly lifted the carpet and kicked open the wooden floor that was warped from being soaked in water, and sure enough, I found a dark, gaping space!

But before I could retract my foot, I sensed a flash of silver light that was aimed straight at my outstretched thigh!

In the blink of an eye, I took a deep breath and channeled my twelvefold inner strength...

Ok.

I didn't even realize it at first.

The colonist system's comical arpeggio sounded first.

"System notification: The colonists' lives have been threatened. Counterattack mode has been automatically activated."

Instead of retreating, his left foot, which had failed to retract, advanced fiercely towards the silver light, kicking away the attacker's weapon and the attacker himself. His hands then swiftly reached out, and in the standard posture of Goro Daimon, he instantly lifted the unidentified person and slammed him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw!

Stuart was awakened by the loud noise. He sat up abruptly from his deathbed, and before he even opened his eyes, he heard the attacker's cries and instinctively shouted.

"Elliot's voice! What's wrong with you, Elliot! What's wrong with you!!!"

...Holy crap, Elliott?!

I quickly switched out of counterattack mode and, sure enough, found the unconscious woman lying on the ground—it was the reporter who had been missing all night.

However, compared to the daytime, Miss Elliott's hair was now disheveled, her clothes were tattered, and large areas of her skin were exposed to the air. She had fainted immediately after being thrown to the ground and was in a state of being violated by a rogue. All that was missing was a lay Buddhist who would take responsibility for the incident.

Hey! I only kicked him once, why am I fast-forwarding to a story about superhuman strength?!

Although a gangster once said that a person's life should be spent like this: half harassing women, half spending time in jail, I don't need to put this blame on myself—at most, I'll be convicted of being a laborer, right?

At this point... the only option is to frame Kai!

I changed my intended attack into a gesture of helping him up, shaking Elliot, whom I had personally knocked unconscious, and calling out in anguish.

"...I never imagined Kai was this kind of person! I will definitely avenge you! Elliot, can you hear me! You can't die, Kong Ci...Pah, pah, pah, you can't die, Elliot!"

But I didn't expect that if I hadn't shaken him, nothing would have happened, but this shaking actually woke Elliott up.

Faced with my frozen expression, she showed no reaction, only mechanically groping the ground as if searching for the sailor's knife I had kicked away, muttering in a panicked, dreamlike voice, "No...no...don't make a sound..."

...Big sister, haven't you noticed yet? You're the loudest person in the whole room.

Taking advantage of her apparent lucidity, I quickly asked, "Why? Where did Kai go again?"

Before I could even process what she meant by "Kay," her face changed drastically, turning deathly pale. She cried out, "Kay...yes...quick, save Kay..."

"There's a monster here!!!"

Chapter 604 The Strange Tales of Mineral Town Harbor (Part 7)

Upon hearing Elliott's shout, Gray and I exchanged a glance and immediately understood what was about to happen.

In these turbulent waters, we inevitably think of the deep-sea creatures we once faced head-on. If this is corroborated by experiences in parallel worlds, I have even more reason to believe that countless ugly deep-sea creatures lurk beneath the surface, ready to tear apart any lambs that dare to intrude upon the surface.

"Gray, go out and keep watch. I'll settle them in first!"

After a pointless shouting session, Elliott passed out again, so before going out, he had to hide the two wounded men. After all, as the murderer… cough cough, as the sheriff, my first priority is to ensure the safety of innocent civilians!

To live up to the federal police officer badge on my chest, I kicked Elliott back into the safe house under the floorboards.

Stuart, wrapped in a blanket, stared in disbelief. Just as he was about to berate me, I kicked him into the hole and then used the sofa to block the entrance, so that no matter how loud the cries and curses were, they couldn't escape!

This is a Russian-style crisis management method that I specifically studied! Who agrees? Who disagrees?

"All done. Gray, did you notice anything unusual?"

After doing all that, I rushed outside and went to the side of the ship, where I faced the unfathomable black sea with Gray.

After I came out, I finally saw the special material of Gray's combat suit. I thought to myself that although the armored combat suit was durable, I had no intention of taking it off and wearing it myself.

The strange tightness of this outfit, the inexplicable crisscross straps, and the completely unacceptable padded shoulders all remind me of Van ♂ Darkholme's classic locker room skin.

In short, this outfit offers little protection but is extremely humiliating. If you were to wrestle with the fish-headed monster that appears later while wearing it, I have a feeling it might unlock some unknown CG scenes...

"There seems to be movement on the water... Let me observe further..."

Gray spoke in a low voice, leaning out to cautiously glance at the sea again.

The silence continued, and I didn't disturb Gray any further, keeping my head down and remaining silent.

I am very clear about the combat capabilities of the Deep Divers. Even when fighting on land, they have many terrifying methods to torture and kill their prey.

If Kay were truly fighting on the enemy's underwater home turf, would his chances of survival be slim by now...?

The storm seemed to have subsided, the scattered rain completely dissolving into thick fog, and nothing could be seen beyond the oppressive walls of fog at the edge of the field of vision.

This bizarre scene descended suddenly, transforming the slightly churning seawater into thick, surging black mud, emitting a sheen that could barely be described as black. But in my eyes, this color, beyond human comprehension, had already begun to tinge with a scarlet, blood-like hue…

After a while, Gray got a little impatient and asked in a low voice, "Boss, have you found a problem?"

I frowned and asked Gray, "Do you also feel the waves are getting bigger?"

In the direction of my gaze, the ghostly raft we had come on was swaying precariously with the waves, struggling to maintain its existence. Each wave seemed to be draining its life away from it.

"Grey, I have a guess, I don't know if you're interested."

Gray leaned closer curiously and whispered, "I knew you'd find something!"

I warmed my icy nose with my wrinkled, water-soaked hands and whispered, "I'm just wondering why the ring isn't glowing... and it's not really a discovery. Plus, it reminds me of the legend Stuart told me, and I suspect that our safe arrival here is related to this raft..."

But before I could finish speaking, a string of very obvious bubbles suddenly rose from the bottom of the water, and the suspicious traces extended into the area shrouded in thick fog!

"They're finally out!"

Gray let out a low growl and immediately pounced on the source of the bubbles. His speed was as if it had been honed through countless trials, comparable to Pavlov's mad dog!

"Don't……"

I wanted to make a move too, but the lesson I learned from mistaking Elliott for a punching bag reminded me, so I suppressed my actions and rushed forward a step too late. I watched as Gray plunged into the thick fog and disappeared into the nearest bubble.

…………

"Boss, did I kill Kai...?"

Gray, with a long face, carried an unconscious person onto the ship, looking like Pavlov's stray dog.

I asked casually, "Is that Kai floating in the water?"

Gray nodded helplessly: "This...this isn't my fault! It's all his fault for showing up without telling me beforehand..."

Kay, who was dragged ashore, was shirtless and barefoot, with many scratches and bruises on his skin, and he was tightly gripping a crescent-shaped sailor's machete in one hand.

After getting ashore, the poor man left a pool of blood on the deck, clearly having been severely ripped open. Fortunately, his pupils hadn't dilated yet. After some simple bandaging—as for whether his intelligence was affected, that depended on how accurately Gray had hit him.

Good heavens, tonight's job search almost turned into a vicious murder.

Huh? Why did I say "again"?

Gray retorted somewhat self-deprecatingly, "It's really not my fault! It's his fault for not sending a signal!"

I said speechlessly, "But he has to get ashore first before he'll know we're here..."

"Then it's all his fault for not getting ashore first!"

"He was knocked out by you as soon as he got ashore!"

"Then it's his fault for not telling us beforehand!"

"He doesn't know we're on the shore!"

"Then blame him for not refusing to come ashore!"

"He was knocked out by you as soon as he got ashore!"

Dear Mr. Zhang, I'm not interested in nesting dolls; I just want to ask a question—if Pavlov's unleashed dog injures his lost dog, does that constitute a crime? Which law applies? And who should I seek compensation from?

Bearing the pressure of murder, Gray finally gave up escaping reality and jumped into the sea with a dark face, vowing to drag out a Deep One and beat it up to vent his stress.

But five minutes later, even more bubbles rose from the surface of the sea, densely packed like boiling water! The sheer number of them sent chills down my spine, because it meant that each of us was probably dealing with more deep-sea divers than the Uruguayans were dealing with Australian kangaroos!

…………

Gray rushed back to the boat at a speed many times faster than when he went into the water. His face, which had been flushed just moments before, was now ashen. He ran toward me, speechless and unable to utter a coherent sentence.

Holy crap, could there be some strange, deep-diving creature lurking underwater? Otherwise, how could it have scared the usually fearless Gray like this!

Seeing this, I knew something was wrong and quickly asked, "What's wrong, Gerfrid? Did you encounter an Armored Deep One or a Beast Deep One?!"

But Gray kept gesturing a streamlined body, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

I shouted encouraging Gray, "Stop shaking! Tell me! What did you see?!"

Gray's face turned even paler. He rushed over and covered my mouth, gritting his teeth as he whispered, "Shh! Don't speak! You'll attract the thing down there! It's moving!"

I pushed past his obstruction and pressed on relentlessly, "Then tell me quickly, what's down there!"

Gray answered very quickly, "There's a fish! A huge fish! A terrifying fish!"

I almost burst out laughing when I heard that.

"It's just a big fish. Even if it's a tiger shark, what's so scary about it? If it really comes, I'll take it down one-on-one, you idiot!"

Normally, the cold, dark seabed and ocean floor are only gently flowing with quiet currents, devoid of any passionate clamor. But as I spoke my bold words, a sudden, rumbling sound erupted from the seabed, as if a volcano were erupting beneath these waters!

The waves surged and crashed, the surrounding cloud walls shattered into dust, and large clumps of muddy water surged from the seabed. In a short time, it was like a musical movement reaching its climax. A huge figure suddenly appeared on the sea surface, and the waves pushed the yacht violently to the ground!

The stranded Pegasus was already a massive 30-meter-long vessel, but it appeared remarkably small next to this unidentified figure. Thanks to the slight dissipation of the fog, I was able to roughly estimate that the object before me was more than twice the length of the yacht!

The behemoth had a spindle-shaped body like a fish, a deformed and enlarged head, and short, flat reptilian limbs growing randomly from the lower part of its body.

Its white body with black stripes was covered in festering, rotting tissue, emitting a pungent, foul stench. Above its gaping maw of menacing, interlocking shark teeth were a pair of deathly white eyes, exuding the chilling aura of the deep sea, staring emotionlessly in my direction. Even more shocking was the top of its hideous, enormous head, a massive, broken bone spur—something no living creature should possess…

Chapter 605 Casual Chat on a Rainy Night

Subtitle: What We Talk About When We Talk About Secrets

It's 4 a.m.