I washed my face in the bathroom in the lodge and let the water flow fall off my cheeks.

The liquid flowing out of the faucet does have a salty smell. It may be that the continuous heavy rain polluted the drinking water source, bringing too much impurities.

The stinging caused by running water soaking into my eyes slowly appeared, but this pain made me feel relaxed. What I encountered today was too severe and too dense, so that it made me feel unrealistic about floating in the clouds. Only the pain on my body can pull me back to reality.

I glanced at the clothes on the bed and didn't plan to put them on. Instead, I sat on the wooden chair that Perbuli had just sat, looked up at the sky outside the window, trying to penetrate the layers of clouds with my eyes and see what kind of cause and effect is hidden behind me.

"I have to calm down and think about it..."

Touching the arm armor on his hand, I found that after several days of war, even the extremely strong arm armor was covered with scratches of varying degrees.

After returning this time, everything was inconsistent. People or things I knew were swept out roughly and ruthlessly. In front of me, only this man who called himself Mr. Rhodes was seen.

Perbuley's actions before leaving had already told me, and she also discovered that there was something obviously wrong with this "father" who suddenly returned. However, our conversation was deliberately interrupted by him. Just based on my hearing, I could not tell what was wrong with this man.

But from what he said just now, I feel a few abnormalities.

First, he seemed not very familiar with everything in the town, and his sadness about his wife's death was superficial. This did not fit the character of a person who died after returning from a long journey.

Second, I could clearly feel my fear of me from him. This unintentional emotion was also captured by me. Old Yorkson and Dad Hook both said that the accident I traveled to the wasteland planet was probably caused by an indescribable existence being afraid of the "final disaster" breath and manipulation behind it.

Can Mr. Rhodes’ fear be equated with the fear mentioned by the old men?

Third, what he said was obviously unreasonable. Not to mention anything else, the residents who spontaneously gathered in the church to pray all night long, which was a big deal of the world. The people in the town had almost negative piety index. How could an old alcoholic like Sebala not come to the tavern?

What's more, how could the lazy bones of Carter's charlatan be interested in making people stay in the church and disturbing his dreams?

"This man must have a problem...but the situation is unclear now. Even for the sake of Perbuli's safety, I can't alert the snake."

"Well... I have to... find more people and find out the truth of the matter from multiple angles..."

I slowly found a clue in my mind, used the clues to build a rough outline of the plan, and then worked hard to add details and fill in the outline like a spider.

This place is different from the wasteland, where I take the initiative to attack so I have the upper hand everywhere. Here, I have to take a second move, and I must see the point of breaking the deadlock before taking action to find out the truth.

"church……"

I kept chanting these words, thinking about whether to take the risk to explore. If everything is true as Rhodes said, then I can find other residents and prove my identity.

But the words "the residents gathered devoutly in the church" sound like a lie no matter how you hear it. Could it be the trap set by the man that deliberately lured me there?

if……

If I followed his induction and went to the church. If he was ready to kill me at this time, then I, a "long-dead" person, would become "really dead". No one knew about my return alive except Perburi, who was controlled by him.

Such a danger...

Should I take it?

If it were the past, even if I was afraid of supernatural events, I would be fearless of such conspiracies, let alone fearfulness.

But the situation is different now.

Because from the moment I came back, I found that the gear logo in my vision showed a cold and illusory gray, which seemed to have lost its original vitality.

No matter how I watched it, the colonist system in my vision no longer had its original reaction, nor did it emit funny arpeggios, popping up a variety of dialog boxes to help me get through it.

The current crisis is probably second only to the time when I was in the shining city.

The only thing that is thankful is that the physical fitness and combat experience given to me by the colonizer system seems to be still in effect in my body. I am still able to push the boulders, split the giant trees, and cross the complex terrain like wind.

What I worry most now is that the combat system may have been shut down with the shutdown of the colonists system. If so, then I will be unable to encounter a crisis, if there is God helping the enemy, it will be a pre-emptive opportunity.

I don’t know how long it took, but my hesitation continued. This is not only for myself, but also for this small town. Passive acceptance is not my style, but to expose the true face of "Rod" I still need more confidence.

Suddenly, in the noisy rain, I heard a strange noise.

Although the rainstorm outside the house was pouring, it was a low and noisy sound, without rhythm or regularity, and finally mixed into a chaotic chorus. In such a sound, a sharp and long strange sound suddenly appeared, which was particularly noticeable.

I held my breath and quietly stuck it to the door of the house. Sure enough, I heard another very slight sound.

I instantly understood what the sound was.

Boss Dart's tavern uses a wooden door with a double-opening. The shafts on both sides have begun to age after years of use. There is often such a creaking sound when opening and closing the door.

However, the recent heavy rain has caused the wooden door to be damp and expand, and the gap between the door shafts becomes smaller, and the friction sounds are aggravated to this more sour and strange sound.

The person who opened the door must have never expected that this door would cause trouble, so he stopped moving quickly when the door was halfway through, turned to slowly pushing the wooden door, and slowly put the door back into its original position after going out.

Unfortunately, such a voice has been heard by me.

I leaned against the window, pulled over a corner of the curtain to conceal my body, and looked downward. After my hard work, I saw a basalt-like figure standing in a corner of the rain, looking at the window on the second floor.

He did not hold an umbrella, and hid secretly on the corner of the street, integrating with the surrounding darkness. Unfortunately, his strong figure affected the direction of the rain, and the fabric on his body absorbed enough water, causing the heavy rain to flow into a stream to the ground when it hit him, exposing his disguise.

After staring at the window on the second floor for a long time, the figure finally walked out of the corner and disappeared into the heavy rain.

I looked at the dry and warm bedding in the room with some nostalgia and mourned my destiny for three seconds.
Chapter completed!