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Actually, this isn't a secret they must hide, the fishermen are just afraid of violating superstitions. Even now, he could only grimace and say, "That thing is really sinister. I've dredged up that compass several times while fishing, and I often find it even when I fish elsewhere." Therefore, when Jie picked up the compass, he had warned him not to casually pick up rubbish from the water. The rubbish mentioned here doesn't refer to the household waste discarded by people but to objects that have sunk to the bottom of the rivers for certain reasons, exuding a sense of age and odd styles. The older generation is a bit superstitious. But the young people are not. So, Jie was still interested and picked it up. The fisherman said anxiously, "Afterward, I often saw a very strange boat drifting on the river at night, but the fog was too thick after dark, so I couldn't see clearly. I once tried to take a picture with my phone to ask if anyone else had seen it, but my phone didn't capture anything..." Towards the end, the terror on the fisherman's face was evident. The person next to him was so frightened that he was feverishly rubbing his arms, "No wonder you asked me out of the blue last time whose battered boat that was." Luo Kai still asked calmly, "When did you first dredge up the compass?" His attitude, as if he was performing a routine procedure, made the fisherman even more eager to answer, and he hurriedly said, "About a month ago." A month ago? This timeline made Luo Kai pause abruptly, instinctively glancing at Xu Shuo beside him. Xu Shuo returned his look innocently. A month ago seemed to be when the Abyss surfaced in this world, but what did that have to do with him? At that time, Luo Kai, who was on a global trip, passed through Yangcheng, collected a level-one script from Normal University Affiliated High School called "Crimson Dusk," and then encountered "Green-skin Train" on the high-speed train to Pengcheng. The appearance of the "Green-skin Train" seemed like the opening of the world's Abyss gates, ushering in an era of utter chaos. Because after that, every abnormal event they encountered was either related to the Abyss or the Abyss. Even directly after a month, the Script World's 'Judgement' took notice of this world and even established 'defenses'. In a short month, so much had changed. Luo Kai mused internally and, after shifting his gaze away, continued to ask, "Then this time, after Jie dredged up the compass, you saw that boat?" The fisherman nodded timidly, "I knew the boat was there, but I dared not speak of it because no one else could see it but me." So he pretended he couldn't see it either. But now it was different. Because they were all under strict official supervision now and had been asked to describe the boat they saw, the fisherman didn't think it was just a simple contagious disease. Especially after this young man with blood on his hands came looking for him with the compass. The fisherman became even more certain that he had seen a ghost! In stories, those who encounter ghosts rarely survive. He confessed everything without reservation, indeed half because he was scared by the threat of "speak now or die immediately." After explaining everything, the fisherman broke down in tears, begging the leaders for protection. He hadn't died, which Luo Kai also found quite strange. "Right, isn't that boat supposed to kill indiscriminately? Anyone who sees it should be dead," Luo Kai whispered to Xu Shuo next to him. "It used to be indiscriminate, but that doesn't mean it still is," Xu Shuo said. "So, could it be related to that monster?" Luo Kai wondered, frowning. "..." Xu Shuo didn't respond. Because he thought it was indeed possible. After all, the monster was already dead. Of course, whether a monster was really lurking at the bottom of the sea hundreds of years ago is a separate matter. Xu Shuo looked at the fisherman and asked, "What's your name?" The fisherman, who was clinging to the police officer and crying desperately, heard the question and quickly turned his head to answer, "My name is Luo Jiayong!" Xu Shuo continued, "Are you a local from Yangcheng?" The fisherman nodded frantically, "Yes, a local! A local!" "What does your family do for a living?" "My family has been fishing for generations!" "What is your father's name?" "Luo Qingguo!" "What is your mother's name?" "Wu Xijiao!" "What is your grandfather's name?" "Luo Dayi." "What is your grandmother's name?" "Luo... Luo Xiuxiu?" "What is your great-grandfather's name?" "......" As the exchange of questions and answers went on, the fisherman's response became slower and slower, and he grew more and more confused, until eventually, he was at a loss for words. But it wasn't just the fisherman who was stumped; Luo Kai was also completely baffled. "Why are you checking his household registration?" While asking, he gave a meaningful glance to another officer who wasn't being harangued by the fisherman. Upon receiving the cue, the officer nodded and stepped out of the tent. Meanwhile, the fisherman, whose questioning had reached as far back as his great-grandfather, racked his brains. However, apart from knowing that his great-grandfather shared his surname, he truly couldn't recall his name. He didn't understand why this person was asking these questions, but at this point, his mind was too muddled with panic to do anything else but answer whatever was asked of him. Because he knew that these people might be the only ones capable of saving him from demonic entities. While waiting, Luo Kai tossed the vital clue, Compass, to the ground and then removed his bloodstained white gloves, throwing them down alongside it. He had intended to pass them to Xu Shuo, but the man refused to touch them because they were dirty. And of course, letting ordinary people touch them was out of the question. Let them stay on the ground, then. The reason why he discarded them was that Luo Kai skillfully pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up, and started puffing away. Xu Shuo calmly moved a few steps aside. Suddenly, the tent was filled with only the fisherman's fearful sobs, another fisherman's breath hushed as if by cold frost, and a rather thick smell of smoke. Luo Kai's craving for nicotine became apparent as he smoked one cigarette after another, which was also his habit when engrossed in thought. Before long, there were cigarette butts all over the ground at his feet. Xu Shuo suddenly said, "Can't you go outside?" Luo Kai looked at him and then took a deep drag, exhaling the smoke forcefully and shaping several impressive smoke rings that lingered in the air. Officer: "..." Fisherman: "..." The scene fell into silence. After a while, the silence was broken as the officer who had left earlier came back in, carrying a stack of urgently printed documents that he handed to Luo Kai. Luo Kai, cigarette in his mouth, flipped through the files. The family's genealogy was kept in remarkably good shape, but in Pengcheng, if no misfortunes had occurred, almost every village would have a clan temple with a genealogy preserved, and in the past, most marriages took place with villages not too far away. The "Luo" surname, in Xinnan District, indeed belonged to a well-rooted local family. The authorities paid great attention to the matter of "pollution sources," and under full clearance, they could trace not just three or four generations of this fisherman's ancestors, but perhaps as far as nine generations back. It didn't take long for Luo Kai, who could speed-read, to suddenly freeze mid-action, his sharp gaze fixed on the paper. Seeing this, Xu Shuo then edged a bit closer to take a look. The Luo Clan's genealogy up to the twelfth generation— Male: Luo Huaide. Female: Zhou Xu. ...