Mystery: The Stars Returner

Fifty nautical miles east of Enmatt Port, several small islands are like eyes embedded in the sea.

As night falls, the waves crash against the rocks on the shore, layer by layer, as if they are going to knock the entire island away.

After a while, heavy rain fell from the thick clouds with great force, making small holes in the bunker.

A single-story wooden hut among a few coconut trees in the sandpit quietly allowed itself to be washed away by the heavy rain.

In the thick darkness, the dim light seeping out from the wooden house windows flickered, with the possibility of extinguishing at any time.

A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life, hunched over his once strong body, sat at a table with an oil lamp. Standing directly in front of him was a man in black robes with two scars on the corner of his right eye, like two scars. A trace etched by the storm.

"Mr. Captain, do you think that no one will find you hiding on this uninhabited island? As long as you still carry that secret, there will always be people who follow the scent it emits."

"That is a taboo secret that cannot be told. You, me, and everyone should not explore its entire appearance just for the so-called curiosity." The vicissitudes of the middle-aged man grabbed his head with both hands, showing an expression of unbearable pain.

"But you survived. This proves that the so-called forbidden secret will not kill everyone. He may have some kindness to the world, so that the world can go to the palace where He sleeps and receive His gifts."

"I survived... Haha... Am I still alive?" the middle-aged man murmured, "I have long hoped to sleep underground to gain eternal peace."

"As long as you tell me the secret I want to know, I will give you eternal peace and let you no longer be afraid of all kinds of nonsense."

After a long time, the middle-aged man whispered: "What exactly do you want to know?"

"After you and the insane young man left the island, where did the mysterious clay statue go?"

"It has been lost in the depths of the sea."

"You're lying!" The man in black's eyes were intense, and he seemed to have some extraordinary ability to distinguish truth from lies.

"It has been carried by the young man into the depths of the sea."

"Which area of ​​sea is it specifically in?"

"Southwest of Sunia Island, about 200 nautical miles away."

"Why did that young man suddenly jump into the sea with that statue?"

“He seemed to have been manipulated or called by some kind of thing, causing him to suddenly laugh maniacally, and then like crazy, he jumped from the boat into the sea with the indescribable statue, and then he never came out again. "

The man in black pondered for a while, "When the young man jumped into the sea, what happened to the surrounding sea?"

"No."

"You're lying again!" The man in black sneered, "It seems you need to learn to be honest first."

"Ah!" The middle-aged man let out a scream and collapsed on the seat, as if his spirit was being violently whipped.

"You have one more chance to answer."

"He, I..." The middle-aged man took several deep breaths before he managed to speak, "A huge black whirlpool appeared in the sea, completely engulfing his figure."

"anything else?"

"There is a blue mist filling the surrounding sea, rendering the entire sea into a blue paradise."

"There must be other changes!" The man in black became excited.

"I, I seemed to see an ancient mysterious ruin hidden in the deepest part of the huge whirlpool, but before I could take a closer look, the huge whirlpool swept away the blue mist and the possible underwater ruins, and everything returned to normal. "

"You must have heard something else, right?"

Facing this inquiry, the middle-aged man trembled all over and clutched his arms tightly with both hands, as if he was enduring great fear.

He was indifferent even when his fingers cut open the muscles of his arms and bright red blood flowed out.

Finally, his lips moved silently, and his eyes widened due to fear, "It is He who is calling me, calling us."

"R'lyeh, Cthulhu!"

"R'lyeh, Cthulhu!"

The middle-aged man repeated it twice in a row, and then his whole body seemed to have been drained of all his strength. His face was pale, and he was slumped against the seat, motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.

"The undersea holy city of R'lye really exists, it is there, He is there!" The man in black could not control his joy and excitement. He clenched and released his hands. After repeating this several times, he Only then did he gradually regain his previous calmness.

He first bowed to the middle-aged man and said with a smile: "Mr. Captain, I would like to thank you for telling the secrets of the past frankly. You are a lucky person who has the honor to witness the miracle."

"You will also be forever lucky, because after tonight you will no longer have any worries and fears, and you will be completely at peace."

"I will keep this secret for you forever."

He slowly stood up straight, and then with a condescending attitude, a smile appeared in his eyes, "Okay, Mr. Captain, it's time for you to completely sink into the depths of the sea with your ship."

"What do you want to do?"

"Secrets always give off an alluring aroma, attracting a good hunter to pursue them. The best way to end this chase is to let the secret disappear completely."

The man in black explained patiently, "You won't feel any pain, maybe for just a short moment. Well, I promise, it's only for that moment. You know, I've always known myself very accurately."

"..." The middle-aged man just looked at him without speaking. After a long time, he nodded and said tiredly: "I hope you can really give me eternal peace."

"I promise."

When the man in black finished speaking these words, a bright light seemed to flash across the middle-aged man's throat, which was a transparent silk thread wrapped around his wrist.

At this moment, bright blood was flowing on the silk thread, and under the dim light, the entire silk thread was particularly shiny.

"Mr. Captain, I think I have fulfilled my promise. May you find eternal peace and no longer be afraid of carrying secrets."

The man in black bowed again to the middle-aged man's body, and then prepared to leave. When he came to the door, he stopped and said to himself: "Mr. Captain, should I erect a tombstone for you?" Woolen cloth?"

"Forget it, that will only cause you permanent noise."

"That's it, a person sleeping quietly on an unknown desert island."

The man in black left in the heavy rain. He seemed to have a mission that he had to complete despite the heavy rain.

But when he came to the coast, the docked ship had been hit by the huge waves and hit the rocks. It was smashed into pieces and could not be put back together.

"It seems I need to disturb Mr. Captain one more night. I hope he won't wake up from his slumber."

The man in black returned along the original path. When he stepped into the small wooden house with the oil lamp lit again, he stood there blankly.

Because he saw that the captain, who was supposed to be dead, was sitting next to the oil lamp intact, enjoying a bowl of steaming, milky-white fish soup as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, sir, you really don't keep your word." The middle-aged man put down the bowl of fish soup and sighed: "You said you would give me eternal peace, and I chose to believe you, but you still disturbed me again. My deep sleep.”

"..." The man in black couldn't say a word. He was very sure that at that moment, the silk thread in his hand had definitely cut the throat of the person in front of him.

There is absolutely no way a normal person is still alive!

"Breaking a promise will cost you accordingly."

The middle-aged man had a kind smile on his face. The next moment, his neck suddenly stretched out, and at his throat, where the silk thread had originally cut it, strips of red and greasy tentacles stretched out from it like blood vessels.

He tied up the man in black, pulled his neck back, opened his mouth, and ate it cleanly from top to bottom, bite after bite.

Soon, there was a sound of chewing and a slight swallowing sound in the cabin.

When the storm and heavy rain drifted into the wooden house from the window, under the dim light, the middle-aged man once again picked up the bowl of steaming fish soup and tasted it slowly.