At that moment.
The Colin began to encounter rolling waves.
The terrifying omen of the deep sea finally arrived without a sound.
Su Wen also brought this brief conversation to an end.
Next, he stated that there was another person he needed to speak with.
It was the young woman Nelson had mentioned, who had spent the entire day standing by the deck and watching the tides.
Regarding Detective's suggestion,
Nelson said thoughtfully:
"Detective Kevin, when you asked me on deck earlier whether there was anyone suspicious,
was it because you had already discovered that members of the Tide Surge cult were mixed in among us?"
Hearing the traveler's question,
Su Wen answered calmly:
"Not only that."
He looked out at the sky, which had long since darkened as white lightning continuously streaked through it—the sign that the most dangerous kind of storm at sea was about to arrive.
Then he continued:
"The Tide Surge cult chases storms.
Yet they do not know
that they have long since been caught within the 'storm.'"
The two arrived at the lower cabins of the Colin, where tickets were cheapest and the rooms were the most cramped.
Fortunately, the luxury yacht was kept in good sanitary condition.
Otherwise, the farther it traveled across the ocean, the stronger the mildew smell from its wooden hull would become.
Su Wen knocked lightly on the door.
One second later.
A faint young woman's voice came from behind the cabin door:
"Who is it?"
"Emergency incident inspection. Please cooperate with our work."
Su Wen's manner was elegant, with no trace of urgency.
"According to the passenger boarding records, you should be Miss Phyllis Eleanor."
Upon hearing that.
The tightly shut cabin door opened a narrow crack, and a young woman with long flaxen hair said somewhat fearfully: