The already gloomy sky quickly turned pitch-black as the torrential rain came down.
Zhao Mou raised a hand. Years of wearing glasses made him instinctively want to wipe the raindrops off his lenses, but he immediately remembered that "Doctor Zhao" was an ancient man. His hand veered aside at the last moment, and he used the back of it to wipe the water running down his face.
The layers of clothing were nothing but a burden in the rain, heavy and clinging to him. He simply took off the cumbersome outer robe and swept all the stray hairs falling over his cheeks back, slicking them into place.
The movement revealed a hint of wildness he usually kept hidden from others.
It also meant he was just a little more irritable than usual.
To be honest, with two enormous threats lurking in Fengtou Town, he thought the Deductionists had done as well as they could. They'd put all the necessary protections in place, and at least the river, now showing its terrifying true nature, hadn't broken through the treasures' defenses and flooded the town.
Even so, Zhao Mou couldn't help feeling a little helpless at the sight before him.
He'd kept the rich merchants around because he'd planned to appeal to the River Haunt's feelings. Judging by all the signs, the resentful souls in the river hated those bastards. Otherwise, they wouldn't have wandered around town every night, trying to break into the merchants' homes.
So if they threw those people into the river in front of the River Haunt, perhaps they could reduce some of its hostility. In other deduction instances, almost every boss had some kind of fixation. Fulfilling it could make the instance easier, a rule practically recognized by all Deductionists.
But once the countdown reached zero, the