MTL - I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain-Chapter 10 complaint letter

  Chapter 10 Reporting Letter

  Boom boom boom!

  The crisp knock on the door echoed in the empty and lonely three-story building until it reached the ears of a short middle-aged man with a peaceful face and a hooked nose in the study.

  As the head of the Morton family, Morton Henry didn't like to be disturbed when he was thinking about things, so he frowned when the door sounded.

  He called the butler's name with a majestic voice, "Ford, I said I would never see any visitors today."

   "Not guests, but those little **** wandering in the Wood District."

  The butler Ford in a black suit explained with a smile in the most gentle words.

  In just one minute, Ford was like a face-changing master, completely different from the harsh attitude he had just faced with the beggars, like a chameleon.

   "I guess they must have come to ask for money. You built such a beautiful neighborhood for them, and it's incredible that they have the nerve to ask the master for money."

  The butler put his palms on his chest, and respectfully reported to work, "So, I have already driven people away."

   "Why be angry about this, I have already forgiven them."

  Morton took a look at the trading hours in the advertising corner of the Leeds Daily, and after closing his eyes, he reorganized his thoughts, "Also, remember the car ready to go at eight o'clock."

  He has been under a lot of pressure recently. There have been several demonstrations in the Wood District recently. Workers in several factories are also going on strike after forming an alliance. Even refugees who hide in the gutter like rats dare to ask him for land compensation.

  Fortunately, these are little things that don't matter.

  It is not the first time that workers have gone on strike. According to the old method, they are divided from the inside, and a few organizers are hit hard with money, and then some are recruited, some are suppressed, and some are fired. The so-called workers' alliance will naturally disintegrate.

  In particular, many workers rely on this job to support their families, and workers who have lost their source of income are even worse than beggars.

   It reminded him of a joke made by a companion at a celebrity party.

   May I ask what organization is funnier than a clown show in a circus?

   Answer: Workers Union.

   "The highlight should be tonight's deal."

  Morton chuckled suddenly, carefully folded the newspaper and put it back in the drawer.

  Being often ill since getting old, his fear of death has never been so deep as it is now.

  Especially after accumulating a lot of wealth, he is even more reluctant to let go.

   Extraordinary,

   Only by achieving the so-called extraordinary can he be saved.

  Although the governments of various countries have strict control over supernatural related objects, once they are caught, the consequences will be disastrous.

   And if he wants to achieve extraordinary things through formal channels, he may lose his freedom and accept the control of the government and formal organizations. He absolutely cannot accept that his hard-won freedom after working hard for half his life will be deprived again.

  So he could only find a dangerous organization hidden underground called the Brotherhood, which was said to be a temporary gathering specially organized for extraordinary transactions.

  The method of this transaction is also extremely strict.

  He must first pay a deposit and then obtain a temporary trading location from the newspaper. The transaction identities of both parties are kept secret, but a well-known person on the road must be used as an intermediary.

  Everything seems so reasonable, this time he will step onto a wider stage.

  Thinking of this, Morton Henry almost smiled.

  However, today's time seems to be extraordinarily long. After a simple dinner, Morton watched the clock dial move and walked back and forth, feeling a little anxious inexplicably.

   "We must be extremely careful in formal transactions with these extraordinary people."

  Although it is known that the transaction method adopts the middleman model, the identity information of both buyers and sellers can be kept strictly confidential.

   But who can guarantee that these extraordinary people keep their promises.

   "Boom, boom."

  Morton returned to the bedroom and tapped twice from the hidden compartment under the bed, and the bottom drawer came out in response.

  He took out a revolver that was a masterpiece of steam technology and full of mechanical beauty from the hidden drawer. After taking it out and filling it with ammunition, Morton quietly stuffed it into his waist.

  The sense of security brought by the cold guns undoubtedly made Morton temporarily relieved. He preferred the feeling of having his life in his own hands.

   "Master, the vehicle is ready and you can travel at any time."

  The butler, Ford, was very experienced and arranged everything for the trip before eight o'clock.

   "Go down."

  Morton Henry hummed lightly, but did not tell him the destination of his trip.

   Such a shady transaction, even the closest people around you should not disclose it, let alone send your men to participate in the transaction.

   Until everything was ready and he was about to leave, he heard another "bang bang bang" knock on the door, this time the knock was stronger, and the violent knock echoed in the empty floors and corridors.

   "Damn."

  Morton bowed his head and cursed, striding towards the door, and after pulling the door, he planned to give some stern warnings to those who came.

   "Hello, we are from the Police Department. Is Mr. Morton at home?"

After the door was opened by the butler Ford, it was discovered that there was more than one person coming. Several people wearing blue and black striped police uniforms and white hats marked with the logo of the Police Department filed in, and walked into Morton unceremoniously. Family.

  One of them was Edward, a district police officer whom Morton knew and had a good relationship with, but the other party now had a serious face, pretending that he didn't know him at all.

  The other two are fresh faces, but judging from the sun badge on the shoulder and arm, it is a very regular equilateral triangle, which is one level higher than the oval police badge.

  A second-level police superintendent and two first-level police officers, their backgrounds are by no means small.

  The last one was not wearing a police uniform but a low-key black overcoat. He exuded a dangerous aura all over his body, and his sharp eyes, which were as sharp as a falcon, seemed to be able to penetrate his heart.

   "Mr. Morton Henry?"

  One of the senior police officers looked him up and down and called out his name, "The General Administration received an anonymous report from a citizen. You were involved in a murder case yesterday, which seriously endangered public security. Please assist us in the investigation."

  After hearing what the police officer said, the seasoned Morton breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a tough tone, "Mr. Edward, I have offended a lot of people recently because of business matters, maybe it's someone's malicious revenge.

   And it is not in compliance with the rules to send the police force to question me based on an anonymous report. "

   "Unfortunately, we investigated your travel records yesterday, and the reality is completely consistent with the report, and we have found the corpse that was disposed of."

  The police officer blocking the door smiled sarcastically: "You will not forget what happened in Nanmen Lane, Narcissus Road, you killed a passing gentleman.

   In this regard, we are curious about your reasons for doing this. "

"Do not."

  Morton took a step back subconsciously, as if realizing something was wrong, his pupils shrank sharply.

  What he did yesterday was very covert, and the people under him never missed a clean job. Unless they saw it with their own eyes, they would never describe it so accurately.

   It happens to be a critical juncture for this kind of transaction.

   Could it be that some big shot above wanted to knock him out of his position?

   This sudden desperate situation made Morton subconsciously put his hands on his waist.

  Suddenly, the hot blood rushed to his head, causing his heart to beat rapidly, and his mind began to be filled with crazy thoughts.

   "I wouldn't do this if I were you."

   It was just the last unsightly man in a black windbreaker in the police group in front of him, who raised his jaw slightly and cast a cold gaze.

  The depths of those ancient well-free eyes are like a bottomless deep sea vortex, flashing sharply at a specific moment like a bolt of lightning splitting the clear sky.

   This move was like a bucket of cold water poured down, extinguishing Morton's bold ideas.

   "Don't move."

  Then, the policeman who had just shouted sharply cast his eyes on Morton's waist, and took a step forward to lift the clothes directly.

  Then the revolver with beautiful stripes was immediately exposed to everyone's sight.

  Several pairs of eyes looked up at each other.

  The atmosphere was almost frozen in embarrassment.

  A moment later, Edward, the district policeman who opened the door and came in, spoke in a deep and serious voice:

   "Now, Mr. Morton Henry, you are under arrest."

  …

  The night fell, and the light blue moonlight shone on the Tufu in black casual clothes on the street. He walked alone on the sparsely populated Mings Street like a ghost.

  The difference from just now is that he has put on a new set of looser robes and masks, new clothes that can completely cover most of his body.

   Even took the time to do a hairstyle.

   Of course, this cost a full crown.

  He learned a lot of information from Old John and confirmed one thing with multiple intelligence.

  Facts aside, Mr. Morton is definitely a kind man.

  Tu Fu knew very well that he alone would not be able to shake such a real estate agent, let alone attack the mysterious and extraordinary organization on the other side of the transaction.

  He thought of using a third party to break the situation.

  So, a report to the Police Department involving a murder case came from him.

  It was a letter of report full of details, beautifully written, slightly artistically processed, and involving the direct participation of extraordinary beings.

  In the letter, as an enthusiastic citizen, he had no intention of spying on the tragedy, because he was really afraid that he had to deliver it anonymously.

  In order to be sure, Tu Fu used three written reports in advance and delivered them to different police stations, one of which was even sent directly to the Municipal Police Department.

   Presumably, the time difference between the police dispatching for consultation is enough to hold back that "kind-hearted" Master Morton.

   As for Tufu,

   After delivering the anonymous letter, he rushed to Mings Street, the trading place mentioned in the newspaper.

  Mins Street is already close to the port of Ryze on the Polya Sea, and the sea breeze blowing from the waves drives away the heat.

  The unique saltiness of the sea made Tu Fu feel quite uncomfortable, and walked all the way to the direction of No. 14 Mings Street, just as it was published in the newspaper.

"Arrived."

  Tu Fu looked up and saw the words "Old Hunter" on the top of the main entrance, the seagull logo was very conspicuous, the low chimney stood on the roof tiles, and the fragrance of alcohol was in this pub.

   Push open the door and you can feel the noise and heat waves coming.

  There are only a few simple tables and chairs and an operating bar in the tavern, and a few people dressed as drunken sailors are drinking stuffy drinks on the bar.

  The guests who come here to consume are not only sailors who are not happy with their lives, but also laid-off workers. They pour cheap alcohol into their intestines one cup after another to paralyze their nerves, trying to temporarily forget reality in this way.

  In the dim environment, people are drinking from wooden wine glasses, their eyes are numb and dull, like walking dead.

  The bartender in a white shirt and black vest at the front desk may have been used to such a scene, and has been diligently wiping the wine glasses.

   And in the center of the tavern, a crude catwalk stage seemed to be the center of attention of the audience. Several hot show girls danced a large-scale dance around the steel pipe.

  The audience threw money of varying amounts around in an attempt to unlock more poses.

  Although the faces of the girls on stage were more beautiful, the uniforms they wore were too conservative. There was even a layer of gauze under the white lace dance dress.

  What puzzled Tu Fu the most was that, under his vision of 5.0, he vaguely saw through the thin dance clothes that the dancers were wearing a layer of anti-peeping fabric on the outside of their thighs.

  Duo Duo is the prototype of early leggings.

   This made the crotch-staring cat sigh when it came, and be silent even when it looked at people.

   He even shut out honest gentlemen like Tu Fu completely.

  The smile on the corner of Tu Fu's mouth had completely disappeared when he came, and he whispered: "The appearance of leggings is the biggest product that hinders the progress of human civilization."

  By the way, he sighed in his heart: "The inventor really should have been hanged on the street lamp by the citizens during the Great Revolutionary Movement together with the capitalists in Lantis next door."

  In fact, another way of thinking, the current women's underwear market is completely a blue ocean. It is hard to imagine what kind of sensation will be caused after the emergence of private clothing such as black silk, tube top, and hollow in this conservative era.

  Afterwards, the chain of lingerie stores, brand effects, special issue magazines, and model runway shows blossomed in full bloom.

  The brand name is Victoria... No, let me know the secret of Tuf Capet?

  "A few centuries ago, I would have been tied to the stake and burned to death with the young lady witch."

   Tu Fu begged God to forgive him for his bold idea.

   "Huh, is that... Grace?"

  His peripheral vision happened to be on the face of a young girl in the rest area. Her clothes were relatively conservative, but what impressed Tu Fu most was that she seemed to be a female classmate in his class.

  In my impression, she is a good girl who studies well, but I didn't expect to have such a hobby in private.

   Before Tu Fu got to the bottom of it, the bartender at the bar also noticed the mysteriously dressed new guest at the door.

  The bartender skillfully began to quote: "Rum 2p, Rine 5p, Volt 1 Pole. Perhaps, what you need more is a glass of sweet milk beer."

  As soon as these words came out, several regulars in the tavern next to him burst into laughter.

  The milk beer in the tavern is a special drink for children who haven't even grown their hair yet.

   "A shot of rum, thanks."

Tu Fu walked up to the bartender directly, chose the cheapest one without even thinking about it, and said in a voice that only each other could hear in the noisy old hunter's tavern, "It was said in the newspaper that there is a bartender here. ?”

   Without waiting for the other party to speak, he carefully recalled the joint code, and inadvertently tapped his chest three times with his fingers, with a bit of piety in his solemn movements:

   "Praise the Goddess!"

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  (end of this chapter)