"Da da da~" The neat black high-top boots stepped heavily into the mud, raising the black mud high.
The Hope Island police officers in black uniforms surrounded the Golden Goblin Tavern.
The black and white blockade line was quickly erected, and a solemn and murderous atmosphere surrounded the deserted dock.
The laborers who were lazily sitting on the steps stood up one after another and watched the excitement curiously from a distance.
"What's going on here?"
"The boss of the Golden Fairy is selling slaves? Why is the Black Dog making such a big fuss?"
"I don't know, but judging from the evidence, his crime is not minor. I think his body is probably hung on the dock for public display. Since the change of director, such cases have become less common."
Soon, the laborers saw some people working at the Golden Fairy being pinned down by the police.
Their heads were covered tightly, and not only were their hands handcuffed, but their feet were also locked. Their bodies were shaking violently, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.
When everyone was pressed into the car, "bang!" the white seal directly covered the door of the golden fairy.
"Cheers! We did a good job this time!" In the bureau's special cafeteria, several glasses filled with brown beer clinked together.
Dipper raised his neck and gulped down the drink, then slammed the cup heavily on the table. "Great!"
While eating the rich and delicious food, he laughed and cursed with his subordinates.
Now that the source of the brain-eating ghost incident has been found and eliminated, and all those people with the bugs in their bodies have been found, the remaining cleanup work is the responsibility of other police officers.
They are just some bugs. The people from other departments can be easily dealt with. If that doesn't work, they will borrow people from the navy. Anyway, there is no need for them to worry about such things now.
The mission of the Third Department is to investigate any anomalies on Hope Island, whether it is a cult sacrificing relics or devouring the master, they only need to find the problem and solve it quickly.
The team members were still discussing today's events excitedly.
"Oh my god, did you see that? Those worms were really long. I saw seven or eight of them sticking out from under a woman's skirt!!"
"I'm over 40 years old and I've never seen anything like this. I don't know where these bugs that look like macaroni come from. I don't think they are from the North Sea. They must be from the South Sea. I heard that's where the most disgusting things are."
Alia had just brought the macaroni with tomato sauce to her mouth, but when she heard this, she immediately put the food down.
"Why are you talking about such disgusting things while we're eating? Take your feet off the table!"
A scaly arm bumped against her shoulder, and Dipper's flamboyant voice came from the side.
"Aliya, don't be so fierce. We have finally solved such a big problem. Now it's time to rest. Let's relax as we like."
Alia turned her head and looked at the fishman who was eating meatballs next to her. "Boss, when will your position as director be restored?"
"Recover? Why do I need to recover? Isn't James more steady than me? Don't think about those annoying things." Dipper looked indifferent.
Alia didn't think so. "This position is obviously yours. It was you who sent us the intelligence before, so we were able to react in time to resist the attacks of the Deep Ones. But you haven't received any reward until now. This is a bit unfair."
The fin on Dipper's head quickly rose and fell, "Forget it. I'm in the state I'm in now and people are gossiping about me staying in the third place. If I go back to be the director, it will cause a lot of trouble for the captain."
"What does it matter? The entire Hope Island belongs to the Governor. As long as he opens his mouth, who would dare to object?"
Seeing that Dipper didn't move and had no intention of arguing, Alia sighed helplessly and continued to eat her macaroni.
"You think too much about the Governor, but the Governor may not think so much about you."
"I don't need him to consider it. I just hope he takes me with him when he goes out to sea. The Narwhal is my home, and the captain's goal is my goal." Dipper raised the glass in his hand and drank another beer.
Alia put down the fork in her hand, took out another cigarette, put it in her mouth and lit it with a match. She shook out the match handle in her hand and threw it to the ground.
"Boss, I didn't want to ask this, but I just don't understand why you have to treat him like this. You should live for yourself. You are not his shadow."
"But if the captain hadn't saved me, I would have starved to death in a gutter by now."
"You took so many risks with him, and he's already repaid the favor of saving you."
"Okay, stop talking, this is over." Dipper flipped his hand, and three dice appeared in front of him, and the expression on his face instantly became excited.
"Hey guys, drinking is boring! Who wants to play with me?"
Everyone burst into applause, and the atmosphere that had just been suppressed by Alia suddenly rose.
That night, except for some people on duty, everyone else was drunk.
The drunk Dipp was helped out of the car by Alia and stumbled towards an exquisite two-story villa.
As soon as she opened the door, an extremely messy hall appeared in front of Alia.
All kinds of things in the lobby that shouldn't be there,
There was a mess of items lying around, including a box of scattered apples, a few books, a piano lying face-down on the ground, and a few crude drawings taped to the wall.
After looking at it curiously for a few seconds, she stepped over the knotted curtains in front of her and walked towards the bedroom with Dipper.
With a "click", the bedroom door was pushed open, and Alia put the key back on Dipper's waist, then dragged him towards the bed.
"Big or small! I bet three glasses of rum, big ones!!" The fishman suddenly started talking nonsense.
Throwing Dipper onto the bed with force, Alya sat on the side, breathing slightly.
She couldn't help but look around. The bedroom and the hall were also very messy, and there were a few books on the bedside table next to it.
"Isn't the boss illiterate? Why did he buy so many books?"
Alia casually flipped open a book and found that it was actually a textbook of Hope Island School, used to teach seven or eight-year-old children to recognize words.
Some simple parts have been circled with a pen, indicating that the owner of the book has learned them.
Then she opened another book. The content of this book was different from the previous one. There were no words in it, and various explicit illustrations were displayed in front of Alia.
(End of this chapter)