"Hey, did you fall asleep in the shower?"
Sif's voice came from outside the door, interrupting Jobtran's thoughts which had almost deduced the truth.
Inspiration is not something that can come easily. Once you miss it, you have to wait for the next opportunity. Unfortunately, you don’t know when this opportunity will be triggered again.
Joe Boutran replied with a little annoyance.
"Come out right now."
He knocked on the wall, but regret could not help him return to that mysterious state of thinking.
He wiped the water droplets off his body with a towel, put on a bathrobe and walked out the door.
"I thought you had fainted in there. There was no other sound except the sound of water."
Sif said.
"It's okay, I'm just thinking."
replied Joe Butran.
He saw the paper and pen on the table and said to Sif,
"Borrow it for a moment."
"Please feel free to do so."
Jobtran then picked up his quill and scribbled on the paper the clues in his mind.
Jobtran scribbled for a while and then tore up the paper. The clues on it were too few to support his current ideas.
Jobtran picked up another piece of white paper and started writing from his life. Sif stood silently behind him, watching the time points he wrote on the paper.
"Is this...? A timetable?"
Sif replied.
"Yeah, it can help me sort out my thoughts."
The exact time of what happened was not written on the paper, only the corresponding time points, so as to prevent Sif from seeing any clues from the table.
Even though it was a staycation, Jobtran still didn't completely trust this girl who had just known him for one day.
Although she seems to have no ulterior motives, Jobtran is still careful in handling matters that cannot be exposed to the public.
Sif didn't seem interested in this schedule, so she said,
"I'm going to take a shower."
Joe Butran didn't look back, but focused on the paper.
From the beginning of his life to now, the frequency of mysterious events does not seem to be very frequent.
Even though he became an investigator, things only started to get complicated when he took over Yudekao's case.
Jobtran understood that Yudkao was just like him, a chess piece on the chessboard, a discarded piece.
The operator behind the scenes might be laughing at the look of Jobutran thinking hard, but Jobutran was unwilling to give up.
He wanted to jump out of the chessboard and see the meaning of this game clearly.
Shiv closed the shower curtain, hummed a pretty tune, and turned on the shower.
The warm water droplets made her face blush, perhaps it was not the effect of the water temperature, but the unrealistic fantasies in her mind.
There was no light in the shower, just a dim light in front of the dressing mirror.
Sif rubbed her body gently and said softly,
"Fair skin, tempting red lips, doesn't this fascinate you
Mr. Joe Butran."
She seemed to see a figure outside the shower curtain vaguely, and Sif asked tentatively,
"Mr. Joe Butran, is that you?"
The visitor did not react at all, but just stood quietly outside the shower curtain.
Sif seemed to sense a bad aura, and that person was not Jobtran.
She covered her mouth tightly and let the water droplets splash on her body.
The light in front of the mirror suddenly flickered, and Sif seemed to sense the approach of that figure.
"It's coming! It's approaching me!"
Sif thought to herself in panic, and squatted down, trying to stay quiet and not make any sound.
Until the shadow stopped right in front of the shower curtain, the warm water sprayed from the shower head suddenly changed color, from clear and transparent water to water with a hint of red.
That was blood mixed in the water.
Joe Butran sat on the sofa thinking about the timing, but suddenly frowned.
He smelled blood.
He put down the schedule and walked towards the source of the smell of blood - the bathroom.
There was no other sound except the sound of water. At the same time, Jobtran felt a strange smell coming from the bathroom.
"not good!"
Joe Butran immediately realized that something was wrong and opened the bathroom door.
The door was not locked by Sif. After Jobtran entered the door, he heard Sif's voice.
"Mr. Job Tran! Woo-woo-woo!"
Jobtran pulled open the shower curtain and saw that Sif's body seemed to be stained with a lot of bloody liquid.
He took a towel from the shelf nearby, handed it to Sif and turned around.
"Wipe it first."
Jobtran had found the source of the bloody smell; it was coming from the shower head.
And judging from the liquid on Sif's body, something seemed to have happened on the ship.
Sif hastily dried herself with a towel and stepped out of the shower.
She wrapped the towel around most of her body and patted Jobtran.
After Jobutran turned around, Sif hugged him like a bird flying into the forest, and buried her head in his chest, crying bitterly.
"Mr. Jobtron, I just saw a shadow, a scary shadow, it was staring at me in front of the shower curtain, and then blood-like liquid appeared in the shower! I'm scared!"
Joe Butran could only comfort him,
"It's okay, it's okay, maybe it's just some rust that fell off, causing the orange-red color in the water.
You know, it’s normal for rust to fall off the water pipes.”
Sif raised her head, looked at Jobtran with pitiful eyes and said,
"Where is that scary shadow?"
"I thought, maybe there was just a bug flying in front of the light and it happened to hit the shower curtain?"
Although Jobtran said comforting words, he knew very well that the black shadow that Sif had just seen was definitely not something that could be explained by physics, and these were just words used to calm her mood.
Sif's legs went limp and she nearly collapsed to the ground with a whimper. Jobtran quickly caught Sif, picked her up and walked to the bed.
Jobtran gently placed Sif on the bed and poured her a cup of hot milk.
"I think you're just too tired and need to rest. Do you have any clothes I can wear? I'll go ask the person in charge here."
asked Joe Butran.
Sif shook her head.
"All you can wear here are bathrobes and cotton slippers."
Jobtran scratched his head awkwardly and said,
"Okay, then you take a good rest, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he turned around and went out to take a look. Joe Butran always felt that this matter was not that simple.
"Wait a minute, if you leave, I'll be scared to be alone..."
Sif pinched the quilt and spoke softly.
At this time, Joe Butran discovered that dealing with the mysterious creature was much easier than dealing with a woman.
He scratched his hair in distress, leaned over to Sif's ear, and said in his deep and magnetic voice,
"Be good and wait for me to come back."
"I don't want it."
Sif said, grabbing Jobtran's bathrobe.
Facing the mysterious evil creature, Jobtran would definitely cast a holy light spell at this time, but facing such a woman, Jobtran was helpless.
"Women are the most difficult creatures in the world."
Joe Butran complained in his heart.
"Then come with me. Don't you want to see and know more about me? I'll give you a chance to see my side job besides being a student."
That was all Joe Butran had to say.
After hearing this, Sif suddenly became alert.
"Really? Then wait for me to change my clothes."
Sif sat up abruptly in bed, not caring at all that she was only wearing a bath towel.
Jobtran turned his head gentlemanly, avoiding the scenery that he shouldn't see.
Behind me came the rustling sound of changing clothes, and soon Sif changed into a lighter set of sportswear.
"Let's go."
Joe Butran stood up from the bed and walked to the door.
He suddenly turned around and said to Sif with a stern face,
"Remember to bring your keys."
After hearing this, Sif chuckled, as if she was amused by Jobtran.
"Don't worry, I'm not some reckless person who would lose his keys."
Sif took the key out of her pocket and put it in her palm to show it to Jobutran. Jobutran made a helpless expression.
"I just don't want to spend the night in a storm."
The two walked out of the room and saw in the corridor that the storm outside the window had not yet stopped. The ship was shaking violently in the storm, so they had to walk along holding the railing on the wall.
"Where are we going now?"
Sif asked.
"Security room."
Jobtran replied simply.
The two walked all the way to the security room, and Joe Butran pushed open the door and saw the scene inside.
Several personnel in security uniforms were either lying or crawling on the ground. From the scattered wine bottles and playing cards on the ground, it was clear that these "conscientious" security personnel did not go on patrol on this boring and stormy night.
Two of them were fast asleep, and the older one was apparently talking nonsense while holding a bottle of wine.
"Haha, little mermaid baby... hiccup...if you run again, I'll kill you... hiccup...the curse of the Cyclopes... hiccup...gold! Treasure!"
If the young security guard was in the security room, he would know that it was old Gary who was drunk and talking nonsense.
Joe Butran stood at the door, observing the attire of everyone in the room.
"Where is your captain?"
Joe Butron walked up and patted old Gary twice on the face.
Old Gary opened his eyes. With bloodshot eyes, he thought the man in a bathrobe was just a character in his dream, so he didn't pay any attention to him and muttered,
"Don't disturb my date with the mermaid... burp..."
Jobtran frowned and murmured to himself,
"It seems that we have to use some unconventional means."
Joe Butran brought in an empty chair and moved old Gary into it.
He picked up an empty wine bottle from the ground, filled it with water, and poured it into old Gary's mouth.
"Sif, please move aside for a moment."
As Jobtran was giving old Gary a glass of water, he spoke to Sif.
Sif looked at Jobtran in confusion and asked,
"Why are you giving him water?"
"Induce vomiting."
As soon as he finished speaking, old Gary, who had a belly full of water, vomited all over the floor.
"It appears you had steak for dinner, sir."
Joe Butron pinched his nose and said to old Gary who was vomiting.
After old Gary vomited everything, Joe Butran handed him a relatively clean handkerchief from the table and helped him wipe his mouth.
Old Gary got up, covered his forehead and said,
"Damn it, this fake wine is intoxicating."
Seeing that Old Gary seemed to have come to his senses, Joe Butran stood still, still pinching his nose and asked,
"Mr. Security, where is your captain?"
"Who the hell are you? Didn't you see the sign on the door that says No Trespassing?"
Old Gary said dissatisfiedly.
"I ask you again, where is your captain?"
Jobtran loosened his hand that was pinching his nose, grabbed old Gary by the collar and pushed him against the wall.
"Hey! Calm down, buddy."
Old Gary was so weak from vomiting that he could only raise his hands to show that he would cooperate.
He turned his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.
"It's 12:53 now. The captain should be back."
Old Gary muttered to himself.
Jobtran loosened his grip on old Gary's hands and said seriously,
"Now, I'll ask you a question and you'll answer it. Got it?"
"clear."
Old Gary spread his hands helplessly, took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Joe Bruin.
Joe Butran took the cigarette from old Gary, and old Gary took out a match and lit it for Joe Butran.
"What is your captain's mode of action?"
Jobtran pulled up a chair near the door and sat down; he didn't want to get too close to old Gary's puddle of vomit.
"From the daytime?"
Gary Sr. asked.
Joe Butran glared at old Gary, and old Gary understood what Joe Butran meant.
“Okay, okay, after dinner at 7:30 in the evening, the captain will take a half-hour nap. He said it will help digestion.
I would sleep until eight and then go patrol the restaurant area, completing the patrol of the entire ship by half past nine.
Then go to the captain's room to talk to the captain and report the situation. He will be back around ten o'clock.
I was surprised that he wasn't here today.
Who are you anyway? "
Old Gary asked after explaining the captain's situation.
"A private investigator."
replied Joe Butran.
"A private investigator in a bathrobe? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard."
Old Gary laughed twice and said.
“In your vomit, I saw unground black peppercorns and unchewed beef.
You had a nice black pepper steak for dinner and mango pudding for dessert, which was also a clue from your vomit.
You have more calluses on your left hand than on your right, so you are left-handed.
In addition, there are yellow marks on the nails of your left thumb and index finger, indicating that you have been a heavy smoker for more than ten years.
My favorite tobacco brand is Camel Yellow Label.
Also, you security guards just drank five bottles of house wine that you stole from the restaurant.
Need I say more to prove my credentials as a private investigator?"
Joe Butran spoke at a very fast pace about his analysis of Old Gary and the room. This series of remarks made Old Gary realize that the man in front of him was definitely not simple.
Old Gary asked doubtfully,
"How did you know this was the wine we stole?"
"Are you confessing your guilt?"
Joe Butron replied, blowing out a cigarette.
"No, no, no, just curious."
Old Gary replied helplessly.
"These five bottles are German-made absinthe, and each bottle costs fifty gold marks. Where did you security guards on the ship get so much money to buy them? In addition, the labels on the bottles were torn off by you, which shows that you are guilty. Also, your drunken colleagues obviously did not burn the labels, but threw them on the ground."
Joe Butran picked up a ball of paper from the ground and unfolded it to reveal a wine label torn from a wine bottle.
"Do you believe me now?"