The bully boss's reaction made Jobtran laugh out loud, and the young policeman next to him also tried hard to hold back his laughter.
"Sir, they usually only steal petty things, and this time they've taught them a severe lesson."
The young police officer put in a good word for the bullies in the cell and spoke to the boss who had just nearly dug his own grave.
The bully had been in society for so long that he naturally had good eyesight. He understood that the young policeman was trying to excuse his gaffe, so he immediately knelt on his knees without saying a word and begged for mercy from Jobtran.
"Sir, please let me go. I am a poor man with old parents and young children.
"If you are out there, you are just smearing lard and blinding your heart. This is also for the sake of living."
The bully boss's loud and impressive performance made Job Tran so angry that he said with a smile,
"Come on, who among us doesn't know these two sentences
Write your letter of repentance carefully.
Mouse, come out for a moment. I have something to talk to you about."
The mouse that had been lying on the ground copying a letter of repentance raised its head. The mouse that had been tied up in the trash can saw clearly the moves that Jobtran used to subdue the fat man and the monkey.
Looking back, I feel that this is not something that an ordinary person can do.
The mouse glanced at Jobtran, his eagle-like eyes, clear and sharp.
The mouse couldn't help but stand up trembling, and asked unconfidently,
"Sir, what is the important matter for you to talk to me about?"
The panic made the mouse's voice tremble unconsciously, just like his nickname, cowardly as a mouse.
Joe Boutrang shook his head.
"It's a small matter. Come out and discuss it in detail."
Jobtran turned and looked at the young policeman, who immediately took out the key and opened the door of the cell.
"Come out, you are free, but you have to obey the adults' arrangements, understand?"
The young policeman said with his hands on his hips in an arrogant manner.
The mouse nodded timidly. At this time, the bullies cast envious eyes at him. The mouse no longer had to copy those damn letters of apology.
"My Lord, do you need a bodyguard?"
The fat man asked tentatively.
"Do you think I need it?"
Joet Brown replied with a smile.
"Let's go."
Jobtran patted the mouse's shoulder gently and walked ahead.
The two men walked from the dark cell area to the office area in front, and under the guidance of the young police officer, Jobtran led the mouse into a small room alone.
"Do you know why I asked you to come?"
Jobtran crossed his legs, placed his hands on his knees, and leisurely drank the Icelandic black tea brought in by the young policeman.
"No, no, no, I don't know."
The mouse still stuttered and spoke timidly.
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to cause trouble for you, I just need a tour guide.
A tour guide who is familiar with the whole of Iceland, and I learned by chance that you should be the most familiar person here, so are you willing
Of course, this is paid.
I'll be staying for about six more days, and I need you to stay with me the whole time. How about I give you 100 Icelandic Krona per day
From what I understand, this amount should be enough for you to live a worry-free life for a month.”
Jobtran said calmly.
"One hundred Icelandic kronor a day?! The average tour guide only gets thirty kronor a day?"
The mouse stuck its head out in surprise and answered with its eyes wide open.
“True, but regular tour guides don’t take me where I want to go.”
Jobtran gave the mouse a meaningful look and answered.
“Is it some place where the local government won’t let us in?”
the mouse asked curiously.
"No. I can go to those places if I want to, but I want to go to a dangerous place with no one.
The Blue Lagoon and Hell's Eye are places that make your scalp tingle and your skin tingle.
All you need to do is take me there and then wait for me to explore on my own.
How about a hundred kroner a day?"
The mouse gritted its teeth after hearing this, and seemed to be struggling between reason and greed in its mind.
He suddenly raised his head, looked directly into the pair of eyes that frightened him, and then asked Jobtran,
“The Blue Lake is fine, but the Eye of Hell, that’s a cursed volcano, I don’t dare go there.
unless..."
Before the mouse finished speaking, Jobtran interrupted him and said confidently,
"One hundred and twenty crowns, fixed price."
The mouse shook his head and said carefully,
“My Lord, this is not about money.
I wonder why you want to go to the Eye of Hell?"
"Because I am a believer in the Holy Light."
Jobtran stretched out his hand, in which a ball of warm holy light condensed, and handed it to the mouse.
The mouse saw Jobtran's performance in front of him, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and asked,
"Sir, is this magic?"
"No, you can touch it and see."
After saying that, Jobtran gently blew towards the holy light in his hand.
The small ball formed by holy light floated in front of the mouse, and the mouse stretched out his hands curiously.
At first, he just timidly pointed with his finger, and when he found that the holy light was real, he gently held the holy light in his hand.
Under Jobtran's manipulation, this ball of holy light successively transformed into the shapes of a butterfly, a pansy, and a giant.
"So, does Holy Light really exist?"
The mouse said stupidly.
This ball of holy light finally turned into wisps of light and dissipated in the air, and the mouse no longer asked any questions.
"Putting aside the question of whether the Holy Light exists, you have personally felt the power of the Holy Light. You should understand that those who wield the power of the Holy Light are not bad people. Now, are you willing to be my tour guide?"
Joe Butran asked again patiently.
"Okay, but can you let me take a short detour before I leave with you so I can go back and see my old mother
I think she was very worried after not seeing me for a day."
;The mouse made a request to Jobtran that was not too unreasonable.
After hearing this, Joe Butran nodded slightly and then stood up.
"Are we leaving now?"
asked Joe Butran.
After hearing this, the mouse did not directly answer Jobutran's question, but looked Jobutran up and down.
The mouse shook his head.
"Sir, you will die if you walk like this halfway. Please come with me to buy some supplies."
"Oh? Why?"
asked Joe Butran in some surprise.
He was very confident in his skills, and some ordinary adventures were not difficult for him at all.
“Iceland, Iceland, but actually the temperature changes in Iceland are beyond the imagination of ordinary people, especially those dangerous places that adults want to go.
The Blue Lake is located in the southwest of the island, but the mountains there have long been covered with snow and ice since ancient times.
The water in the lake smells of sulfur all year round, and it is an ominous place.
The Eye of Hell that you mentioned, sir, should be the Katla volcano in the south. The air wafting from there is poisonous. Going close to it without any precautions is no different from losing your life.
Although adults may be able to handle these problems, I can’t.”
After saying that, the mouse smiled bitterly.
"It's okay. How much does it cost to buy equipment for two people?"
Jobtran replied frankly.
"Gas masks, fireproof clothing, some basic cold-resistant clothing, heat-resistant clothing, tools for outdoor survival, tents, backpacks, and food supplies, etc. All together, it should cost about 100 kronor."
The mouse answered honestly.
After hearing the mouse's eloquent words, Jobtran realized that the money could not be saved, so he took out two hundred kronor from his pocket and handed it to the mouse.
"Buy supplies at the best level, and consider the rest as your tip."
The mouse took the money and hid it carefully in his arms.
"Don't try to play tricks on me, okay? I believe that as long as you are still on this island, I can get you out no matter what."
Jobtran gave the mouse a little verbal warning to keep him from having any inappropriate thoughts.
The mouse patted his chest and answered Jobtran confidently,
“My lord, don’t worry.
I still have a sense of contract. "
“Well, then go shopping.
I will be staying at the Ice Flame Bar tonight. You can meet me at the bar tomorrow morning at nine o'clock with your supplies."
The mouse bowed to Joet Brown when he heard this.
Jobtran waved his hand casually and left the small room whistling.
The young constable saw Joet Brown and respectfully said farewell, but Joet Brown didn't care at all.
"I'll come tomorrow morning and remind you Director not to leave."
Jobtran left these words before leaving, and Mouse held the two hundred Icelandic kronor tightly with a heavy heart.
"Lucky guy, that's a man with a higher status than our director. Don't mess up the task he gave you."
The young policeman admonished the mouse enviously.
"must."
The mouse replied with a firm look in his eyes.
Compared to the invisible elves, the holy light that he could touch with his own hands made him feel the magic of the world more.
——
"Stranger, you're back. Have you had dinner?"
When Joe Butler opened the door of the Ice Flame Bar, the female bartender Bertha saw Joe Butler at a glance and greeted him.
“Not yet. I’ve been wandering around the streets for a while. Do you have anything delicious left for me
Please, nothing like rotten shark meat."
Jobtran sat down at the bar without any hesitation and asked Bertha directly.
“Hahaha, it looks like you’ve already eaten the worst food on our island.
I can make you some fish and chips if you want."
Bertha laughed twice, and her majestic chest swayed up and down as she laughed.
Several drinkers were dazzled by this.
"Hooray for normal and free cuisine."
Joe Butran playfully put his hands to his face and clapped them.
"Okay, there aren't many customers right now anyway, just wait a moment."
After Bertha finished speaking, she turned and went to the kitchen.
Joe Butran sat alone at the bar, looking at a group photo on the wine rack.
In the photo, young Bertha is full of happy smiles, with her arm around a handsome man and a cute little boy standing next to her.
Joe Butran couldn't help but stare at the photo in a trance.
"When will a man like me, wandering around, be able to start a family
No, what qualifications do I have to start a family? "
Jobtran thought to himself.
Then he lowered his head sadly.
"What are you thinking about?"
Bertha brought up the freshly fried fish and chips from the kitchen on a small plate.
As an emotionally sensitive woman, Bertha noticed Jobtran's loss.
"Nothing, just some emotion. Thank you for the dinner."
Jobtran replied politely.
The golden French fries are sprinkled with a little pepper powder, and the fried fish is coated with egg batter. The crispy and delicious cod meat still retains its freshness after frying.
Jobtran finished his dinner with great enjoyment.
"By the way, you haven't finished answering the questions this morning."
Joe Butran wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully with a tissue and asked Bertha.
"A mysterious incident?"
Bertha showed a sense of worry and was somewhat uneasy.
"Yeah. Something that's not on the police record."
Jobtrand took all the change from his pocket and handed it to Bertha.
Bertha took it and bit her lip.
"Missing children case."
"Oh? Tell me about it?"
Joet Brown replied seriously.
“In Iceland, disappearance is a common occurrence, especially of outsiders.
They like to explore those dangerous places, and many people are not well prepared and stay in those dangerous places forever.
There are very few cases of missing locals because we all know where we should go and where we shouldn't go.
The case of missing children has been a pain in the hearts of Icelanders for many years, and it is also a topic that people avoid talking about. "
As Bertha spoke, she began to cry.
"Calm down first, you have guests here."
Joe Butran hurriedly comforted him.
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper."
Bertha answered after wiping away her falling tears with her sleeve.
"Bertha! Bring the wine!"
The drinker sitting nearby shouted.
"Okay! Here we go."
Bertha responded, then gave Joet Brown an apologetic look.
"Then I'll go upstairs first."
After saying this, Joe Butran went up the stairs on his own.
When I opened the door with the key given by Bertha, I saw that the interior looked very warm.
The walls were covered in wallpaper painted with little bears, and in the corner there were some building block toys neatly boxed.
A handmade wooden pony was placed next to the bed.
All the signs indicate that the owner of this room should be the little boy in the family photo.
The room had been tidied up by Bertha. There was not much dust on any of the items, and the bed was replaced with new bedding.
"It seems that her story is not simple."
Jobtran said to himself.
Joet Brown lay down on the bed and began to connect the clues in his mind.
Clues such as the missing children case, Bertha's son, the Eye of Hell, Beiou mythology, the Blue Lake, and the spirits of nature all formed pieces in his mind, but a few key pieces of the puzzle were missing.
"The son was missing, and the husband went out to look for him, then he stepped into a dangerous place and never came back?"