I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

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 in a majestic voice, "Ford, I said I would never see any visitors today."

"It's not the guests, it's the little bastards wandering around the Woods."

Ford, the butler in a black suit, explained with a smile in the gentlest 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 be asking for money. You built such a beautiful neighborhood for them. 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 his 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 have also gone 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 insignificant little things.

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' union will naturally collapse.

In particular, many workers rely on this job to support their families, and workers who have lost their source of income are no better than beggars.

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

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.

Ever since he was old and often sick, 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 becoming the so-called transcendent can he be saved.

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

Moreover, if he wants to achieve excellence 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 will be deprived after working hard for half his life.

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, and this time he will step onto a wider stage.

Thinking of this, Morton Henry almost smiled.

But 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 in his heart for no reason.

"Official transactions with these extraordinary people must be extremely careful."

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."

Butler Ford is very experienced in arranging all travel preparations before eight o'clock.

"Go down."

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

Even the closest people around him should not disclose such a shady transaction, let alone send his men to participate in the transaction.

When everything was ready and he was about to set off, 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 it."

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, the district police officer whom Morton knew and had a good relationship with, but the other party now had a serious face and pretended not to know him at all.

The other two are unfamiliar faces, but judging from the sun police badge on the shoulders and arms, 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 are by no means small.

And the one standing last was not wearing a police uniform but a low-key black overcoat. He exuded a dangerous aura all over his body, and a pair of sharp eyes that 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 and come with us."

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

Moreover, the police were dispatched to question me based on an anonymous report. Is this not in compliance with the rules? "

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

The police officer blocking the door smiled sarcastically: "Should you 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 so. "

"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 his command never failed to do things cleanly. Unless he saw it with his own eyes, he would never describe it so accurately.

It happened 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.

The sudden rush of blood made his heart beat faster, and his mind began to be filled with crazy thoughts.

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

It's just that the last unattractive man in the black windbreaker in the police group in front of him raised his jaw slightly and cast a cold gaze.

In the depths of those ancient well-free eyes, it was like a bottomless deep sea vortex, flashing sharply at a certain 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 up the clothes.

So the revolver covered 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:

"And now, Mr. Morton Henry, you are under arrest."

...

As the night fell, the pale blue moonlight shone on the street painter in black casual clothes. 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 sources of intelligence.

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

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

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

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

It was a letter of accusation 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 peeking into the tragedy, because he was really afraid that he had to deliver it anonymously.

In order to be sure, Tu Fu sent three letters of report written in advance to different police stations, one of which was even sent directly to the Municipal Police Department.

Presumably, the time difference between the police dispatch and consultation is enough to hold back that "kind-hearted" Mr. Morton.

As for Tu Fu,

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

Mings 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 chimneys stood on the roof tiles, and there was a fragrance of alcohol in this pub.

As soon as you open the door, you can feel the noise and heat waves coming.

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

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

In the dim environment, people are holding wooden wine glasses to drink, 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 simple catwalk stage seemed to be the center of attention of the audience, and several hot performance girls danced a large-scale dance around the steel pipe.

The spectators threw variable amounts of banknotes 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 5.0 visual acuity, 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 Tuo is the prototype of early leggings.

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

It even completely shuts out gentlemen like Tu Fu.

When Tu Fu came, the smile on his mouth had completely disappeared, and he whispered: "The emergence 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 the Landis 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 by the emergence of private clothing such as black silk, tube top, and hollow in this conservative era.

Then, the chain of underwear stores, brand effects, special magazines, models and catwalks and other industrial chains blossomed in an all-round way.

The brand name is Victoria... No, do you know the secret of Touf Capet?

"Centuries ago, I would have been tied to the stake and burned to death with Miss Witch."

With guilt in his heart, Tu Fu begged God to forgive him for his bold idea.

"Hey, is that... Grace?"

From the corner of his eye, he happened to glance at 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: "2p for rum, 5p for rye, and 1 poor for Volt. Perhaps, what you need more is a glass of sweet milk beer."

As soon as these words came out, the regulars of 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 glass of rum, thank you."

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 the bartender was recruiting here. ?”

Without waiting for the other party to speak, he carefully recalled the connection 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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