Chapter 405 Celebrate

"Da da da~" The neat black high-top boots stepped heavily in the mud, lifting the black mud high.

The Hope Island policemen in black uniforms surrounded the Golden Goblin Tavern.

The black and white blockade line was pulled up quickly, and a murderous aura surrounded the deserted pier.

The laborers sitting lazily on the steps stood up one after another, watching the excitement from a distance.

"What's wrong with this?"

"The boss of the golden goblin is selling slaves? Why is the black dog so powerful?"

"I don't know, but looking at it like this, his evidence is not light. I think his body may have been hung on the pier for public display. Since the director was changed, this situation has become much less common."

Soon, these laborers saw that some people working in the golden goblin were pinned down by the police.

Their heads were tightly bound, not only their hands were handcuffed, but their feet were also chained. Their bodies shook violently, as if they had seen something extremely frightening.

When everyone was pushed into the car, "Touch!" The white seal directly covered the gate of the golden goblin,

"Cheers! We did a good job this time!" In the special cafeteria of the Bureau, several wine glasses filled with brown beer collided.

Dipper raised his neck and gulped down the drink, then slammed the glass heavily on the table. "readily!!"

While eating rich and delicate food, he laughed and cursed with his subordinates.

Now that the source of the brain-eating ghost has been found, the source has been eliminated, and all those people with bugs have been found out. The rest of the final work is the work of other policemen.

It's just a few bugs. People in other places are easy to deal with. If it doesn't work, they will borrow people from the navy. Anyway, they don't need to worry about such things now.

The mission of the third office is to investigate anomalies. For any anomalies on Hope Island, whether it is a cult offering sacrifices to the Lord of Relics, they only need to find the problem and solve it quickly.

The team members are still discussing what happened today lively.

"My God, did you see it? That bug is really long, I saw seven or eight sticks sticking out from under a woman's skirt!!"

"I'm in my forties, and I haven't seen this kind of thing, and I don't know where these macaroni-like bugs come from. I don't think it's a product of the North Sea. It must be from the South Sea. I heard that That's the place with the most disgusting stuff."

Aliya had just brought the macaroni with tomato sauce to her mouth, and immediately put down the food in her hands when she heard this.

"What do you say such a disgusting thing while eating! Put your feet off the table!!"

An arm with fish scales bumped against her shoulder, and Dipper's flamboyant voice came from the side.

"Alia, don't be so fierce, everyone finally solved such a big matter, now we are resting, we can relax as much as we want."

Aliya turned her head to look at the murloc who was eating meatballs next to her, "Boss, when will your position as director be restored?"

"Recovery? Why do you want to recover? Isn't James doing things much more steadily than me, don't think about those troublesome things." Di Pu looked indifferent.

Alicia didn't think so. "This position is obviously yours. It was you who sent the information before so that we could respond in such a timely manner to resist the attack of the deep divers. As a result, you have not received any rewards, which is a bit unfair to us."

The fins on Di Pu's head rose and fell quickly, "Forget it, I've already been gossiped about staying in three places like this, and if I go back to be the captain again, 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 speaks, who else would dare to object."

"It's really fine. In fact, when I was a bureau chief before, I was forced to be put on the shelf by the captain. I've been impatient for three years. It's still interesting at sea."

Seeing that Di Pu didn't want to argue, Alia sighed helplessly and continued eating 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 think about it. I just want him to take me with him when he goes out to sea. The Narwhal is my home, and the captain's goal is my goal." Dipper raised his glass and poured another glass of beer. go down.

Aliya put down the fork in her hand, took out a cigarette again, put it in her mouth and lit it with a match. She shook the handle of the match in her hand and threw it on the ground.

"Boss, I didn't want to ask this question, but I just don't understand why you must treat him like this. You should live for yourself. You are not his shadow."

"But if the captain hadn't saved me, I might have starved to death in some gutter by now."

"You have taken so many risks with him, and he has long since repaid the favor for saving you."

"Okay, don't talk about it, this is over." Di Pu flipped with one hand, and three dice appeared in front of him, and the expression on his face instantly became excited.

"Guys, it's boring to drink too much! Who will play two games with me?"

Everyone immediately applauded, and the atmosphere that was suppressed by Alia just now rose up.

That night, except for some on duty, everyone else got drunk.

The drunken Dipper was helped out of the car by Alia, and he stumbled towards an exquisite two-story villa.

As soon as the door was pushed open, an unusually messy hall appeared in front of Aliya.

All kinds of lobby stuff that shouldn't be there,

Staggered here and there, including a box of scattered apples, a few books, a piano thrown on the ground, and a few sketchy drawings on the wall.

After looking curiously for a few seconds, she stepped over the knotted window curtain in front of her, and led Di Pu towards the bedroom.

With a "click", the bedroom door was pushed open, and Aliya put the key back on Dipper's waist. Then dragged him to the bed.

"Big and small! I bet three glasses of rum, the big one!!" The murloc suddenly started talking nonsense.

Throwing Dipper forcefully on the bed, Aliya sat on the side panting slightly.

Her eyes could not help looking around. The bedroom was as messy as the hall, and there were a few books on the bedside table next to it.

"Isn't Boss illiterate? Why is he still buying so many books?"

Aliya opened a book at random, only to find that it was actually a textbook for Hope Island School, which was used to recognize words for seven or eight-year-old children.

Some simple parts have been circled with a pen, indicating that the owner of the book has learned.

Immediately afterwards, she opened another book, and the content of this book was different from the last one. There were no words in it at all, and all kinds of explicit illustrations were displayed in front of Alia.