The salty sea breeze blows, bringing a refreshing breath to the slightly stuffy room.
The deep red in his eyes faded, and Piero Colte opened his eyes immediately.
"This is really an 'unprovoked disaster'. I can actually encounter something extraordinary while sitting at home!"
Affected by his mood, his face immediately became gloomy and he began to check himself.
Almost immediately, Piero saw the crimson "gear" tattoo on the back of his hand that was turning pale, and his expression immediately worsened, as if someone had just stabbed him in the butt.
Then, he saw that the copper navigation compass on the left side of the table had been turned into pieces.
Piero suddenly opened his mouth wide open, angry and anxious.
"It turns out it's you again!"
"Old man, I've only met you a few more times and spoken to you a few more words, but you won't let me go until you die?"
The old man Piero was talking about was someone he met by chance and lived in a beach house. Because he felt that he was very knowledgeable, he came to ask for advice several times.
Then something happened.
The old man turned into a bloated monster in front of him and even wanted to eat him!
Fortunately, he ran fast and the team leader arrived in time, so he saved his life.
Later, he passed a comprehensive inspection and purification and became a civilian employee of "Dawnbreaker". He also roughly understood that the old man was an extraordinary person and became a monster because he lost control.
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But this navigation compass has been checked by the captain and others...
Didn't you say there is no problem? !
Piero thought about it several times before suddenly thinking of a question——
"Should I report this to the captain?"
Then he began to think seriously about the problem.
"Cannot report!"
Piero quickly came to a conclusion.
In the last incident, he stayed in the "Gate of Glory" under the church for two weeks before being released; if he reported this, he would have to wait at least three weeks, or even life imprisonment!
He did not want to do all kinds of dangerous experiments and research under the instructions of the internal enforcers like those wild Extraordinaries who were captured.
"That's it, we'll wait until something goes wrong."
Piero made a decision, picked up the cup of coffee that had cooled down on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.
…
The wind was howling and the rain was pouring. As the waves undulated on the three-masted sailboat, the deep red in Alger Wilson's eyes faded.
He found that he was still standing on the deck. Except that the strange-looking glass bottle had been broken, and except for a dark red hexagonal crystal snowflake pattern in the palm of his hand, there was no difference from before.
Soon he saw that even the pattern on his palm quickly faded and disappeared, seeming to have retracted into the flesh.
"I really don't know if this is a blessing or a curse..."
Alger remained silent for several minutes with a sullen face, then turned and walked towards the entrance of the cabin.
…
At noon, after lunch, Valila began to learn social dancing with etiquette teacher Vahana.
In the hall where hundreds of guests can dance, the two hugged each other and danced.
Wahana stepped on the slightly stiff men's dance steps, guiding Valila to move on the dance floor while correcting her movements.
Valela, who was in a complicated mood, was determined to learn the men's dance steps when the dance teaching was about to end while learning the women's dance steps.
When Valila was learning to dance, two people in Tingen were reading the letters she had sent.
Harold Joestar, the outstanding police officer and conscientious "criminal", was sitting in a cafe on Stephen Street, eating lunch and reading over the letters he had received in the morning.
"Mr. Harold Joestar:"
"You must be quite surprised to receive my letter."
"I think, seeing this, you should have guessed who I am."
"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't. I will give you a very obvious clue, enough for you to get the correct answer - that night, that woman."
"What I want to say is that I can help you find a better job in Backlund, one with more prospects than a police officer or even a sergeant. I really hope you can come here as soon as possible."
"The address is No. 67 Williams Street, Backlund, West District."
"Remember, I need you and I'm waiting for you."
There is no signature on the signature.
This ambiguous letter looked like a love letter, but it made Harold feel anxious.
He knew very well who sent him this letter, and he also knew that the ambiguous tone and discussion tone in the letter came from someone outside Hulong.
"That woman... her intention is very obvious, she wants me to go to Backlund, there is no need to discuss it!"
Harold thought about it again and again, and felt that he still had to go.
"Fortunately, that woman doesn't seem too bad. She did help me a lot. She seems to need help now, so it's only right for me to repay her."
"well--"
He sighed and took advantage of his lunch break to drive back to the police station in Jinwutong District and came to the office of his superior, Inspector Toler.
"What? You want to resign?!"
After Inspector Toller understood his purpose, he stood up with a pat on his bulging beer belly and spat out in excitement, "You will be promoted to sergeant this year. I have given your name, do you know?!" "
Harold was silent for a moment and then replied:
"Thank you for your support, but I really have a reason to resign."
"What's the reason?" Inspector Toler asked loudly.
Harold did not explain anymore, but took out the letter from Valeera from his pocket and handed it to Inspector Toller.
The office was quiet for a while.
"Is this true?" Inspector Toler's voice became much softer, "Are you sure it's not a scam?"
Harold nodded, "It's true."
"Snapped!"
Inspector Toller's big hand touched Harold's shoulder, making a loud noise.
This kind of force would have shaken an ordinary person at least a little. Harold accepted it without changing his expression.
"Okay, you guy!"
"He actually hooked up with a noble lady without saying a word... Backlund's West End, this is a place where nobles and top wealthy businessmen only live."
"I understand what you're thinking," Inspector Toller patted Harold's shoulder a few more times with his palm. "If this happens to me, well... I have to think about it..."
He handed the letter back to Harold and asked with a "you know" expression:
"How are you? Are you beautiful? Are you old?"
Harold accepted the letter, did not respond to Inspector Toller's expression, and stated the facts in a flat tone, "Very young and beautiful."
"I hope so." Inspector Toller obviously didn't believe it.
He shook his head, sat back on the chair, rummaged through three drawers, and leaked a lot of documents to the bottom. Only then did he find a standard resignation application form. When Harold was picking up the papers, he photographed the table. superior.
"Now that you've thought about it, fill it out."
"The whole process will take at least a week and a maximum of a month."
Harold stood up, put the documents he picked up on the table, picked up the pen beside him, and started filling out the form.
