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

It was May, and it was the hot season.

Despite the scorching summer weather, the enthusiasm of the citizens of Leeds to go out on weekends was hard to stop. Unfortunately, the poor planning of the route by the Transport Department made the road a mess, and the dense traveling carriages and steam cars blocked the road.

On this rare rest day, Mrs. Winster proposed a new satchel as a gift, making Miss Sophie selectively forget the unpleasantness of last night, and went shopping with her aunt early in the morning.

Come to think of it, the method of "packaging" and curing all diseases can be effective in any era.

"I should go too."

After silently memorizing the time and location of the transaction in the advertisement corner of the "Leeds Daily", Tu Fu simply put on a black uniform and a brim hat and went out directly.

The main purpose of his travel plan is to expand the monitoring map of Leeds, and by the way, investigate the identity of the buyers he has seen in the monitoring.

Even from the perspective of cost performance, it is absolutely unwise to advertise low-income job recruitment in a newspaper with a huge advertising fee.

In the special transaction process that was captured by monitoring in the alley last time, both parties who met both covered their faces in an attempt to conceal their identities, which showed that this transaction was extremely unusual.

What's more, an innocent person died.

"Even the way of telling the time and place is so complicated, it is certain that the goods are at least invisible."

Tu Fu secretly pondered to extrapolate to this aspect.

The other party mentioned that it was related to the extraordinary, but the government strictly prohibited the circulation of related items on the market in the name of disturbing social order for items related to occultism in memory.

This made him equally interested in this transaction involving transcendence.

After going out, Tu Fu stood on the bus platform as usual, waiting for the arrival of the punk horse-drawn train.

Of course, he can also choose an independent car, and enjoy high-quality car service without stopping or crowding people.

The price of an independent means of transportation is three times that of a "horse-drawn train", and it is even more expensive than taking a taxi before.

As for taking the airship to the destination, let alone a limousine class, it is not a good choice for the cash-strapped Tu Fu.

Until the giant iron beast came with its horseshoes, even if it was witnessed again, it would still be shocking.

"Cross Street, Woodborough."

Tu Fu told the coachman this street he was not familiar with.

This was the address he secretly wrote down when he used surveillance to track down the mysterious buyer. The address was a little far away from Leeds Comprehensive College, and it happened to be outside the surveillance range.

"8 kilometers, a total of 6 pence." The driver gave a precise answer, adding 1 pence per kilometer after the starting distance after three kilometers.

"certainly."

Tu Fu nodded with a smile, and stretched out his fair arm to pay the ticket seller from his already meager wallet.

After getting in the car, Tu Fu carefully covered his pockets to make sure that the banknotes were still there, and showed a poor and satisfied smile.

"At least I still have my hard-earned 3 crowns."

It was the familiar bumpy road again. Fortunately, Tu Fu has gradually gotten used to this rhythm.

And he discovered a little trick for riding, as long as he keeps the same shaking frequency as the carriage on bumpy roads, he can overcome the problem of motion sickness very well.

Sure enough, the small beauty in life lies in careful discovery.

...

Cross Street in the Wood District.

This neighborhood in the northwest of Leeds is close to a remote location on the outskirts of the city.

In my memory, it was specially used by the municipality as a base camp for refugees and homeless people in the past few years. The crime rate reached an astonishingly high level, and it is the most notorious community in Leeds.

However, although the urban construction that Tu Fu saw when he arrived was not as prosperous as the Central Avenue, it was also well-equipped overall.

It was a rest day, and the street was also very lively. After getting off the car, Tu Fu heard the cries of the shops next to the street one after another.

"Chestnuts, the sweetest chestnuts in Leeds."

"Freshly baked Eivor pie, delicious and crispy."

"Delicious charcoal-grilled fish that will bite off your tongue. It is a hundred times more delicious than piranhas. It is a signature product of Liz."

"Fangsheng Church brand drinking water is worthy of your trust."

Businesses, large and small, are selling their products loudly on this festive day.

And don't forget the tradition, what the church has done.

In the lively crowd, the residents of this district always touch their purses habitually when they see some unfamiliar faces. Tu Fu also learned to carefully cover his pockets from time to time, watching the pedestrians passing by vigilantly...even though he has nothing money.

The Wood District has never been short of pickpockets and swindlers who fish in troubled waters. Just as he saw, there were several unlucky people who had their pockets ripped open and their wallets easily stolen.

According to Tu Fu's previous monitoring, the main members of the begging and theft groups in the city came from this area, especially the children who looked sallow and emaciated.

They all carried out the theft in an organized and planned way, and finally all concentrated in the hands of a certain leader.

Obviously these people come from the control of some street organization.

To make matters worse, begging organizations even cut off their limbs and pretended to be disabled to win sympathy.

In my memory, after Baia launched several wars against neighboring countries in recent years, a large number of refugees flooded in, causing many families to be torn apart, and due to inadequate policies or other reasons, countless children were homeless.

These people are either begging or stealing, and they have been living on the streets like this.

Until one day the body was found in a stinking ditch, just like what happened in that alley.

"If I didn't have the protection of the Winster family, maybe I would be one of them."

Tu Fu has always been grateful for this. Compared with the lonely boy who was the original owner, as an adult, he knows that the Winster family's attitude towards him, an outsider, is good enough.

After nearly half an hour's journey, Tu Fu's eyes stopped at a snow-white three-story single-family house.

32 Cross Street.

That was the buyer's address, as I remembered it, and the address he was referring to was this upscale home stamped with the "Morton" surname.

"Today is the day of the transaction, he should at least go out and get the money."

Tu Fu was sure that the buyer would show up, so he decided to sit on a park seat not far away.

While contemplating, he caught a glimpse of an elderly man wearing a gray-white jacket and gray temples lying on the seat next to him.

"How many times do I have to say, overnight stays are not allowed here." A short man in the uniform of the city management office growled fiercely at the old gentleman.

"Ahem... I understand what you said."

The old man's physical condition was very poor, and the continuous coughing sound made him look very painful.

After struggling to get up, he took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, but he couldn't light the match because of his trembling palms. The black smoke of saltpeter paper rose again and again and then went out again and again.

"Maybe let me try."

At this time, a white palm next to him took the matchbox, rubbed the two dexterous fingers lightly, and lit the saltpeter paper, and the crumpled cigarette butt ignited red dots.

"Thank you...thank you for your kindness."

The old gentleman nodded politely to the strange young man, who was Tu Fu who witnessed this incident. .

"You're welcome."

Tu Fu nodded slightly, "No rest is allowed here?"

"They always say that homeless people will affect the appearance of the Wood District in Leeds." The old man repeated this sentence for countless times, "but I don't understand what is worth affecting here."

"I remember that it was not like this a few years ago." In Tu Fu's memory, there was no cityscape in the Wood District, and it was already very strenuous just to survive.

The old gentleman who was lighting a cigarette raised his trembling fingers, "This has something to do with the owner of that house."

Tu Fu looked in the direction, and it happened to be the mansion of the mysterious buyer. He admired it from the bottom of his heart:

"It looks really luxurious."

"The Morton family is a well-known real estate developer in the Wood District, and this is just an insignificant property owned by his family." The old man's face wrinkled slightly, and he squeezed out a smile.

"I guess he must be very rich." Tu Fu pretended to be surprised.

"Of course, Mr. Morton is the most famous businessman in this area, and most of the land development rights for the entire Cross Street are in his hands."

The old man bit his cigarette holder and took a puff of smoke with difficulty, "It's hard for you to imagine what kind of person he is, rich, shrewd, benevolent, these are just the labels attached to him by the outside world, and these praises are far less than his A heart of gold."

Real estate developer, no wonder he is so rich... Tu Fu said without hesitation: "Can we talk? This may help my recent academic investigation on Wood District."

The old man rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, "I'm actually a little busy now..."

"I can totally understand that."

Seeing the embarrassment of the other party, Tu Fu thought for a while and took the initiative to buy some pies and a pack of cigarettes from a nearby vendor, and handed them to the old man who lived in poverty, "This is as compensation for wasting time .”

"You can call me Old John, and you can ask me anything about the Wood District. I grew up here since I was a child, and I am definitely the kindest person in this area. I am happy to help you."

Old John had a smile on his face, very satisfied with the "sensible" approach of this enthusiastic young man.

During the conversation, Tu Fu learned that Old John is now a laid-off worker, and was expelled as a typical example because he participated in the parade organized by the Workers' Union.

Of course, there are laid-off workers like him all over Leeds.

For the workers at the bottom, a serious illness, an injury, or an accident at any time is enough to make a happy family fall from heaven to hell in an instant.

"You must know that the Wood District was previously used by the government as a refugee area for refugees and homeless people. There are refugees from abroad, criminals fleeing here, and some street organizations. Nothing is more troublesome than this damn outsider."

"I can understand."

Tu Fu is very touched by this. The large population migration from other countries naturally seizes the living space of the local people, and it is very normal to be hostile to each other.

"But since Mr. Morton Henry and some investors came here, many things have changed, earth-shaking changes.

Just like what they promised everyone, they want to completely solve the poverty problem here.

After demolishing all the refugee camps with very gentle means, they obtained land development and use rights from the government and resettled the refugees.

Later, many factories appeared in the Wood District, schools were built and hospitals were built. After the road was paved, buses were even introduced, which is the kind of carriage that you think is full of country bumpkins.

After the number of these posts increased, many people were introduced, and now the buildings in Lianwood District are getting taller and taller.

look,

Even street lamps are installed on both sides of the road, which was something that was unimaginable in the past. "

"I see." Tu Fu has been in Crescent Street for a long time, and he has never experienced the life of the lower class civilians. Naturally, he can't feel the shock of the residents of this community to the huge changes here.

When Old John introduced the changes in urban construction to Tu Fu, his eyes shone with strange brilliance, and he was almost on the verge of tears: "Son, do you think Wood District has gotten better now that Mr. Morton arrived?"

Tu Fu nodded approvingly: "Sounds like a great thing."

"It's really good, really good."

When Old John spoke, his eyes were red and sparkled with crystal clear light.

Although the gray-haired old man in front of him is so tortured by life that he can't even see the next meal and where he will live tonight, it doesn't hinder the pride from his heart when he introduces the area where he grew up to others.

take a look,

what a beautiful city,

This is where I grew up.

Even though I'm not doing well, I'm very happy that my hometown can develop so well.

Perhaps this is the only thing that the little man can show off to others.

A few simple words pierced Tu Fu's heart, and now he felt guilty for trying to plot against the rich gentleman in the house.

"But where did the refugees go?"

Tu Fu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought that the begging children he saw just now did not look like they were placed in a good condition.

Coincidentally, at this moment, a few young beggars on the street stopped at the door of the Morton family's mansion with papers in their hands, and they dared not knock on the door for a long time.

"Ding dong~"

After a while, an older boy hesitated for a long time before mustering up the courage to ring the doorbell.

"Sir, you promised to give us the money."

"It's you again?"

Not long after, a butler-like figure in a suit and swallowtail came out angrily, holding a broom in his hand, as if he was planning to give money.

After opening the door, they chased and beat them, frightening these little beggars to run away.

"Go away, I'll warn you damn bedbugs one last time, don't come within ten miles of 'Morton's house, and I won't let you go if I catch you again."

The housekeeper chased him all the way, until his hand hurt from the beating, and then he opened his mouth and cursed viciously at the backs of the group of beggars.

"Mr. Morton is kind, and he hates poverty the most."

Seeing Tu Fu's surprised gaze, Old John slowly opened his mouth to reveal his stained teeth, looked at the group of poor people who were driven away outside the mansion, and then squeezed out a mocking smile:

"I can't even see the poor."