The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

When Sebas took the initiative to get up and go to open the door, a moment later, the figure of Albert Drum still appeared in front of Alok's eyes.

Although Alok was a little reluctant and was thinking about having lunch, he still frowned slightly and pointed to the sofa and said:

"Please take a seat."

It seemed that Albert Drum's face still bore traces of fatigue and running around, and it was obvious that these three days had not been easy at all.

He was wearing a morning coat that was more suitable for visiting other people's homes, but with his weathered face, he really didn't look like a gentleman.

Alok poured him a cup of hot tea, leaned on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and asked directly without any politeness:

"How about the commission? Has my brother been found?"

Albert Drum showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, sat down opposite Elok, shook his head and replied helplessly:

"Unfortunately, Mr. Phasma, I didn't find any information about your brother Jack Phasma. But I found some other information about drugs."

"Okay, okay. It seems that it will be difficult for me to give you the remaining commission money. But I want to hear what you have investigated in the past few days. I have to give it to my parents." Alok was a little careless and pretended. said with a frown.

He leaned forward and stared into Albert Durham's eyes. To make myself look more serious.

"Although Sir Albert Drum failed to find my brother, I will not be stingy if the results of your investigation are satisfactory to me." Elok continued.

Albert Drum smiled bitterly, looked at Alok, and seemed to understand what he meant.

It seems like he's in a good mood, but that's not what he looks like on the surface.

Maybe this is the fight between brothers.

Maybe his brother was dead after all, maybe it was the man in front of him who killed him.

Although this is bloody enough, it is not impossible.

On the contrary, within a noble family, at least ten times more noble children died in internal fighting than in the war with the Kebuli Empire.

He thought about the gold coins he might get, and smiled bitterly again and said:

"Of course. This is also a statement of my work. I am not a liar who sits still and collects money. I still have certain results. It is necessary to report the investigation results to the employer."

He didn't move the tea cup in front of him, just looked at it, and then stated the results of the three days of investigation:

"Within three days, I went to the tough guy bar you mentioned, Mr. Phasma, and investigated many times, but I never found any news about your brother Jack Phasma. But I did find a lot of drug addicts there. personnel."

"I really wouldn't know if I didn't investigate. Recently, there have been a lot more drug abuse over there in the port and in the slums."

"Most of them are the dregs of society who have nothing to do. It's a pity that there is no news about your brother among them. They have never even heard of such a person."

"Not by physical description, not by name. None."

Alok nodded after hearing this and asked tentatively: "Then have you investigated the source of the drugs and the purchasing channels?"

"I just want to say. I have been investigating this issue for a while, but as you know, I can only find the last drug dealer at most. I asked someone to squat for two days, but your brother was never there." Albert De Ram's hand stroked helplessly in the air, and he said helplessly.

"It just so happens that there is a drug dealer in the Tough Guy Bar. It is a gathering place for all kinds of news and all kinds of dirty things. There is everything. But there is no news about Mr. Jack Phasma."

He sighed: "It seems like he hid it very deeply."

Afterwards, he took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, took out a cigarette, and prepared to light it.

But then he remembered that this happened in someone else's house, and it seemed that Mr. Phasma was not a smoker, so he took it back.

He smiled slightly to cover up his embarrassment and said:

"As people get older, they can't change their bad habits. Let's continue."

"As for the problem of drug dealers, apart from the tough guy bars, there are actually quite a few in the ports and slums, so I can't catch every one of them, so the possibility of missing them is very high. But there is no way, you can The commission fee is not enough for me to watch every one, which requires a lot of human resources.”

"Besides, I have other aspects that need to be investigated."

Alok seemed a little interested in this, tapped his fingers and asked:

"What investigation? Let's talk about it."

Albert Drum nodded and said seriously:

"According to my investigation, those addicts are taking a new type of drug called 'Lofida' recently. It is more toxic and highly addictive."

"This is a drug shipped from the Eastern Continent. Since smuggling is quite common, and the cost of shipping is lower, this drug is more precious than the drugs smuggled in from the Kingdom Alliance. Much cheaper.”

"Of course, another important reason is that Luofida is quite stimulating. After taking it, you will feel invincible and have full self-confidence."

"It is very attractive to the depressed and unambitious young people in the slums and Garosan District. It will give them a great sense of self-satisfaction."

"However, Luofida's shortcomings are also quite terrible."

"One is that the arrogance caused by taking drugs will put you in danger of fighting with others."

"Second, excessive use can lead to sudden death due to excessive excitement." He lowered his head slightly and looked up at Alok who was interested.

He smiled slightly and did not continue to speak. He believed that a smart person like Mr. Fasma should be able to understand what he meant.

This is your excuse, enough.

Death caused by excessive use of 'Lofeda'.

Hearing this, Alok sighed deeply, glanced at Albert Durham, and said:

"You are really a professional detective. Thank you for your hard work. I think this information is enough for me to report back."

"Oh, by the way. Can you tell me the names and news of all the drug dealers over there?" Alok asked at last. "It seems that you know something."

Albert Durham pondered for a moment, nodded and said: "Okay, I will give you their names and related information. To be honest, I originally planned to give it to you. Those are the results of the investigation, in my briefcase."

"That's great. This way I have more critical evidence. Thank you very much." Alok said sincerely.

"Please wait for me for a moment." He said politely. Then he stood up and walked to the room upstairs.

A minute later, Alok came down from upstairs and walked towards Albert Durham with a smile on his face.

He handed the five-dollar note in his hand to Albert Durham and said:

"Although you failed to complete the commission, you also spent a lot of effort. This is what you deserve."

Albert Durham took the note a little flattered and said politely: "You are really a generous employer. I thought you were not going to give me the remaining commission money."

He did not expect the generosity of Mr. Phasma. Although he did not give 10 gold coins, which was the money that could only be given after completing the commission, 5 gold coins was also unexpected.

He put away the money, then took out the materials he had prepared just now and gave them all to Alok. Said:

"This is all the materials for the commission. Including those drug-addicted hooligans and most of the drug dealers. Although it is not complete, this is all that can be found in three days."

"No problem, thank you again. Mr. Albert Durham. I will come to you again if there is a chance. Your professionalism is admirable." Alok said a few polite words.

Then, after the two of them exchanged a few more polite words, Albert Durham said goodbye and left, and Alok asked Sebas to see him out the door.

He flipped through the materials page by page. Let them be imprinted in his mind. Then he can reproduce it yesterday.

When Sebas came back, Alok had finished flipping through all the materials, and handed the materials in his hand to Sebas, saying:

"The Hard Man Bar at Pier 3. Give it to a man with blue hair who likes to wear a gentleman's suit. His name is Roger, but I am not sure if he is called this name now. I must hand it to him personally."