Smelting everything from pirates

Chapter 592 The Webster Family
"What have they become?" Barrett asked, looking at the fearful and nervous old man in front of him.

The old man firmly grasped the wine glass in his hand, then took another deep sip, and continued: "Although I didn't climb into the cave on the island to take a look at those things, my father is killing those things. After some monsters, they did crawl out with a corpse. Fish scales and terrifying fish heads grew out of those corpses. The rod-like thing looks very disgusting, just the smell from their bodies is enough to make people sick."

Hearing the description of the old man in front of him, Barrett could imagine in his heart that what he was talking about should be a kind of murloc. Unexpectedly, in the cave on this island, a group of humans mutated into murlocs.

In the past, Barrett wanted to look for Innsmouth, but he couldn't find it, but now there is a new Innsmouth here.

"Does Gloria know about her relationship with Ms. Grant?" Barrett looked at the old man and asked a new question.

This old man was very strange. Regarding his own description, Barrett didn't even have any fear, but he could only sigh in his heart that Barrett from New York really had seen the world.

"Gloria no longer knows about herself and Ms. Grant, but I heard that you often travel to Europe with her. Don't you find something special about her?"

In the past, Barrett and Gloria did cooperate in selling bootleg alcohol, but all the killings and attacks at that time were done by Barrett and his killers.

The most important thing for Gloria is to provide enough ships and store bootleg wine. Other combat matters are not included in Gloria's responsibilities.

So Barrett could only shake his head looking at the old man.

The old man in front of him was drinking more and more. Barrett had already poured 3 or 4 glasses into his glass, and each glass of wine here was more than one liter.

Basically, the old man took a wine glass, poured it down, and drank more than a liter of wine.

I don't know why the sailor in front of me drank so much.

Seeing the old sailor staggering as if he was about to pass out, Barrett could only stand up from the table, looked at the old man in front of him, and said, "Old man, let's talk about today. Come here, I will find you again when I have time."

The old man raised a finger and seemed to want to speak, but Barrett helped him leave the warehouse.

When closing the door of the warehouse, Barrett looked back at the door above the warehouse, and found a faint number 36.

When Barrett rented this warehouse before, he didn't find out that this warehouse was No. 36 warehouse.

Perhaps it is because this warehouse is the largest compared to other warehouses.

After sending the old man away, Barrett sat alone in the warehouse, sorting out the books while recalling what the old man told him.

In fact, apart from what was recorded in the books, many things the old man said did not have much logic.

But Barrett, who has the fruit of language, can hear some hidden meanings from his words without much logic.

There may be a very deep secret in this black water island.

Before coming to Heishui Island, Barrett did not conduct too much investigation on this island. After all, he felt that he already knew this island very well.

However, Barrett's self-righteous understanding is actually only acquainted with a few people on Blackwater Island, and even Ms. Grant had never heard of it at the time.

Now that I think about it, this Heishui Island must have a very long history, at least hundreds of years old.

Raising his head and looking at the dim yellow incandescent lamp above his head, Barrett sank into deep thoughts, thinking about whether to enter the third floor of the villa again.

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new York.

Wentworth Office.

This is one of the most powerful detective firms in New York, and Edward Pierce is the contracted detective of this detective firm.

Just waking up from the hangover on the sofa, Edward felt a headache and brain fever. It was the phone on the desk that woke Edward up.

Staggeringly, he walked to the desk, picked up the wine glass that was placed on the desk, and drank two gulps of the half-drunk wine glass.

Feeling sober.

"Ding ding ding..." The phone kept ringing on the table, and Edward picked up the phone on the table blankly.

The current telephone still uses the format of a handset and a microphone, which looks like two speakers.

"Hello, this is Edward Pierce"

"Hi, Mr. Pierce, I'm Lucy Field, a detective from Wentworth's office. I heard that Mr. Pierce has rarely received new cases recently."

"Those cases are of no value to me."

"But we can let our Wendt Huazi office pay you, can't we?"

Lucy on the other end of the phone said, after a moment of silence, Edward said, "I'll take care of it."

After saying this, Edward hung up the phone. In the past week, people have often made such calls to warn Edward.

After drinking the wine on the table, Edward heard another knock on the door outside.

With a calm face, he walked to the door, opened the door and saw an old man outside.

The old man walked in staggeringly, holding a book in his arms, and wrinkled his nose, looking very uncomfortable.

"I was introduced to come here by a person I respect very much, but I didn't expect to come to a den of alcoholics."

"Sir, if you don't like it, you can just leave."

"Boy, don't you know me? How dare you say such things to me."

Edward filled his glass with disdain, and after taking a few sips, he turned to look at the old man and said, "Stephen Webster, the most famous philanthropist and entrepreneur in New York , as well as artists and collectors, I don’t think you have come to me for what?”

At this time, Stephen put a book in his arms in front of Edward, looked at the detective in front of him and said.

"I want to entrust you to investigate my daughter. She has been missing for a long, long time."

"Grant Webster, that's a big shot, the most famous artist and painter in New York. Many people put her and the novelist Barrett together as the greatest American artist in the 20th century."

Edward pulled out one of his own books, which was signed by Barrett.

Stephen Webster sat down on a nearby, clean stool.

Looking at Stephen in front of him, Edward glanced at the newspaper on the table a few years ago and said: "Grant Webster, I heard that she drew a lot of weird things, and many people commented on the newspaper, that The woman has become a lunatic, although I don't know if it's true or not, but I don't know why you came to me, sir?"

At this time, Stephen Webster opened the book in his arms in front of Edward, and at the same time pointed to the illustrations on the book and said.

"I want you to take a closer look at the illustrations on these books."

After drinking all the wine in the glass, Edward leaned in front of Webster, looked down at the illustrations in this book, frowned and said.

"These are some horrible portraits. No wonder people think your daughter is a lunatic. I remember that this book was written by Barrett called God's Sin. This book is the best-selling book among Barrett's books. Poor, but also the favorite of many scientists. But I don’t remember that Grant and Barrett have collaborated on this, did you put it up yourself?”

"Yes."

Looking at Edward in front of him, Stephen Webster had some headaches. After all, the detective in front of him really liked to drink too much.

I don't know if this gentleman whom I respect, a very respected detective, can solve the matter in front of me.

"Many years ago, my daughter lived alone in Heishui Island. You should know that my wife and I have no children. My daughter was adopted by me, but 10 years ago, she was alone. Living on Heishui Island, I have never been in touch with us, but some paintings were passed to New York. At that time, many people slandered my daughter and said she was crazy. I want to entrust you to solve this matter, and To restore our family's honor."

Edward looked at the old man in front of him without much expression on his face.

Seeing Edward like this, Stephen took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote down a series of numbers at the same time and said: "People who have reached my age don't have much opinion on money anymore, as long as you can Fix this and I'll pay you 10 times that amount."

(End of this chapter)