Chapter 285: Mural Clues
"All soaked in the sea?"
"Hmm. ”
"Do those exposed in the air count as land?"
“…… Probably not, Superintendent Garcia. ”
"Damn it!"
The patrolmen gathered and muttered.
California law clearly delineates the ownership of the case, and this is indeed a Coast Guard case, after all, the body of the "murderer" is in their jurisdiction, and the "murder scene" was in the sea at the time.
Han Xuan stood on the shore and smiled from ear to ear, and saw George limping towards him, "What's wrong with you?"
"I was too hard just now, my muscles were strained, just rest for a few days......"
Jason, who was standing waist-high in the water, also laughed, and looked back at the surface of the sea from time to time, the dark blue water was opaque, and who knew what was hidden underneath.
It's all because Steven Spielberg's "Jaws" movie has inspired people's fear of the sea to the fullest.
It is definitely not possible to transport it from the road, the robbers are still waiting for it, Han Xuan walked back, and said in his mouth, "Superintendent Garcia, right? Now it's no longer in your hands."
I would like to donate $5,000 for free to thank you for protecting the local population, for any purpose, as long as you are willing to let us go. ”
"No way, I'm not leaving here today!"
"Well, whoever lets it be the public sea, whatever you want. ”
As Han Xuan spoke, he picked up the mobile phone that had just been thrown on the ground, wiped off the sand and dialed a number, "Steward Elna, please let the captain drive the Big Penguin to the north of Fisherman's Wharf, yes, I don't have the captain's number, remember to ask them to open the refrigerator in advance." ”
The police superintendent was dumbfounded, what else could be done if people didn't go from the land. Looking at the sea monster, he was unwilling, but his mouth was saying, "It's really five thousand dollars? It's time for our police department uniforms to be changed, and some of the equipment is outdated, thank you for your support of the Monterey Town Police Department." ”
"Deal. Han Xuan stretched out his hand and smiled, the other party just shook hands hard. Facing the crowd of onlookers, a painful expression was clearly revealed, and hundreds of people became witnesses of the police superintendent bullying the child
Calculating the time, the Ernner butler should buy something and shouted to Jason: "If they dare to rob, call the police, and report directly to the San Francisco City or the California Police Department!"
"I know!"
There was a bodyguard who needed to go to the hospital for examination, Han Xuan took the other two to the shore of the old pickup, and as soon as he got into the car, the rumble of a helicopter came from the sky
Return to the tackle shop.
The butler sat at the door with a cup of coffee and talked to the shopkeeper. When he saw the boy, he said, "The shopkeeper will help us deliver our things to the Gambo Sea Ranch, and we don't need a fishing boat to come here."
Everything was bought, 7,000 shrimp pots, as well as vertical fish finders, fishing sonar, net information instruments, trawl length tension meters, radar buoys, diving equipment, and so on.
The total is 115,000 dollars, which is about the same price as the fishermen estimated. ”
"Okay. Han Xuan took out a check and signed it for her, and when she looked up, she found that there were introductions of speedboats and sea motorcycles on the wall, "What else do you sell in your store?"
"Yes. We don't have the goods, if needed. Contact the manufacturer directly and send it over. ”
"So do you have firefighting equipment here? I mean the kind of fishing boats that keep you safe. ”
"Sorry, we didn't sell that, but I have the manufacturer's number, do you want it?"
Han Xuan nodded, "Thank you so much, I'll buy the latest speedboat." There are also two motorboats, how to calculate the price?"
"That's it, pay a deposit of $10,000 first, leave a number, and I'll tell you when I'm done. A receipt will be written to you and no further return is required. ”
The female shopkeeper said with a smile.
I took the check and looked at it, put it in my pocket and put it away, "Those fishing gear can be reduced when you pay taxes in April, don't forget."
It is estimated that it will be delivered tomorrow morning after the items are ready, and someone will notify you. ”
"Thank you for the reminder, ma'am. ”
Bring your receipt to the bus.
When I came to the city hall, I didn't wait to speak, the doorman directly handed over a box of books from the window, "Ms. Chloe put it here for me, she said to wait for you to finish reading and send it back, don't worry." ”
"She's not there?"
"Yes, to the town of Pasifik-Grove. ”
"Well, please thank her for me. ”
"Of course. ”
I took a copy from a box of books, and the surface was wiped clean.
The bodyguard held the box, and Han Xuan looked through it while walking out, the name of the book was "Monterey in the Age of Discovery".
Basically writing about the events after the 16th century, introducing the Spanish and Portuguese times in the early colonial period, this was once the capital of California and the largest city, and it lasted for 70 years.
Thinking that he couldn't see it now, he continued to scroll back and write that the gold prospectors had found traces of gold mines, but they had been mined, and the local Indians faced massacres and had several wars with the colonists.
Outsiders brought germs to the Monterey Peninsula, and a plague killed most of the indigenous population, and wars continued for hundreds of years.
For the legend of the treasure of the Indian chief, I wrote a few simple sentences, to the effect that several cargo ships were plundered by them when they docked, and they were not found after the capture, and it was guessed that they were hidden.
How much wealth was not written, but when I turned to the story of the establishment of the town, I turned to the last page and did not mention it again.
The car drove along the first kilometer of the cliff to the north, Han Xuan sat in the passenger seat, looked down in the box, and saw a book on the cover that read "The Tragic History of the Indians of Monterey Bay", the author's name is "Torch High", needless to say, it must be an Indian.
Thin a book.
Flipping through the cover, the issue date is January 30, 1952, there are a few insect eyes on the paper, the color is yellow, the printing font is not very clear, you have to look closely to see what is written.
It says that from the local Indian tribe, who have lived here since 700 B.C., there are cave paintings on the seaside of today's West Side Town to prove that inter-tribal wars and massacres are part of the culture and do not need whites to save them.
The words were, "We don't need you damn white bastards to take over our territory!" thieves and robbers, and it's a dog ...... anything civilized."
After reading it quickly, the whole book is cursing the colonists, expressing how good the Indian culture is, not so much as the information, but the author's personal venting emotions, and the only useful thing is the cave painting.
Closed the book and rubbed his eyes, no matter how uncomfortable he sat down, he muttered that he should buy a car when he had time, and when he saw orange, he turned his head.
The Big Penguin is coming from the sea, the speed is really not flattering, it is estimated that it will take more than an hour for them to come back, I hope Jason will not be able to stand in the sea all the time, it is close to evening, and it is about to cool down.
Back at the Gambo Sea Ranch, two red pandas with big tails came over to greet them, and the housekeeper of Erna asked people to help carry things down, "When will your parents come, I can arrange dinner." ”
"I don't know, I'll ask them" (To be continued.) )