After greeting everyone on the Harvest, Feng Ye and his men untied the mooring ropes connecting the two ships.
Ah-chan immediately ran to the driver's seat and restarted the machine.
The Dong Sheng slowly began to move, gradually accelerating in the direction it had come from.
The Harvest vessel did not linger in place and resumed its trawling operations.
The two brothers ignored Ah-chan, who was steering the boat, and pulled over baskets to squat on the deck to sort their catch.
In the sweltering summer heat, with the sun blazing down and no ice to cool the cargo on deck, it would spoil in just a few hours if exposed to direct sunlight.
Of course, they didn't touch the goods that were pressed down by the cylinder; they just sorted out the fish, shrimp, crabs, and the like that on the side.
Feng Ye wasn't really worried about this thing, but he was afraid his older brother would get nervous, so he didn't touch it.
Feng Xuan was indeed nervous. She was very careful while sorting, glancing at the cylinders every now and then, afraid of affecting them and causing an accident.
After all, he really had no idea what this thing was.
Although Feng Ye said it might not be a torpedo, what if it is?
This kind of unknown danger is what makes people feel most uncertain and uneasy.
The end result was that a large amount of cargo remained unsorted on the deck, and it could only be dealt with after the goods were towed away by the authorities.
By then, these fish, shrimp, and crabs will probably be less fresh and will have to be thrown back into the sea.
...
After more than eight hours of sailing, Feng Ye and his group finally saw the county town's dock.
It was already past six o'clock, and the sun was setting.
The sun in the sky has become softer and is no longer dazzling.
The afterglow spilled onto the shimmering sea, as if it were coated with a layer of golden scales.
One small wooden boat after another shuttled across the sea, rowing their oars towards the shore.
After a busy day, everyone was ready to dock and go home.
Ah-Can also reduced the speed of the Dong-Sheng and slowly approached the dock.
Feng Ye went up to the wheelhouse and gave instructions to A-Can to steer the boat to a relatively secluded berth with fewer boats, so as not to cause unnecessary panic among the people on shore.
At this time, there were not many fishing boats docked at the pier; most of them were small wooden boats.
There is a wholesale market in the county, and the fishing boats usually don't return until around midnight.
A short while later, the Dong Sheng approached the dock and moored at the very edge.
Here, no ships are docked, and the hustle and bustle of the pier is far away.
"You all wait on the boat and make sure no one gets on board. I'm going to the police station to find Director Song."
Feng Ye gave his instructions and then disembarked.
However, their large ship was already eye-catching, and the fact that it was docked in such a remote place aroused even more curiosity among the people around them.
Many people cast curious glances at the Dong Sheng.
They whispered among themselves, speculating about what valuable things were on board.
Some even put down their work and walked over here.
As soon as they saw him disembark from the boat, they all gathered around and bombarded him with questions.
Feng Ye didn't answer, but just smiled at them before squeezing out of the crowd and quickly leaving the dock.
The police station is not far from the dock, only a ten or twenty-minute walk away.
Therefore, he decided to walk straight over.
However, not far from the dock, he saw two policemen riding a sidecar motorcycle coming this way.
To his surprise, one of them was actually an acquaintance.
He waved his hand hurriedly and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Old Fang, Old Fang..."
Fang Yi, sitting in the sidecar, was surprised to see Feng Ye waving and quickly asked his colleague to stop the car.
The sidecar motorcycle screeched to a halt in front of Feng Ye.
"Old Feng, what a coincidence, you just got back from sea?"
"It really is a coincidence."
Feng Ye nodded and pointed to the sidecar motorcycle, "What's going on with you? You're not in our town's police station anymore, you've been transferred to the county?"
Fang Yi laughed heartily: "That's right, I have to thank you for this. If it weren't for the Long Tail Island case last year, I don't know how long it would have taken me to get promoted."
Feng Ye laughed as well: "It's all because of your own ability, it has nothing to do with me."
"How could it be unrelated? If it weren't for the case you brought, how could I have made such a great contribution?"
"So where have you been transferred to now? The county bureau?"
"No, I'm at the Chengguan Police Station."
Fang Yi patted his chest proudly, "I'm the deputy director now."
"That's great, congratulations on your promotion. The next step is to become the director."
Feng Ye was genuinely happy for him.
"It's still early, it's still early. We should get some more experience, shouldn't we?"
"Oh, it's a pity I didn't know you were transferred to the county, otherwise I would have contacted you directly regarding that case last time."
“I heard about that case, but unfortunately I hadn’t been transferred up yet. Even if you wanted to send the case to me, you couldn’t get in touch with me, since you’re not docked in town.”
Fang Yi didn't seem to care much. "Let's not talk about that. Tell me, where are you rushing off to?"
"I was just about to go to the police station. Since I've run into you, that's perfect. It saves me the trouble of running around..."
"What are you doing at the police station? Did you run into another robbery and get killed by your men?"
"Can't you wish me well for once? Nobody gets this kind of thing all the time."
"Aren't you one of them? It's only been about half a year, and you've already run into each other twice. It wouldn't be surprising if it happened one more time."
Feng Ye rolled his eyes: "Alright, stop joking. I have serious business to discuss this time."
Fang Yi then stopped smiling and said seriously, "What important matter is it? Tell me."
"When we were fishing, we pulled up something that we couldn't tell if it was a torpedo, sonar, or an unmanned underwater vehicle."
"What is it? Say it again."
Fang Yi was stunned, thinking he had misheard.
Feng Ye repeated, "We hauled up a cylindrical object with our trawl net. We don't know what it is. It looks like a torpedo, but we're not quite sure..."
"A torpedo? You retrieved a torpedo?"
Fang Yi heard it clearly this time, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
"It just looks like a torpedo, but it might not be. It could also be a sonar, an unmanned underwater vehicle, or other spy equipment."
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