Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

The public security office didn't keep Klein waiting too long. Two days later, Hook was arrested on a boat fleeing to another country.

The crimes of disturbing the law and order, attacking the Pearl, and being disrespectful to the royal family are enough for him to shed a layer of skin.

The news was brought by Heyman himself.

To Klein's surprise, he actually knew Dick.

Klein went to open the door, and when he saw Heyman standing next to Dick with a smile, he couldn't help sighing how small the world was.

Dick was about to introduce to Klein, but Heyman spoke first, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Doesn't the captain welcome me very much?"

Still as sharp.

Klein twitched the corner of his mouth: "...Nothing."

Dick noticed that the atmosphere between the two was not like strangers meeting each other, but rather that they had already met each other, and there were some little secrets between them that could not be revealed to outsiders.

He glanced at Klein, then at Heyman, and asked, "Do you know each other?"

Heyman said with a big smile, "Who in Paloy Harbor doesn't know the captain of the Pearl? I'm his admirer."

Dick didn't know about stuffing the note, so he couldn't hear the ambiguity in the words.

There are many young people in the Port of Paloy who admire Klein, so he only thinks that Hyman is also a person with sailing dreams.

"I met Heyman when I came to look for you. Heyman happened to be on vacation today, so I came here with him."

In the past seven years, the business of Dick's family has grown bigger and bigger, and they also have some properties in the town. There are many opportunities to get in touch with the sheriff, and Heyman is one of them.

In fact, Dick invited Heyman because he heard about Klein and Hooker and wanted to help Klein and the sheriff.

Since the two knew each other, it saved a lot of greetings and introductions.

He threw a sand ball up and said with great interest: "When I came to find you, I met Heyman. He heard that I was here to find you, so he came with me. It just so happens that he can be with us." Go play maracas!"

Dick's hobbies of playing maracas have never changed. His childhood playmate finally stayed in Paloi Port, and he didn't want to delay for a moment. He grabbed Klein's arm and was about to pull it out: "Hey, we won't go in, you just follow us Let's go, there are a few crew members on your ship waiting on the beach!"

Klein looked up at the beach, and sure enough, he saw Patrick and several crew members who had already stripped down to only a pair of shorts, and were gathering on the beach, shoving and fighting.

"..."

In the past, when Klein stopped at Paloy Port, Dick would make time to find Klein, and Klein never shied away, so he felt that this time was no different from before, and urged, "Oh, do you want to change clothes? Then hurry up and change, we will wait for you at the beach."

"..."

Klein felt that he had empathized with Sweet seven years ago.

If it was just Dick and the crew, he'd be happy to play a few rounds with them, but there was Hyman.

When Klein was thinking about whether to refuse on the grounds that he was not feeling well, Heyman asked slowly, "Is it because I'm here, making you feel uncomfortable?"

Before Klein could speak, Dick said "Huh?" and said in bewilderment, "We're all friends, what's so uncomfortable?"

Klein: "..."

Heyman said with a smile, "That's up to Klein."

Rejection now is aimed at Heyman, and the escape route is blocked. Klein paused slightly, and said with a smile: "I was also about to play maracas, wait a minute, I'm going to change clothes, you go first."

Dick didn't suspect him, and gestured "Hurry up" to Klein, threw the sand ball to the beach, and strode after him.

Now, only Heyman was left at the door.

Heyman was wearing casual clothes today, and he had the same temperament as when he met him at the unnamed chain store. He was laid back and lazy, like an exotic nobleman who came to Paloy for sightseeing.

There are many scenes to say.

Klein: "Thank you for running around for me about the Pearl. I was just looking for an opportunity to pay a visit."

With Dick not around, Hyman was more casual, tilted his head, and said, "Really? But I always feel that you don't seem very happy to see me."

"...Of course not," Klein said, "Your Excellency has helped me a lot, and I should thank Your Excellency. It's just that I'm not ready yet, and I don't want to be abrupt, Your Excellency."

"Oh——" Heyman drew a long voice, with the words "I know you're lying" hanging on his face, he didn't mind, he laughed, and said, "Since this is the case, there is no need to prepare. Don't wait another day, either. How about today?"

"..."

"After playing maracas today, go to a place with me?"

"..."

"So when you said you wanted to thank me just now, you were actually perfunctory?" Heyman pretended to be hurt.

Klein: "...OK."

Mephides didn't stay downstairs after breakfast, but went back to her bedroom on the grounds that she didn't sleep well.

She wanted to find a few books to read, but she couldn't read them after opening a few, so she closed the books and put them aside, pointing her fingertips at the glass of water on the bedside table.

With a slight lift of the fingertips, the water in the cup rippled. The ripples were too weak, and soon calmed down.

The mermaid can control the sea to submerge the ship, but at this time she can't even control a glass of water.

Mephides became even more irritable, she pushed open the balcony door and sat on a chair on the balcony.

Next to it was the home where she had lived for a while, and from her position she could overlook Klein's house and the opposite yard.

The flower bed downstairs has grown new leaves after being taken care of by Klein. In contrast, the flower bed next door looks even more barren and messy.

At this moment, she saw a dozen people approaching from a distance.

There were a few people he had met at Klein's house, Dick said something to them, left them on the beach, and walked this way with Hyman.

In order to avoid Dick and Heyman, she retreated to the bedroom, but did not close the balcony door, listening to the sound downstairs.

Not long after, Klein went upstairs and knocked on her door.

She went to open the door.

Klein stood outside the door and said, "Dick and the crew on the Pearl came to me to play maracas. We're on the beach in front of the house. If you have anything to do, you can go to the balcony and wave. Will be back."

At this moment, Klein had already changed into a set of loose clothes, Mephides swept over his neckline, and nodded absently.

There were people waiting outside. Klein didn't delay too long, and went downstairs to go out. Mephides closed the door and thought for a moment, then turned and went to the balcony.

Everyone on the beach took off their shirts and only wore shorts. Klein was the last to go, and he unbuttoned his shirt against everyone's teasing gazes.

Before he came, the people on the beach had played a few rounds, and the maracas fell into Hyman's hands.

Hyman was not in a hurry to serve the ball, but threw the sand ball from one hand to the other with a smile on his face, catching it back and forth, and looked at Klein inexplicably.

Heyman's gaze was burning hot, but Klein deliberately ignored it. He calmly took off his shirt and threw it aside, then took off the trousers he was wearing.

Dick came up panting for a while, touched Klein's shoulder, and said "Hey" as if he was evil, "Why don't you get a tan?"

People who grow up by the sea usually have reddish skin. They are blown by the sea wind all the year round, and their skin texture will be a little rough. If they fish all year round, they will get tanned. Dick is like this.

Klein is a special case among them—although occasionally his skin turns wheatish due to sun exposure for too long, but it will return to white after a short period of time.

He is not too white, but has a healthy and strong color. His body is covered with powerful but not exaggerated muscles, and his waistline is tight. One can imagine that it must feel good to hold.

Being looked at by everyone, he wasn't too shy. He was generous and casual, exuding the hormones of a mature male. The simple act of undressing made Hyman squint his eyes and his Adam's apple slipped.

The distance was too far, Mephides couldn't hear the conversation on the beach, and could only see Heyman staring at Klein intently, which made her unhappy for no reason.

What was even more glaring was that Dick hugged Klein affectionately, pinched his shoulders for a while, and touched his waist for a while, but Klein let him move his hands and feet as if nothing happened.

Compared to the teasing sand ball event seven years ago, Klein obviously enjoys it more now.

Mephides probably understood why Klein never talked about himself—because during that time, no matter whether it was intentional or unintentional, direct or indirect, Sweet did not leave Klein with any wonderful things that were worth reminiscing about. memory.

The feeling that suddenly surfaced was very strange, and Mephides felt that she didn't want to see Klein hooking up with others again.

Turning around to leave, he turned his head and glanced at Heyman coming to Klein's side from the corner of his eye. Thinking of something, he tightened his lip line, turned around and sat down on the chair on the balcony.

"You're in better shape than I thought." When Dick went to pick up the ball, Heyman walked up to Klein and praised him generously.

Klein politely replied, "You too."

"Have you ever imagined my figure?"

"..." Klein kept smiling.

Hyman stood beside him, glanced over his back, and said, "You've got sand on you."

After playing maracas for so long, it is natural to sweat, and it is normal to get some sand.

Not only Klein has it, but everyone present has it. Just take a shower after taking a shower.

But before Klein could speak, Heyman stretched out his hand and brushed across Klein's back. A sweep was not enough, and his fingers touched Klein's butterfly bone suggestively.

"..."

His back felt a little itchy when his fingertips brushed across it. Klein's first reaction was to run away, but he held back the desire to dodge, and managed not to even tense his muscles.

He seemed to regard this behavior as helping dust off between friends, and did not receive Heyman's hint at all. After Heyman's hand was removed, he asked calmly, "Are you ready?"

Heyman looked at Klein with probing eyes, probably waiting for his reaction. Seeing that his expression didn't change, he smiled after a while and said, "Okay."

Klein thanked him calmly and moved to catch the ball.

Hyman squeezed his index finger with his thumb, and a few grains of fine sand rubbed between his fingers, and the feeling of just touching Klein was still there.

After a long time, he bent his eyes, bent the finger that had touched Klein, and gently scraped his lower lip.

Mephides on the balcony on the second floor rolled her eyes and frowned in disgust: "..."

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Shocked, I'm too long today!This week is very long~