Restarting the myth

Wayne remembered clearly that the door of the detective agency was locked, and it was locked from the inside.

There are many urban legends in the city of Lendan, such as the subway station leading to hell, the headless knight wandering in the fog, the cannibalistic alley, the underground tomb, etc.

The sensational urban legends only exist at night, sharing a city with the citizens of Lendan. They belong to the citizens during the day and to them at night. The two sides live in peace and do not interfere with each other. But if someone does not follow the rules and touches the other party's territory, they will evaporate overnight and disappear.

When mentioning these urban legends, the dock workers described them vividly, as if they had seen them with their own eyes.

In the past three months, Wayne has heard a lot of urban legends. Because he has not seen them with his own eyes, he sneered at them. Because it is free, he decided to believe them.

He follows the local customs and locks the door every night to avoid close contact with urban legends.

It's free anyway, so he believes them at least.

Bang, bang, bang————

The knock on the door sounded again, no doubt more urgent than before, as if Wayne would keep knocking unless he opened the door.

Wayne did not open the door, but silently grabbed the crowbar next to him. The other party did not keep knocking, but pushed the door open and walked in.

The black hooded robe covered the whole body, and the face of the intruder could not be seen clearly. Under the illumination of the overhead light, the shadow of the black robe was clear, which increased the pressure on Wayne. A layer of fine sweat appeared on the palm of his hand holding the crowbar.

Wayne looked closely, although he could not see the face under the hood, but judging from the ups and downs of the robe's chest, he guessed that the intruder was a woman.

Business?

"You are the owner of this detective agency, right? I have a business to discuss with you."

"Can we talk tomorrow? It's closed now."

Although the woman's voice was very nice, Wayne still rejected her. The mysterious dress showed that she was a person with a story, and he did not want to be involved with such a person.

The intruder did not speak, but slowly came to the desk, looked at the potatoes on the table, chuckled, and waved to put down a stack of banknotes.

The portrait of the Queen on the banknotes deeply hurt Wayne's eyes. A single bill of 100, at least 50 bills, that is, 5,000 bills, was enough for him to work hard for two years.

The bill was the legal currency of the Kingdom of Windsor, and there was also a copper coin, the gram. Twelve gram could be exchanged for one bill, which was the so-called change.

Affected by the Great Depression and the shadow of war, the purchasing power of the bill continued to decline, but for Wayne, it was still a huge sum of money.

"Can we talk now?"

"Please sit down."

Wayne sat behind the desk, with the crowbar placed horizontally above his legs. His intuition told him that this thing was of no use to the other party, but he needed some psychological comfort. With a handy guy, he would have more confidence when talking.

The woman was very satisfied with Wayne's business literacy, and sat down in the chair in front of the desk without rushing.

Wayne looked at the intruder closely and saw the lower half of her face that was not covered by the hood. Her lips were delicate and her skin was as white as pearls. He thought it was a good chin that was soft and moist.

Judging from her appearance, Wayne guessed that she was not very old, between sixteen and eighteen years old, and could not be more than twenty years old.

At this age and with this kind of beauty, she broke into a single man's house alone at night. She must be very capable or very capable.

Judging from her generosity, it should be the latter.

The woman's silence made Wayne feel unsure. He showed an official smile to customers and said politely, "Have you eaten? Do you want some potatoes?"

"Black tea."

"Wait a minute."

Wayne put away the five thousand constitutional orders on the table and got up to make tea in the kitchen. God knows where the locals got the tea from when there was no maritime trade in this world.

After a while, Wayne sat down again. Seeing the woman put her hands on the edge of her hood and wanted to show her true face, he hurriedly interrupted her.

"I know the rules. I don't want to know what you look like. After tonight, no one knows each other. Don't take off your hat." Wayne raised his hand to cover his eyes.

It was useless. The other party did what she wanted and didn't care about his opinion at all.

The young woman had blonde hair and blue eyes, with reasonable facial features, perfect skin and bone structure, and a cold and beautiful face with full fashion. She was very malleable. She could control the pure sweetness and show the high and cold momentum.

For example, now, with her golden hair tied behind her head and a pair of cold eyes, she picked up the teacup and smelled it under her nose. She didn't taste it and put it back in place.

What's the matter? Wild boars can't eat fine bran?

Although the woman didn't say it, Wayne still sensed a thick barrier called class gap. The top-quality tea he spent a lot of money to buy was worthless in the eyes of the other party.

It's good, it's a big order!

As a habit developed in his previous life, Wayne never complained to the wealthy client, at least not on the surface. He kept smiling and said, "Dear lady, can you tell me about the business you want to discuss?"

"I need a job, and you need an assistant."

"..."

Wayne was shocked. He pointed to his office: "As you can see, it's a small business and can't afford to support..."

"I'll pay for work and give you one thousand li a month. Apply for the assistant position of the detective agency."

"..."

"Forget it if it doesn't work."

"Welcome, assistant lady, you are hired by this detective agency."

Wayne nodded readily, adding the previous five thousand, a full six thousand li.

Perhaps this makes him look very shameless, but six thousand li is not comparable to morality. Hesitation for a second is tolerance for potatoes.

Wayne extended his hand enthusiastically, but the other party didn't take it. He took back his hand and shook it himself, saying without embarrassment: "Your resume and ID card... Oh, I can make this up myself. I am Wayne, the owner and chief detective of this detective agency. What's your name?"

"Veronica."

Veronica said a name that was not sure whether it was true or false, and then told a story that was not sure whether it was true or false. She came from a foreign country, liked detective novels since she was a child, and was determined to become a great detective.

She would not stay in Wayne's detective agency for too long, nor would she cause trouble to Wayne. As long as the latter asked fewer questions, he would have endless queen portraits to earn during her employment.

It was a perfunctory lie, seriously lacking in sincerity, but it was enough.

Wayne nodded. At this point, it can be seen that Veronica has other purposes. It is unknown what it is, but it is not for him.

He has nothing and is of no use.

"I will live in the detective agency during my employment. Do you have any vacancies here? I need two rooms. I will pay the rent separately. Is that okay?"

"No, you can move in anytime."

Wayne sighed with emotion. There is an old saying that if you meet a good person, you should first get married. If you meet a noble person, you should first establish a career. If you meet a rich woman, you should get married and establish a career. He didn't believe it before, but now he understands that he has never met a rich woman before.

Money is the way to success. Wayne has forgotten that Veronica has other purposes. He only knows that money is beauty, and beauty is justice. A rich and beautiful girl has double justice. Veronica is definitely not a spy killer sent by the enemy country. She came to a foreign country from afar just to realize her childhood dream of being a detective.

It's good. Unlike Wayne, he also had many dreams in his childhood, but only one when he grew up.

Afford to buy a house.

"The first floor is the office area, the second floor is my bedroom and archives, studio, warehouse, and bathroom. If you don't mind, there is a partition on the third floor. No one usually goes there. You can move in tomorrow after a simple cleanup."

"I'm moving in tonight."

Veronica looked towards the stairs, took out a stack of decrees from her wallet, and handed them to Wayne one by one: "Your bedroom belongs to me, and the entire second floor will be rented. I'll give you an hour to move your things down."

"Half an hour will do."

"Also, my luggage is outside."

"Move it right away."

The daughter of a landlord is a waste if she doesn't prostitute. The money Veronica gave was enough for Wayne to redecorate the detective agency. He couldn't find it and had no reason to refuse.

But when he arrived at the door of the detective agency, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The two doors were open, trembling in the dark background.

A two-meter-tall strong man stood in front of the door, guarding three large black boxes. He had a big waist and strong waist, strong and deep facial features, and thick hair on his thick arms.

In Lundan, where winter has not yet left, the strong man only wore a pair of white shorts and a sleeveless vest. Wayne could feel the heat waves emanating from his strong body even from a distance.

He is a practical person who knows how to reason.

Seeing Wayne, the strong man smiled slightly and stretched out his thick big hand to him: "William, let's make friends."

"Hello, I'm Wayne."

The strong man looked fierce, but was unexpectedly polite. Wayne politely handed over his hand. When the two hands were put together, he felt the heat in William's palm and suddenly felt a chill.

This chill rushed from the soles of the feet straight to the coccyx, and did not continue to hit the top of the head, but stopped at a certain place.

No wonder he always felt something was wrong. Wayne noticed that William had a head of blonde hair tied into two ponytails and a sleeveless vest with blue and white stripes.

He was dying, but he didn't let go and kept laughing!

William's smile was particularly creepy. He pulled Wayne to give his new friend a warm hug. Wayne struggled hard, but he couldn't resist the other's terrifying brute force. In his sight, the blue and white stripes were getting closer and closer, and there were many curls of golden threads on them.

Chest hair, a symbol of William's male hormones.

"Meow~~~"

A cat's cry interrupted William and saved the endangered Wayne. It was a black cat with golden eyes, lying on the black box with its hands in its pockets. Its sleek hair blended into the night, and it was invisible when it closed its eyes.

Hearing this cat's cry, William decisively abandoned Wayne and raised the black cat with both hands: "Monica, lift it high."

Wayne: (一`′一;)

It was a close call, he was almost crushed to death by the chest muscles.

William lifted the black cat high, and the two-meter-tall strong man jumped and jumped. The picture was so beautiful that it directly dispelled Wayne's beautiful fantasy of blonde twin ponytails.

A noble lady, a muscular man, and a black cat. Excuse me for being blunt, but he doesn't understand this combination.

Well, that's not right. The noble lady ran away from her marriage with a pet black cat, and the muscular man who was her butler and bodyguard was with her. It immediately made sense.

"William, what are you doing? Hurry up and put Monica down."

Veronica walked out of the office and saw this situation. She immediately fought with William. Under Wayne's speechless gaze, the gay man was defeated and Veronica easily took the black cat away.

Veronica held the black cat in her arms and glared at William fiercely: "Your room is on the second floor. Hurry up and move your luggage up with Wayne. You will live in his room from now on."

This is inappropriate!

Wayne shuddered and secretly vowed to move all the sheets, blankets and clothes out of the bedroom, and never leave a piece of cloth with his own smell.

To Wayne's surprise, William also looked unhappy: "This is inappropriate, I don't want to..."

"Shut up, it's decided."

"What about Monica?"

"Monica and I live on the third floor."

Veronica said matter-of-factly: "A cat and a lady live in the same room, not a stinky man."

"Tsk, you have no good intentions."