Restarting the myth

"Sister, your idea is too simple, you don't understand this world at all..."

Wayne said goodbye to the female star in the corridor, looked at the other's elegant blonde and white dress back, closed the door and shook his head.

Lily made a detailed strategy for him, how to capture the heart of the eldest lady, how to change Austin's attitude, how to get into the core of the Landau family, if this world does not have extraordinary power, the three-step plan is very feasible.

Unfortunately, Lily did not know the truth of this world.

Wayne couldn't help but feel pity for her. It is understandable that ordinary people don't know the real world. Frank's senior management must know that they know that the world is so dangerous, and they still sent ignorant intelligence personnel to let them challenge extraordinary power with flesh and blood.

Wayne was fortunate for Lily again. If she really contacted Austin and took action against his lover, she would most likely be stuffed into a cement barrel to fill the river.

The Landau family is a member of the magic world. It is too easy for Austin to investigate Lily. There is no need to torture her. Just stuff a mouthful of mushrooms and she will confess everything.

Wayne judged the encryption level of his and Lily's agents, and the result was obvious: cannon fodder level.

He even suspected that the original body had realized the truth of the world, so he had all kinds of bizarre operations, and his performance of living a lazy life was not like that of a spy.

As for where he knew the truth of the world...

Wayne raised his eyebrows, and the believer of the goddess of death popped out.

So it seems that he and the goddess of death are indeed very close.

"Forget it, why think so much, it would be a pity not to practice in such a beautiful scenery."

Wayne collapsed on the sofa, holding the ancient silver coin in his hand and began to practice. The ancient silver coin belonged to Planck, and he lent it to him for use and would take it back at any time.

The opportunity was rare, and the top priority was to ignite the hexagram first. Compared with this top priority, all other things could be put aside.

"No, there is something that cannot be put aside..."

Wayne pouted. He encountered two attacks on the cruise ship in a row, one was a threat from the lunatic asylum, and the other was seduced by a female star. The mastermind behind the scenes was Austin.

That is to say, he is popular and has many friends from all corners of the world. He easily resolved the two attacks. If it were another magician apprentice, he would definitely fall twice and die without knowing how.

According to what Planck and Lily said, the two knew the voyage early and waited for him to come, which means that the invitation letter of the White Glove Association was also sent by Austin.

Wayne was not surprised that Austin had such means. He was rich and willful. He was the number one on the police station list and the number one on the lunatic asylum list. It was reasonable for him to be the number one on the White Glove Association list.

He was just curious about what other plans there were on Dragon Heart Island.

"President, you have successfully aroused my interest!"

Revenge is not urgent. Patience is the kingly way when you are weak. But the more you take a step back, the angrier you get. Wayne took several steps back in a row, thinking that it was time to launch a counterattack.

This question is difficult. He thought about it and could only endure it with his own ability, unless...

A shadow nightmare floated in front of Wayne.

"How about turning into a Death Knight and going to his house to fight?"

Wayne couldn't help but burst into laughter when he thought about pressing Auston to the ground, but then he thought that the teacher and Veronica would be implicated, so he could only regretfully give up.

"I don't want to involve the teacher and Veronica, and neither does he. So this guy is still a man."

Wayne secretly thought it was unlucky. He was a Death Knight, but he couldn't do anything to an old white-faced man who was jumping up and down.

What Wayne didn't know was that the old white-faced man was also caught in the unlucky link. The latter called Fla and got a name called Mr. Landau. He was so angry that he smashed the phone directly.

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The next day, when the waiter brought the dining cart, Wallace came uninvited and grabbed Wayne's hand to ask him to help put out the fire.

Help my brother, from today on, you are my brother!

Although the above is not Wallace's original words, the translation is roughly the same.

The cruise ship only had two days left to sail, and the shooting schedule was very tight. If the scenes of the male third were not filmed, the budget would definitely be overspent. Overspent means that the production company is unhappy and will affect the investment of the next movie.

Wallace wanted to change the male third and was ready to shave his beard and do it himself, but Lily disagreed. The male third must be Wayne.

"Wallace, I'm really busy, and I warned you yesterday that I would call someone if you come again."

"No, Lily told me that she had discussed it with you yesterday."

Wallace grabbed Wayne and said, "The bed scene can be deleted, and the kiss scene can be wrong or not. The script has modified the setting of the male third. You are no longer a pervert, but the ex-boyfriend of the heroine, who died tragically in the hands of a monster for love..."

In a word, the male third has become a positive character, and his sacrifice will earn a lot of tears, especially for girls who are full of fantasies about love, that will be a killer.

Wayne nodded. If the information is correct, this is one of the strategy links designed by Lily for him.

On the day the movie was released, he invited Veronica to the cinema, and the latter cried her eyes out.

Interesting!

After a few seconds of hesitation, Wayne agreed to take the script, and Wallace said that it would not take up too much of his time. The scenes on the cruise ship would be shot within half a day, and the scenes on Dragon Heart Island would be even less, with a few sets of staged shots, and a stand-in would be used directly when he was trampled to death by the prop gorilla.

Wayne's shooting schedule was from 10 am to 2 pm, and it ended just before tea time.

Male No. 3 didn't have many lines, and basically focused on the rivalry with the heroine. Because the passionate scenes were deleted and modified to a warm man, Male No. 3 looked like a dog-licker.

Let him lick the dog, Wayne doesn't care, after all, he really got it in the movie. Unlike the male second, the cameraman boyfriend in the script, he didn't even have a kissing scene with the heroine.

In the last kissing scene, Lily asked Wayne if he wanted to do it for real, and Wayne decisively refused. If Lily was just an ordinary big star, he wouldn't mind the sex scene, but knowing that the other party was a miserable cannon fodder, he really couldn't afford to take advantage of her.

Lily didn't insist, and a dislocation ended all the shots of Wayne on the cruise ship.

At three o'clock in the morning on August 8, Wayne's life essence was filled, six light spots bloomed, and the resonant soul was infinitely satisfied.

On August 10, the Polaris arrived at Longxin Island in the North Sea.

Looking down from a high place, Longxin Island is shaped like a heart. Ignoring the scattered uninhabited islands around it, it covers an area of ​​about 600 square kilometers.

One side of the island is covered with dense mountains and forests, and the other side is flat. There is a natural port, but it is not good. It can only be used as a supply line along the coast and cannot become a military stronghold.

In contrast, the archipelago two hundred nautical miles away is more in line with the navy's port requirements.

I'm getting off topic. The geographical location of Longxin Island determines its developed fishery. The capitalists guard the natural fishing grounds and hardworking islanders and earn a lot of surplus value.

In the past two years, capitalists have set their sights on the primitive jungles of Longxin Island and started to develop tourism projects. Due to the continued economic downturn, this plan had to be postponed.

Wayne stepped onto the port and said goodbye to the crew. He took the invitation letter and found the driver to pick him up and went to the destination, Bart Manor.

Bart Manor is located on the volcanic cliff of Crescent Bay, Longxin Island. It belongs to the local wealthy Bart family. The deceased Myron Bart drowned a month ago.

According to the police investigation, this was an accidental fall into the water and there was no possibility of homicide, but Myron's wife Marina did not think so. She contacted the White Glove Association and invited professional detectives to re-investigate the cause of her husband's death.

Marina believed that her husband died of homicide and the murderer was a member of the family.

A commission involving property division is very classic and exists in any era and any background.

Wayne sat in the back row, with the coastline and fishing boats on his left and tall and short houses on his right. Occasionally, he saw a church and immediately became interested. He started chatting with the driver out of curiosity.

It was a church similar to the Church of the Father of Heaven, with a strange pentagram logo hanging on it, which was definitely not the traditional belief in his impression.

Because of the geocentric religion, Wayne was very resistant to these strange churches. He always felt that there were evil gods behind these churches, and they would initiate group sacrifices if they disagreed.

"That is the Sea God Shrine. The islanders all believe in the Sea God. Every time before going out to sea, they will pray to the Sea God, praying that there will be no storms and that they will return with a full load..."

The driver talked about the standard belief of Longxin Island, and was quite respectful to the Sea God in his words. Although he was not a believer, most of his relatives and friends worked in the fishing company, and they were influenced to believe in it a little.

Anyway, it doesn't matter who you believe in. You don't have to spend money to buy indulgences at the Sea God Shrine. It's free, so it doesn't hurt to believe in it.

Wayne agreed with the simple faith. He asked from the side and asked implicitly whether the Sea Shrine distributed eggs and performed sacrificial rituals.

The driver thought about it. As far as he knew, the Sea God was a peaceful and selfless god who never asked for anything from believers. The faith was also very simple. It emphasized that a sincere heart would be effective. Pious believers could return safely from the sea and go to the church to fulfill their vows.

The way of fulfilling the vows was very simple. There was a pool in the center of the square of the church, connected to the sea. Every seafarer released a fish in the pool, which meant that he was reborn at the moment of death.

Wayne didn't hear anything wrong. It was indeed a simple and pure faith, but he still remembered the name of the Sea Shrine. He had a big imagination and contacted the fishing company run by the deceased Myron. He suspected that this was a vicious revenge murder case.

Forty minutes later, the vehicle arrived at Bart Manor, a four-story house built on the edge of a cliff, one side facing the sea, and the scenery was quite spectacular.

Wayne was used to seeing mansions and said that Bart Manor was just average. Compared with the mansion of the Landau family, it was just a small farm in the countryside.

Ordinary stuff!

The car passed through the towering fence and double iron gates. Wayne asked to get off the car and walk. He wanted to go to the garden pool where the deceased drowned.

After a month, there must be no clues, but it is better to be familiar with the scene than nothing.

The driver did not refuse and praised Wayne's professionalism. He drove to the crime scene, stopped the car, lit a cigarette and waited quietly.

The mansion of Bart Manor was very ordinary, but the lawn and green space of the manor were very wide. A large area was enclosed during construction. The pool was larger than Wayne imagined. It was a small artificial lake, very impressive.

Wayne went around the lake for half a circle. He had excellent eyesight and confirmed that the deepest part of the artificial lake was less than three meters. Assuming that the deceased could swim, the possibility of death by accidental falling into the water was indeed small.

But the possibility of accidental falling into the water was not ruled out. According to the driver, the deceased drank a lot of alcohol. If you drown after drinking, let alone an artificial lake, a bowl of tomato soup can kill you by suffocation.

Just as he was thinking, two figures, one tall and one short, came forward. Wayne looked at them carefully, taking in their clothes and appearance.

The girl on the left was about 1.6 meters tall, about 17 or 18 years old, wearing a black and white maid outfit that was evenly spaced. She weighed less than 100 pounds.

The lady on the right had a cold temperament and was nearly 1.8 meters tall, almost the same height as Wayne.

She was wearing a black long skirt, with a high and straight nose, prominent cheekbones, a square and hard jaw, and sharp and three-dimensional facial features.

Her walking pace is very interesting. Unlike the elegance of aristocratic women, she has a different aura, generous and capable. Every step is very particular, like the habit of a professional model.

"Who are you?" The woman stopped and looked at Wayne coldly.

"My name is Wayne, a detective from London, commissioned by Mrs. Marina Bart."

"Hello, Detective Wayne, I am Marina Bart."

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bart."

Wayne chatted with Marina for a few words. The latter may have just lost her husband. Her face was always cold. Seeing that Wayne wanted to talk about the case as soon as they met, she asked the maid beside her to accompany Wayne and continue walking along the lake.

"The lady doesn't seem very happy. It seems that she really loves her husband."

Wayne looked at the 1.6-meter-tall maid and found that the little girl was not bad. He happily stretched out his hand: "Wayne, what's your name?"

"Oga."

What kind of master has what kind of maid. Oga also has a cold face. Facing the enthusiastic Wayne, she is very quiet and few words.

"Okay, Oga, without further ado, can you tell me the exact location of Mr. Bart's death?" Wayne pointed to the artificial lake and said.

"The master did not die in the lake, he did not drown, he shot himself in his study." The maid Oga replied.

Wayne was stunned for a moment: "Since it was suicide, why did you announce that he drowned after being drunk?"

"Because the way of death is not elegant enough."

"Drowning after being drunk is elegant?"

"Yeah."

Oga nodded seriously and described it simply: "It was a night, red wine, lake, moon and a noble master who liked to recite poetry."

Wayne: (_)

Damn, it's so romantic!

Wayne thought of that person, who seemed to have died in the same way. He drank too much and wanted to catch the moon, but he was gone.

With this substitution, it's as romantic as it can be.

He shook his head speechlessly. It's understandable. The deceased was a capitalist who was transferred from an aristocrat. He has been rich from his ancestors to the present. For the sake of family reputation, he made up a decent way of death.

Isn't this making it more difficult for detectives!

"Oga, can you take me to the study?"

"This way please."

Oga is very indifferent. Basically, she won't speak unless Wayne takes the initiative, but she also actively cooperates and will answer all questions related to the investigation.

"In addition to the wife, the young master also hired a detective, who arrived a week ago."

"Oh, what's his name?"

"Kerr Poirot, a famous detective from London."

"..."

Poirot, this surname has a flavor of Grandma Agatha!