There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Jason had a good night's sleep at Wayne Manor.He rarely looked at the apartment APP, of course he didn't see the effect of the snake language fruit issued by Peter, and he didn't know that the culprit of that conversation was the snake language fruit he brought back from 413.

Petunia is an out-and-out mobile phone addict. When she was browsing the web after get off work, she saw the group messages sent by Peter, and she laughed on the sofa.

"Is Peter really the president? He must be joking about this identity, right?"

Petunia made an understanding expression in cooperation, and the others responded to Peter in a decent manner.

Penny: Hahahahaha my neighbors are too good at acting!

The next day, when Penny went to work, she specially took some snake language fruits, and planned to share them with her colleagues.

The elevator door in the direction of going downstairs opened, and Penny greeted the people inside with a smile: "Hi, Sherlock, good morning."

Sherlock held a long-handled black umbrella in his hand, and he replied to Petunia indifferently: "Good morning, Petunia."

"For the sake of being the same tenant of 413, I'll give you a suggestion - if you want to continue working in the bar, it's best not to bring these snake language fruits with you."

There was no one else in the elevator except the two of them. Petunia glanced at Sherlock who didn't look at her when he spoke, and wondered if the words she heard just now were hallucinations.

Penny: "Sherlock, are you talking to me?"

Sherlock frowned, he was finally willing to shift his gaze to Petunia: "Who else but you?"

Petunia was choked by his straightforward question, she thought that this guy praised her as a goldfish before, but his tone became so bad today.

He really deserves to be the male tenant of 413, straight and hard.

Complaining secretly, Penny said indifferently, "Why can't you bring it over? I think good things should be shared with everyone."

Sherlock: "Perhaps it's because the female friends of your fake colleagues are always jealous of you, and your foreman always has dirty fantasies about you, and you know all this but still pretend not to notice because of lack of money?"

After such a long series of words without breathing, Sherlock himself didn't faint, but Petunia felt a little dizzy.

Petunia was dumbfounded: "Wait...what did you just say?"

Sherlock: "I said your female colleagues..."

"Stop!" Petunia interrupted him hastily, "I don't really want you to repeat it."

Arriving at the first floor, Sherlock stepped out of the elevator door first, and Petunia had to quickly follow behind this tall and long-legged neighbor.

"Sherlock, Sherlock... Hey! You haven't explained what's going on!"

Petunia trotted to the door, and she pressed the switch before Sherlock opened the door: "Don't you think you should explain a little bit?"

She looked up at this curly-haired young man, and made many speculations about his identity for a while.The other party's light-colored eyes looked at her calmly for two seconds, and finally clicked his tongue, and quickly spoke a series of reasoning processes that Petunia could hear confusedly.

Petunia unconsciously leaned back. She felt that the other party had said so many words. If this was a comic scene, then a huge text bubble must have piled up in front of Sherlock.

Petunia: "..." She took the initiative to ask the other party to explain, but after the other party finished speaking, she had already forgotten what Sherlock said just now.

Racking her brains to mobilize her thinking ability, Petunia suddenly realized: "Oh - I see! Are you that kind of detective?"

Sherlock sighed heavily, he nodded in acquiescence to Petunia's misunderstanding, still showing a restrained and distant look.

Looking at the doorknob that Petunia was holding, Sherlock couldn't help but said, "I've finished talking, can you step aside now?"

Petunia opened the door subconsciously, and she gave way to Sherlock: "Okay, you can go out now."

Sherlock ushered in a new door: "..." No, he is going back to London, not Los Angeles.

Observing Petunia's calm expression, Sherlock found in frustration that the other party seemed to have really not realized the unusualness of the apartment so far.

Didn't Samuel tell Petunia this?And Petunia—did she really not find the other tenants unusual at all?Samuel has found such a rough tenant?

Sherlock was thinking of Samuel when the landlady came down from upstairs.

Samuel looked at the two tenants standing at the door, a little confused about what they were doing: "Are you going out or coming in?"

Sherlock said first, "I'm going out."

After speaking, he closed the door under Petunia's puzzled gaze, and then opened it again.

Seeing Sherlock's operation of closing the door first and then opening it, Petunia was full of question marks.

Petunia: "Samuel, does Sherlock have some obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

The landlord smiled awkwardly but politely: "He doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder." He just wanted to change the destination outside the apartment gate.

Petunia shrugged. She still had to go to work, so she didn't dwell on this issue.

Opening the door, Petunia said casually, "Okay, then he's really weird...huh? Did Sherlock walk so fast?"

The road in front of the apartment was empty, Sherlock just left the house a few dozen seconds earlier, even if Petunia was careless, she would have sensed something was wrong at this time.

Facing Penny's suspicious gaze, Samuel thought, it's time to tell her the truth.

"Petunia, there is actually something I want to tell you, let's sit down and talk first..."

"No," Penny glanced at the time on the phone, "I still have to go to work, if you are in a hurry, can you chat with me on the way?"

Samuel: "..." I actually feel that it is a sin to disturb hard-working people to go to work and make money.

Anyway, I have nothing to do recently, and staying in the apartment is just a salty fish paralysis with 413, so Samuel went to work with Petunia.

Along the way, Samuel slowly told Petunia the secrets of the apartment.

When she reached the door of the bar, Penny looked at Samuel with complicated eyes: "Mr. Landlord, I didn't expect your 413's amateur entertainment to be an otaku fantasy."

Samuel: "..." No, they're not!

Although apartment 413, which is like a superhero and Miaomiaowu, is really an otaku fantasy, Samuel thinks he can still save it.

Samuel took a deep breath: "To be honest, Petunia, my real identity is also very unusual. In fact, I am the one in the legend..."

"Petunia, why are you still standing outside? Come on, it's time to go to work."

The bartender who saw the scene in front of the door greeted her, and Penny hurriedly apologized to Samuel: "Mr. Landlord, I'm about to start work. Can you wait for me at the bar for a while?"

Samuel quietly revealed the mystery of his identity: "...I am the legendary demon... Sigh."

The legendary devil walked into the Miracle Bar silently without any waiting. He sat at the bar in charge of Petunia and ordered a cocktail.

Petunia clasped her hands together and said to Samuel apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Landlord, I've already signed in—what did you just say about the legend?"

Samuel repeated his identity blankly.

Petunia: "..." Unbelievable!Her landlord actually followed her from the apartment to her place of work just to say that he was a devil!

Petunia glanced at the cocktail she had just made: "...so, do you demons have any taboos?"

Samuel didn't know whether to be relieved by the other person's peace, or to sigh at Petunia's obvious disbelief.

He was silent for a while, and finally corrected the prejudice in Petunia's words just now: "In fact, no matter whether it is a demon or an angel, there was no prohibition on alcohol 200 years ago."

Petunia nodded knowingly: "Then——this is your cocktail, please take it easy." Regardless of angels, devils, secondary fantasies, the bar will not refuse anyone.

There were only a small number of people who came to the bar in the morning. Under Samuel's watchful eyes, Petunia wiped a wine glass as if no one else was there.

Samuel: What a familiar scene, isn't that what Penny was doing when we first met?

He couldn't help reminding: "Penny, this is the fourth time you've wiped this cup... Should you change it?"

Petunia calmly changed one.

Samuel: "You've wiped that one five times."

Petunia: "..." Is her landlord specially monitoring work progress on behalf of the foreman?

Just as Petunia and Samuel looked at each other in silence, the sound of a wine bottle breaking suddenly came from the corner.

Petunia was taken aback, but she quickly comforted her landlord: "It's okay, don't be afraid, disturbances in bars are very common, we have someone to deal with—"

"Alan! You've been messing around with my girlfriend?! You bastard!"

"Wow..." Petunia was sensitive to the smell of gossip.

"It sounds like my colleague, Alan is the bodyguard who handles the violence in our bar..."

Samuel clearly saw that the crying woman was tearing at the tall and burly Allen, and he couldn't help whispering: "It seems that this bodyguard has no power to fight back."

The two were talking in a low voice on the surface, but in fact, both pairs of eyes were quietly looking at the big show in the corner.

Petunia: "I don't know why they suddenly started fighting...Actually, Allen has hooked up with female customers more than once."

Samuel: "Did your colleague discover something?"

A sneaky voice cut in: "What I heard with my own ears just now is that Allen himself confessed that he cheated..."

Petunia thought it was impossible: "How could Allen take the initiative... Tom! Why are you here?"

Tom looked at her innocently: "They are all fighting, why don't I stay away? By the way, I don't know what happened to Alan - anyway, they were still tired of sharing the special fruit you gave Well, who knew what would happen in the next second."

Penny: "???"

She slowly turned her gaze to the landlord, who gave her a harmless smile.

Samuel: "I'm telling the truth."