Chapter 1 Wayne Detective Agency
March 13, 1938 AD.
London, Kingdom of Windsor.
The cold winter that is about to leave does not bring much warmth to this city. People are rushing on the streets, the impact of the Great Depression is still there, and the clouds of war are coming at any time. This city is not happy.
Wayne Detective Agency, Bellick Street, East End, London.
It has two and a half floors, with a basement, and faces the street. It is barely a blessing in the not-so-rich East End.
But this is the landlord's happiness and has nothing to do with Wayne. If he doesn't pay the rent, he can only go to the sewer to have fun.
In the office on the first floor, Wayne looked at his client with a smile. There were two investigation reports on the desk in front of him.
"Dr. Reiner, regarding your two commissions, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
"I've been having bad luck lately, let me tell you the good news first."
Reiner shrugged. He was a middle-aged leek who had been ruthlessly harvested by the years. The years cut off his thick hair and gave it to the young leek, and gave him the greasy hair that the young leek did not want.
As a doctor, he couldn't even grow a beard to show resistance.
"The good news is that the used car you are interested in is confirmed to be an accident car. You can use this investigation report to lower the price."
Wayne submitted the first report. After identification, it was found that there was a forty-year-old soul ring attached to it. It was not recommended to drive at night as the previous owner might steal the steering wheel.
"This is not good news. This is a gift for my children, and I have to look for a new one."
Reiner said helplessly: "As for the bad news, I hope I can hold on."
"The bad news is that your wife does have a lover outside..."
Reiner interrupted directly after hearing this: "Who is it, that brainless dock worker or that damn failed art student?"
"To be precise, both."
"..."
What does it mean?
Reiner was confused, confused by this simple word.
Seeing the confused expression on the customer's face, Wayne patiently answered his questions: "In the past week, Mrs. Lena met with the dock workers three times, and also with the unsuccessful candidates three times. Each time, she met the unsuccessful candidates first and then went to find them..."
"Okay, no need to say more, let me report it to myself."
Reiner interrupted again, picked up the report and read it himself. The writing was clear and organized, with details of the time and place, and photos attached, which made him very convinced.
After a moment, Reiner sighed. He did not get angry and calmed down after a brief moment of anger.
"Wayne, your reports are all correct, but there is one sentence you said wrong."
"Which sentence?"
"That's the good news."
"Well, that's true. How about some more coffee?"
"certainly."
Dr. Reiner readily paid the follow-up commission fee, used coffee as wine, and kept complaining to Wayne about his unhappy marriage.
Perhaps because Reiner was no longer his customer after receiving the money, Wayne had no intention of listening to what he had to say, so he interrupted him without politeness and turned to promoting other businesses of the detective agency.
For example, marriage and family disputes.
"Didn't you investigate it?"
"We have investigated it, but this is yours."
Wayne took out the third investigation report from his desk drawer, which contained unclear evidence of an affair between Dr. Reiner and a female nurse.
Reiner's forehead was sweating, and he held up the coffee with trembling hands to hide his panic. The copy was clearly organized, detailing the time and place, and attached photos, which made him very convinced.
"Wei, Wayne, how could you treat your customers like this?"
"Don't get me wrong, this commission comes from your wife. To be honest, she is much more generous than you."
"Damn, that's my money."
Reiner roared angrily. As a social elite, he quickly reacted and tried: "She hasn't read this report yet, right?"
"Dr. Reiner, my professional ethics require me to keep my clients' confidentiality. I'm sorry I can't answer this question." Wayne seriously rejected the other party.
"Give me the report and I'll pay double the price."
"..."
"three times!"
"hehe."
"Five times, five times is fine. With this kind of money, I can find a professional killer at the dock."
"make a deal."
"Damn, you're a disgrace to the detective world."
Reiner paid the money and took the report, cursed and left the detective agency, vowing to entrust Wayne to investigate next time something happened.
Without him, this kid really has something.
The key is to do things when you are paid, and to be extremely efficient. In Windsor, where the process is redundant and procrastinating, this is a rare and excellent quality.
Wayne counted the banknotes until the office was empty, and then said: "Dr. Reiner, I forgot to remind you that my wife will not give up if she doesn't get what she wants from me. She will entrust other detectives to investigate. I wish you the best." Good luck to you."
"..."
"Tsk, you go really fast!"
After counting his income, Wayne started working on today's work file, took out his diary, and wrote down the praises given to him by his client.
Words of praise are generous.
Just looking at this diary, there is no doubt that he is a socially promising young man who is helpful, broad-minded, and passionate about life.
As for the quick money he made without professional ethics, Wayne had no regrets. Although he took advantage of the opportunity to make a profit, he suffered heavy losses.
Mrs. Reiner's deposit will be refunded in half, and a failure in the investigation will also damage the reputation of the detective agency. He risked his professional ability being questioned and the killer coming to visit, and he earned five times the commission fee with tears. He was the one who lost. .
For the money you earn based on your own abilities, one is willing to kill and the other is willing to suffer, so there is no need to feel guilty.
By the time Wayne finished his work for the day, the sun had set, darkness began to envelope the city, and the streets quickly became quiet.
Along with the darkness comes a hazy fog.
While calculating the difference in rent, Wayne went to the kitchen to prepare his dinner and said sincerely: "Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Lena. Thanks to your tacit marriage, I won't have to eat potatoes tomorrow."
Not tomorrow, not today, at least tonight I have to fight to the death with the potato.
Potato cubes, fried potatoes, fried potatoes, potato salad, mashed potatoes...
At first glance, it looks quite rich, with several dishes. Wayne pierced the potato pieces on the dinner plate with his fork, and turned his peripheral vision to the mirror on the bookcase, which reflected a face with black hair and black eyes.
There’s not much to say, it’s just a bad potato!
Take Mrs. Lehner as an example. If Wayne had not insisted on refusing, he would have received long-term financial assistance like the failed students.
This is Wayne's third month in the Chosen Continent. He has inherited everything from the unlucky guy 'Wayne', from the detective agency to the rent to the potatoes in the kitchen by the basket, nothing is left behind.
When he first came here, Wayne saw that he had a small building, which was still a commercial street, with an attic and a basement. With a life attitude that focused on money, he quickly accepted the change.
Until the landlord came to collect the debt and removed the radio.
Knowing that he was a payee, Wayne couldn't help but smile, but when he thought about how much he owed more to the bank in his previous life, it didn't seem unacceptable.
Then he couldn't accept it anymore.
1938, Europe, the Kingdom of Windsor, London... There are slight changes in the details, but no matter how you look at it, it is the rhythm of being bombed.
Just waiting for someone to raise the flag.
What's even more unacceptable is that what Wayne traveled through was not time, but space. There are only two continents on this earth, one is the God's Chosen Continent and the other is the Frozen Continent.
There is no hometown he is familiar with, and there is no bald eagle who beats gongs and drums everywhere to steal oil.
The frozen continent is Antarctica. Hundreds of years ago, it was also known as the Dark Continent and the God-Abandoned Continent. Part of the God-Chosen Continent extends to the North Pole. It is frozen all year round and has very limited living conditions.
In addition, this earth is blue, and the world map is full of water.
It took Wayne a long time to convince himself that the reason why life is life is that everyone has his own helplessness. He must cheer up and look forward. It is not too late to let go if it is no longer possible.
Then he saw potatoes.
"I hate potatoes!"
Wayne cut the potatoes into pieces on the plate while recalling the difficult three months. In his former life, he was a very romantic, no, a short-sighted person.
He is obviously a layman, but he is confident enough to open a detective agency; he obviously has a detective agency, but he does not do his job all day long, and spends his time in various social places; he obviously does not have a commission, but he hires a decent secretary.
Wayne couldn't understand and said he was shocked. When he first came here, the house was covered with posters of female stars. It turned out that he was not only a brainless person, but also a brainless fanatical fanatic.
For the sake of the female star's blond and long wavy hair, Wayne tore off the posters and instead of throwing them directly into the trash can, he kept them all in his bedroom on the second floor.
Perhaps due to the aftermath of time travel, Wayne didn't get many memories of his previous life. The scattered memory fragments were too confusing to be sorted into a clear story line, so he just glanced at them briefly and put them aside.
The clearest memory is in a small dark room, with a lamp on the table, surrounded by whispers, threats and even curses and torture. It can be seen that the predecessor was a re-employed person with a criminal record.
In addition, the original person also has a future diary, which is similar to a summer homework diary. The entire text is confusing and illogical. The vast majority of the text is spent imagining that he will marry a female star and then live a life without shame.
Three times a day, occasionally five times.
Because it was too artistic, this diary was kept by Wayne on his bedside table, and he occasionally took it out in the dead of night to study grammar.
The original person was undoubtedly a failure. In Wayne's view, he proved how good the detectives in the city were by not doing his job properly.
In Wayne's words, there is no dark horse that solves strange cases repeatedly as soon as he enters the industry. He is a black donkey in the detective world.
But it is undeniable that the original person worked very hard, and if he worked hard, he would not be where he is today if he didn't work hard!
At the beginning, Wayne rejected the identity of a detective and became a monk halfway through. He was planning to take a shortcut and become an inventor, relying on patents to live a lifetime of food and clothing.
The results were not very good. He still became a monk halfway through his inventions. All the small items he could think of, such as rubber bands, paper clips, mosquito coils, zippers, and band-aids, had already been patented.
It's outrageous. Why are the natives so smart?
Reluctantly, in order to enrich his pocket as soon as possible so that he would not starve to death, Wayne could only become a monk halfway and learn to become a qualified detective.
I have to praise the original person here. He spends money lavishly and has all kinds of detective equipment. The bookcase is filled with all kinds of criminal investigation books from entry to prison.
There are also many well-known detective novels.
Although Wayne's business ability is limited, he loves what he does and hates potatoes. He works very hard.
Perhaps due to the benefits of time travel, his learning ability is amazing and his thinking is much sharper than before. Some simple investigations are not difficult for him at all. His strong body can easily climb over walls and enter the hospital, and hide secretly outside the balcony window to take photos.
A strong body has nothing to do with time travel. The original instinct is engraved in the muscles. Referring to his experience in the dark room, it can be seen that the police uncles did not arrest the wrong person, but the time they locked him up was short.
Wayne’s time travel has another bonus.
A book!
It was floating quietly in his body. The specific location was unknown. It might be the brain, the heart, or the internal organs.
【The Book of Greed】
When it comes to this book, we have to mention that stormy night.
Before time travel, Wayne was a programmer. When he saw that his peers had fired their bosses before they were thirty-five, and many of them were prosperous, he and a colleague agreed to resign and started a small game together.
Jose: We should start a business as early as possible. Instead of waiting for the boss to fire us, we brothers should fire him and start playing games.
Wayne: That makes sense.
The Book of Greed is a prop in the game. Out of the bad taste of making Easter eggs, the two worked hard on the Book of Greed and stuffed a bunch of bugs into it, making the code contradictory and unexpectedly It works.
A bug is a bug, and a bunch of bugs are called features!
After the work was completed, the two people in front of the screen were overjoyed. While talking on the phone, they were looking forward to the launch of the platform. They dreamed of serving as chairman and cutting leeks on the market.
It's hard to say whether Jose can cut the leeks, but Wayne is definitely out of luck. I don't know if it was lightning or a leakage of electricity. As soon as he opened his eyes, he came to the God's Choice Continent.
"José, Jose, don't forget the rich and the noble. Don't forget to burn a few for me during the holidays..."
"How about I burn some for you?"
Wayne closed his eyes, and with a thought, the Book of Greed with a dark cover and bloody veins appeared in his sight.
The material is unknown, and the book cover is undulating and slightly moist and slimy, resembling a toad's back.
"It wasn't like this at the beginning. Has it mutated?"
Wayne tried to open the pages of the book, but was unable to do so. Just like the many previous attempts, only the eyeball embedded in the cover slowly focused and looked towards him.
There were many similar eyeballs, and the book cover was densely packed with raised bumps. Each one was tightly closed, and only the big eyeball in the middle responded to his gaze.
Only looking at each other.
I've traveled through time, it's stuck and I can't open it!
The more Wayne thought about it, the angrier he became. Forkful after forkful, he crushed the chopped potato pieces into mashed potatoes.
Even more angry, one dish is missing!
Wayne put down his fork and lamented: "Why is my life only full of ups and downs and endless hard work? Why is Mrs. Rainer the only one who provides long-term financial assistance? There is no noble lady who runs away from home and gets lost. Are you offering money at my doorstep to ask for shelter?”
Bang bang bang————
There was a knock on the office door, and looking through the dim glass, a black shadow lay dormant outside.
"Gudu!"
Wayne felt a chill coming inexplicably, his scalp was numb, he swallowed, and ate mashed potatoes to calm down his shock.
If I remember correctly, he closed the door.
(End of chapter)