Chapter 2 Blonde Twin Ponytails
Wayne remembered clearly that the door of the detective agency was locked, or it was locked from the inside.
There are many urban legends in Lundam, such as the subway station leading to hell, the headless horseman wandering in the fog, cannibal alleys, underground tombs, etc.
The sensational urban legend only exists at night. It shares the same city with the citizens of London. It belongs to the citizens during the day and belongs to them at night. Both parties live in peace and harmony. But if someone breaks the rules and touches the other person's territory, they will evaporate overnight and disappear.
Mentioning these urban legends, the dockworkers spoke vividly as if they had seen it with their own eyes.
In the past three months, Wayne had heard a lot of urban legends. Because he had not seen them with his own eyes, he scoffed at them, and because he didn't need any money, he decided to believe them.
He follows the locals and keeps the door locked every night to avoid close contact with urban legends.
Anyway, it’s free, just give it a try.
Bang bang bang————
The knock on the door sounded again, no doubt much more urgent than before, as if Wayne kept knocking without opening the door.
Wayne didn't open the door, but silently grabbed the crowbar next to him. The other party didn't keep knocking, so he opened the door and walked in.
The black hooded robe covered the whole body, making it impossible to see the face of the intruder clearly. Under the illumination of the overhead light, the black robe had a clear shadow, which increased the pressure on Wayne, and a layer of blood appeared on the palm of the hand holding the crowbar. Sweat.
Wayne looked intently. Although he couldn't see the face clearly under the hood, he guessed that the intruder was a woman from the rise and fall of the chest in the robe.
Doing business?
"You must be the boss of this detective agency. I have a business to discuss with you."
"Can we talk tomorrow? It's closed now."
Although the woman's voice was pleasant, Wayne still rejected her. Her mysterious appearance made her look like someone with a story, and he didn't want to be associated with such a person.
The intruder didn't say anything. He slowly came to the desk, looked at the potatoes on the table, chuckled, and waved down a wad of bills.
The image of the Queen on the banknote deeply hurt Wayne's eyes. A single constitutional order with a face value of one hundred, at least fifty, that is, five thousand constitutional orders, was enough for him to work hard for two years.
The Constitution is the legal tender of the Kingdom of Windsor, and there are copper coins underneath it. Twelve Constitutions can be exchanged for one Constitution, which is the so-called change.
Affected by the Great Depression and the clouds of war, the purchasing power of the Constitution continued to decline, but for Wayne, it was still a huge sum of money.
"Can we talk now?"
"Please take a seat."
Wayne sat behind his desk with the crowbar placed across his legs. His intuition told him that this thing was of no use to the other party, but he needed some psychological comfort. There was a guy who took advantage of it, and he had some confidence when he spoke.
The woman was very satisfied with Wayne's business literacy and took his time sitting on the chair in front of his desk.
Wayne took a close look at the intruder and saw clearly the lower half of his face that was not covered by the hood. He had delicate lips and moist skin that was as white as pearls. He expected that the softness and warmth would be a good chin.
Judging by his appearance, Wayne guessed that the person was young, between sixteen and eighteen years old, and couldn't be more than twenty anyway.
At this age, with this kind of beauty, to enter a single man's home alone at night is either a bit of a skill or a bit of a skill.
Judging from the generous spending alone, it should be the latter.
The woman's silence made Wayne feel uncertain. He showed an official smile to face the customers and said politely: "Have you eaten yet? Do you want some potatoes?"
"black tea."
"Hold on."
Wayne put away the 5,000 constitutions on the table, got up and went to the kitchen to make tea. God knows where the locals could get tea in a world that didn't even have maritime trade.
After a while, Wayne sat down again. When he saw the woman holding the edge of her hood with her hands, trying to show her true face, he hurriedly interrupted.
"I understand the rules. I don't want to know what you look like. After tonight, no one knows anyone. Don't take off your hat." Wayne raised his hand to cover his eyes.
It's useless. The other person just goes his own way and doesn't care about his opinion at all.
The young woman has blond hair and blue eyes, her facial features are reasonably distributed, her skin and bones are just right, and her cool beauty with perfect fashion is extremely malleable. She can control purity and sweetness as well as show off her cool aura.
For example, now, with her blond hair tied behind her head and a pair of cold eyes filled with starlight, she picked up the teacup and smelled it under her nose, without tasting it, and put it back to its original position.
What's the matter, wild boars can't eat fine chaff?
Although the woman didn't say anything, Wayne still noticed a thick barrier called class gap. The top-quality tea he spent a lot of money to purchase was worthless in the eyes of the other party.
Very good, it’s a big order!
As a habit developed in his previous life, Wayne never complained to the wealthy Party A, 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, you can't afford to run a small business..."
"I'll pay for the work. I'll give you a thousand crowns a month to apply for the assistant position in the detective agency."
"..."
"If it doesn't work, forget it."
"Welcome, assistant lady, you have been hired by this detective agency."
Wayne nodded cheerfully, adding the previous five thousand to a total of six thousand constitutions.
Perhaps this makes him appear to have no moral integrity, but there is no comparison between the Six Thousand Constitution and moral integrity. A second of hesitation is a sign of tolerance for Tudou.
Wayne reached out his hand enthusiastically, but the other party didn't pick it up. He took his hand back and shook it himself. He said without embarrassment: "Your resume and ID... Oh, I can just make this up myself. I am Wayne, and this is a detective agency." What's your name, the boss and chief detective?" "Veronica."
Veronica said a name that was not true or false, and then told a story that was true or false. She came from a foreign country, had loved detective novels since she was a child, and determined to become a great detective.
She won't stay at Wayne's Detective Agency for too long, and she won't cause trouble for Wayne. As long as the latter asks less questions, she will earn endless amounts of Queen's portraits during her tenure.
A perfunctory lie and a serious lack of sincerity, but enough.
Wayne nodded. Now that things have happened, he can see that Veronica has another purpose. The specifics are unknown, but she only knows that 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 still have any vacancies here? I need two. I will pay the rent separately. Is that okay?"
"No, you can check in at any time with your bags."
Wayne was filled with emotion. As the old saying goes, when you meet a good person, you get married first;
Money leads the way, and Wayne has forgotten that Veronica has another purpose. He only knows that money is beauty, and beauty is justice. Rich and beautiful girls have double justice. Veronica is definitely not sent by the enemy. A female spy killer, she traveled thousands of miles to a foreign country just to realize her childhood dream of being a detective.
It's good, unlike Wayne, who had many dreams as a child but only one when he grew up.
Afford to buy a house.
"The first floor is the office area, and the second floor is my bedroom, archives, studio, warehouse, and bathroom. If you don't mind, there are partitions on the third floor. No one usually goes there. You can move in simply by tidying up tomorrow."
"I'm moving in tonight."
Veronica looked towards the stairs, took out a stack of constitutional orders from her wallet, and handed them to Wayne one by one: "Your bedroom will belong to me, and the entire second floor will be rented. I will give you an hour to rent you out." Move things down.”
"Just half an hour."
"Besides, my luggage is outside."
"Go and move now."
The daughter of a landlord's family, she doesn't do whoring for nothing. The money Veronica gave Wayne was enough to renovate the detective agency. He couldn't find it and had no reason to refuse.
But when he came to the door of the detective agency, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
The two doors stood open, trembling against the dark background.
A two-meter-tall strong man stood in front of the door, guarding three large black boxes. He had broad shoulders and a round waist, strong and deep 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. Standing far away, Wayne could feel the heat radiating from his strong body.
He is a practical person who can make sense.
Seeing Wayne, the strong man smiled slightly and stretched out his big thick hand towards him: "William, make a friend."
"Hello, I'm Wayne."
The strong man had a fierce look on his face, but he was surprisingly polite. Wayne handed over his hand politely, and when he put his hands together, he felt the heat in William's palm, and suddenly felt a chilling chill.
This cold air rushed straight from the soles of the feet to the tail vertebrae. It did not continue to hit the Tianling Gai and stopped locally.
No wonder he always felt that something was wrong. Only then did Wayne notice that William's blond hair was tied into twin tails, and his sleeveless vest was a blue and white striped sea soul shirt.
He was about to die, but he didn't let go and kept laughing!
William's smile was particularly charming, and he pulled Wayne to give his new friend a warm hug. Wayne struggled hard, but was no match for the opponent's terrifying brute force. In his sight, the blue and white stripes were getting closer and closer. There are also many curls of golden thread.
Chest hair, a symbol of William's male hormones.
"Meow~~~"
A cat meow interrupted William and saved Wayne, who was in danger. It was a black cat with golden eyes. He was lying on the black box with his hands folded. His shiny hair blended with the night, and he closed his eyes. It's the same as being invisible.
Hearing the meow, William decisively abandoned Wayne and raised the black cat with both hands: "Monica, raise it high."
Wayne: (一`一;)
What a close call, I was almost pinched to death by my chest muscles.
William lifted the black cat high, and the two-meter strong man jumped up and down. The scene was so beautiful that it directly dispelled Wayne's fantasy of blond twintails.
Noble lady, muscular guy, black cat, to be honest, he couldn't understand this combination.
Well, you can't say that. The aristocratic lady escaped from the wedding with a black cat pet, and was accompanied by a muscular butler and bodyguard. It immediately made sense.
"William, what are you doing? Put Monica down quickly."
Veronica walked out of the office. Seeing this, she immediately started fighting with William. Under Wayne's speechless gaze, the gay man was defeated and Veronica easily took away the black cat.
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 stay in his room from now on."
This is inappropriate!
Wayne shuddered and secretly vowed to move all the sheets, bedding and clothes out of the bedroom, leaving no piece of fabric stained with his own scent.
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."
(End of chapter)