Chapter 4 So delicious that you’ll have hallucinations
Mrs. Rainer was wearing a black coat, a pair of expensive women's leather shoes, and an unknown bird feather in her yarmulke.
She is over forty years old, has a plump body, and her frame size exceeds the average for women. She looks quite strong.
In terms of makeup, I can only say that I tried my best, but time has been too cruel and ruthless.
Wayne thinks he is not a person who judges people by their appearance, but if the above-mentioned woman is ogling him, he has no other shortcomings except judging people by their appearance.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Reiner."
"Me too, Wayne."
Mrs. Reiner took off her leather gloves and opened her arms to give Wayne a hug. The way her eyes lit up showed that she would never let go once she held him.
Wayne declined the warm embrace and asked Mrs. Reiner to take a seat in a business-like manner, regretting that the commission had not been completed. He spent a lot of time and energy but found no evidence of Dr. Lenner's cheating, and suggested that Mrs. Lenner try another detective agency.
Mrs. Lehner did not take this matter to heart and did not accept the deposit returned by Wayne. She expressed her belief in Wayne's business ability and was willing to wait a few more days.
I'm afraid this won't work. Time waits for no one. Dr. Reiner has the evidence of your cheating. It's you who will suffer if you wait.
Wayne gave him some more words of advice, chatted awkwardly with Mrs. Reiner for a while, and then personally sent him out of the detective agency.
"Wayne, is that lady just now the client?" Veronica walked downstairs. She was so focused on her appearance that she didn't notice that there was a lot of dust on the tip of her nose and cheeks.
Scars are the medals of bravery. Wayne paid attention but did not say a word. He nodded and said: "Mrs. Reiner is a client of the detective agency. She commissioned a domestic dispute investigation some time ago. Due to some accidents, she did not get it today. As for the investigation report, my ability is limited, so I advised her to find another detective.”
"It's just a family dispute. We can do it. There is no need to leave the business alone."
"That's what I said, but the situation here is very complicated and can't be explained in just a few words..." Wayne muttered, trying to get rid of the topic in a vague tone.
"What did you find out?"
Veronica narrowed her eyes. The clues that came to her door must not be let go easily.
"Uh, what should I say? How about we continue cleaning and wait..."
Uh-huh!
Wayne's hesitation was treated as a bargain by Veronica, who decisively opened the way with money and handed over two portraits of the Queen.
Wayne accepted it silently. It was a wonderful misunderstanding. He did not reject it and hoped that Veronica would continue it next time.
"The situation is like this. Some time ago, Dr. Lehner commissioned... Mrs. Lehner that afternoon... I conducted a follow-up investigation on the couple separately. Because Dr. Lehner came first, I gave him both reports as a token of my gratitude. , he took the initiative to pay..."
Wayne described the cause and effect: "The professional ethics of a detective do not allow me to sell the investigation results at both ends. I am a principled person and will not accept Mrs. Reiner's commission again, so I advised her to find another job."
Veronica: "..."
According to her education, this is not how the word professional ethics is used.
Veronica rolled her eyes very beautifully. She looked through the diary on her desk this morning. Because looking at other people's diaries without consent is tantamount to prying into privacy, it is unethical, so she asked Wei Yes.
Wayne was sleeping and said nothing.
Not saying anything means acquiescing!
In the diary, the clients spoke highly of Wayne, praising the handsome young man's professionalism and moral standards. The trivial details of life recorded all showed that Wayne was a positive and upright outstanding young man.
He abides by etiquette and law, he is willing to help others, he injects positive energy into a decadent society, and he is a model for contemporary young people to learn from.
Veronica was shocked after reading the diary, and her impression of Wayne changed greatly. She felt ashamed that she had misunderstood Wayne's character, and asked William to cook more delicious food to compensate for her offensive behavior of peeping into the diary. .
Now she understood why something as private as the diary was not locked but placed on the desk easily accessible.
It’s terrible, female college students feel like they are being played by society’s trash!
“Continue, what have you found out about Mrs. Reiner?”
Veronica handed over a portrait of the Queen with an expressionless face. Mrs. Reiner smelled of death and had closer contact with the Death Walker than Wayne. If you follow this line of inquiry, you will soon find the hidden target.
"According to the investigation, Mrs. Reiner is well-known in dockworker circles and the down-and-out art circles because of her philanthropy, and she has a lot of popularity..." Wayne did not hesitate to use money to do things, and said everything in one breath.
From a work perspective, it is very reasonable and logical for the detective to describe the investigation results to his assistant.
From a business perspective, he did not sell the information to Mrs. Reiner and maintained his professional ethics.
"To be specific, who are the painters and the longshoremen?"
"Why do you ask all this?"
Wayne frowned: "Assistant Wei, don't make things difficult for the boss. I took money from Dr. Lena, and our detective agency will not provide investigative services to Mrs. Lena."
"It has nothing to do with Mrs. Reiner. Now I am entrusting you with the investigation." Veronica shook the banknote in her hand.
"Please take a seat."
"..."
Can't you just struggle?
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The city of Lundam can be divided into five districts according to politics and economy. The central district located in the center is also known as Nerundam and Lundam City. It is the political, economic and cultural center of the entire Kingdom of Windsor.
There are the best universities, the best hospitals, the largest stock markets, museums, theaters, etc., and they are firmly controlled by the new capitalists who have been transferred by the noble lords.
The west and north districts are where the middle class gathers, while the east and south districts are the largest and have the worst resources in all aspects. They are where ports, industries, and warehouses gather. Most of the people living here are the working class.
Port terminal.
The sailor untied the rope and sailed away with the melodious sound of the whistle. The scorching sun, sea and curses jointly weaved a chapter unique to this place.
In the eyes of different people, the scenery of the dock is completely different. The pier is romantic in the eyes of the upper class. Amidst the chirping of seagulls, the sailors sang a uniform hymn of courage and rode the wind and waves to a foreign country. They pursued the true meaning of life, explored unknown routes, brought wealth, and sent civilization. Everything seems to have come out of an oil painting.
In the eyes of the people at the bottom, the dock is dirty, full of noisy seagulls, cold sea water, and workers who are just like me who are struggling to make a living and have to be unkempt, covered in stains and smelly sweat.
If this can be considered an oil painting, it must have been made with the filthiest feet, dipped in the smelliest mud and grease.
As a veteran capital power, the Kingdom of Windsor's industrial facilities and supporting infrastructure were completely backward, and it inevitably embarked on a downward path of low production capacity. Coupled with the impact of economic depression, war and other factors, the docks at that time were far from the prosperity of the past.
As afternoon tea time approached, Veronica was enjoying black tea in a restaurant with the black cat Monica in her arms. Wayne and William split into two groups to look for Pluto, the dock worker.
Pluto is one of Mrs. Reiner's crotch seaports. He is mainly a strong and strong man who can pound hard.
Wayne looked for him as usual, but couldn't find him. According to his coworkers, Pluto didn't go to work today. He might have gone to the warehouse area, or he might be sleeping at home.
On the way, Wayne unfortunately met William. The latter became energetic when he saw him. He held on to him and refused to let go. He sighed and complained.
"Wayne, I just met a young down-and-out nobleman. He owes a lot of debt and has to come to the dock to find a job..."
"I suggested to him that since he owes a lot of debt, he might as well use his butt to pay off the debt, but he refused. It's a pity. I don't know who will get an advantage in the future."
"Then I looked for a few more, but none were as young and handsome as that down-and-out nobleman."
Wayne: "..."
What is this, a gay version of Neptune, a safe haven for ships, the legendary Wan Zai Pier?
No, I've been working together for a long time and haven't done anything serious at all!
Wayne refused to communicate with William. After finding Veronica, he explained the situation. The next step was to go to Pluto's house to continue looking for someone, or to check out the apartment of the failed art student.
"Go find the painter."
The failed art student's name is Abel. He is a literary young man who has repeatedly failed the exam but has a firm artistic concept. Because he has been supported by noble ladies for many years, his youth has been squeezed to the last drop. Without youth, there is no assistance, and without assistance, there is no income. Unable to pay the rent, Abel moved from the affluent North District to the East District.
Mrs. Lena was not Abel's first sponsor, and she was not the best in appearance, but Abel was used to whipping balls, and said that compared with the noble ladies in the North District, Mrs. Lena was gentle. kind.
It belongs to cultivating one's moral character and nourishing one's nature.
"Abel plans to pursue art and earn living expenses in the East District, and then return to the North District when he is healthy. He is a person who is not willing to endure hardships but can endure hardships..."
In the taxi, Wayne told Veronica about Abel's deeds as tactfully as possible. He sat in the passenger seat, and Veronica, Black Cat, and William sat in the back seat.
As he spoke, Wayne glanced back from time to time, wondering about the perfunctory look on Veronica's face. She was clearly not interested in this commission but insisted on investigating it to the end. What was the reason for it?
The taxi stopped at the entrance of the street, and Wayne arrived at the third floor of the apartment building by familiar means. The wooden floor creaked, and a lot of domestic garbage was piled on both sides of the corridor.
The mouse flashed past quickly and disappeared between corners. Everything showed that Abel's life had reached the same low point as his body.
Wayne walked to the balcony last time and took the stairs this time. Just when he was about to knock on the door, William pushed him away and hit the wooden door with his casserole-sized fist.
The door opened. Abel was wearing single clothes and wrapped in a blanket. He looked at the extraordinary-looking Veronica with a puzzled look on his face, and then, in awe of William's dancing breasts, he quickly closed the door.
It's late.
William pushed the door directly in, almost knocking Abel to the ground.
"Mr. Painter, our lady would like to discuss the long-term assistance business with you."
Is there such a good thing?
Abel was ecstatic. Under Veronica's conditions, he could do it for free, let alone assistance.
A girl with such aura can inspire countless creative inspirations with just a slight collision. Thinking of this, Abel felt that his body was full of power.
He's doing it again!
When the camera turned, Abel was tied to a chair with a piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth.
Wayne: (_)
Such a skilled torture artist. If he refused last night, would he have the same fate?
"Don't be afraid, we are not good people. As long as you answer our questions obediently, we will not only not hurt you, but also pay you a considerable reward."
William smiled ferociously and pumped his chest muscles: "Of course, you can refuse. The result will be that the young daisy will be ravaged and become as big as a sunflower."
Abel shook his head desperately, he didn't know anything.
Wayne rolled his eyes and spoke professionally. This kind of threat might not scare Abel. He came to Veronica's side and whispered: "What's going on? You said you wouldn't cause trouble for me."
Veronica didn't answer, but took out a glass bottle from the woman's leather bag she carried with her. Wayne looked at it curiously and saw colorful mushrooms inside.
As you can see from the color, these fungi taste great.
Sure enough, the mushrooms were so delicious that they caused hallucinations. Abel was forced to stuff a mouthful of mushrooms by William. His pupils gradually lost focus, and his whole face was blank and lost its energy. Aba Aba smiled foolishly.
"Who imprinted you?"
William held Abel's right hand tightly, a ray of light flashed, and a black inverted triangle symbol slowly appeared on the skin of the back of Abel's hand.
This symbol represents death and is the mark of followers of the Goddess of Death.
Wayne looked at this scene in surprise, and a heat wave surged in his chest. The book of greed, which could only be seen but could not get a response, expressed desire at the moment when the light lit up.
want to!
(End of chapter)