Restarting the myth.

Chapter 1 Wayne Detective Agency

March 1938, 3 AD.

Windsor Kingdom, London City.

The departing cold winter cannot bring much warmth to the city. People are hurrying on the streets. The impact of the Great Depression is still there. The shadow of war may come at any time. This city is not happy.

Wayne Detective Agency, Belleek Street, East London.

It has two and a half floors, a basement, and faces the street. It is barely a happy place in the not-so-affluent East District.

But this is the landlord's happiness and has nothing to do with Wayne. If he doesn't pay the rent, he will have to go to the sewer.

In an 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 was ruthlessly harvested by time. Time cut off his thick hair and gave it to young leeks, and gave him the greasiness that young leeks didn't want.

As a doctor, he couldn't even grow a beard to protest.

"The good news is that the used car you're interested in has been confirmed to be an accident car. You can use this investigation report to lower the price."

Wayne handed in the first report. After identification, it was found that there was a forty-year soul ring attached to the car. Night driving was not recommended as the previous owner might have grabbed the steering wheel.

"This is not good news. This is a gift from my child. I have to look for another one."

Reiner said helplessly: "Tell me more bad news, I hope I can hold on."

"The bad news is that your wife does have a lover outside..."

Reiner interrupted immediately: "Who is it, that brainless dock worker, or that damn failed art student?"

"To be precise, both."

"..."

Both, what does it mean?
Reiner was completely confused, as he was stumped by this simple word.

Seeing the customer's confused expression, Wayne patiently answered his questions: "In the past week, Mrs. Reiner met with the dock workers three times, and the failed student three times as well. Each time, she met with the failed student first, and then went to look for ..."

"Okay, no need to say more, just give me the report to read myself."

Reiner interrupted again and picked up the report to read it himself. The text was clearly written, with the time and place specified in detail, and photos were attached, which made him very convinced.

After a moment, Reiner sighed. He did not get furious, but calmed down after a brief moment of anger.

"Wayne, your report is correct, but you said one thing wrong."

"Which one?"

“That’s the good news.”

"Yeah, it really is. How about some more coffee?"

"of course."

Dr. Reiner readily paid the subsequent commission, drank coffee as wine, and kept complaining to Wayne about his unhappy marriage.

Perhaps because he had received the money, Reiner was no longer his customer. Wayne had no intention of listening to him. He interrupted him rudely and turned to promote other business of the detective agency.

For example, marriage and family disputes.

"Hasn't it been investigated?"

"It has been investigated, but this one is yours."

Wayne took out the third investigation report from his desk drawer, which contained unclear evidence of Dr. Reiner's affair with a female nurse.

Reiner's forehead was sweating and he picked up the coffee with trembling hands to hide his panic. The copy was clear and organized, with detailed time and place, and photos attached, which made him very convinced.

"Wayne, how can 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 it, that's my money."

Reiner roared, but as a social elite, he quickly reacted and asked tentatively, "She hasn't read the report yet, right?"

"Dr. Reiner, my professional ethics require me to maintain client confidentiality. I'm sorry I can't answer this question." Wayne sternly refused.

"Give me the report and I'll pay you twice the price."

"..."

"three times!"

"hehe."

"Five times, five times should be fine, I can find a professional killer at the dock with that much money."

"make a deal."

"Damn it, you're a disgrace to the detective world."

Reiner paid the money and took the report, then left the detective agency cursing, vowing to come to Wayne to investigate again next time.

It’s nothing, this kid is really something.

The key is to get things done when you pay, and with extreme efficiency. In Windsor, where processes are redundant and tedious, this is a rare and excellent quality.

Wayne counted the bills until the office was empty, then he said, "Dr. Reiner, I forgot to remind you that if the lady doesn't get what she wants from me, she will definitely not give up. She will ask other detectives to investigate. I wish you good luck."

"..."

"Tsk, you're walking really fast!"

After counting the income, Wayne started working on today's work files. He took out his diary and wrote down the client's praise for him.

Be generous with your praise.

Judging from this diary alone, he was undoubtedly a promising young man in society who was helpful, broad-minded and had a passion for life.

As for the quick money earned by violating professional ethics, Wayne had no guilt. Even though he took the opportunity to make a fortune, he also suffered heavy losses.

Half of Mrs. Reiner's deposit had to be returned, and a failed investigation would damage the reputation of the detective agency. He risked having his business ability questioned and having assassins come to his door, and earned five times the commission with tears. He was the one who lost.

If you earn money by your own ability, you should take it if you want, and there is no need to feel guilty.

By the time Wayne finished his work for the day, the sun had already set, darkness began to cover the city, and the streets and alleys quickly became quiet.

Along with the darkness comes a hazy fog.

While calculating how much rent he still owed, Wayne went to the kitchen to prepare his own dinner and said sincerely, "Thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Reiner, thanks to your tacit marriage, I don't have to eat potatoes tomorrow."

Not tomorrow, not today, but at least I have to fight the potatoes to the end tonight.

Potato wedges, fried potatoes, pan-fried potatoes, potato salad, mashed potatoes...

At first glance, it looked quite rich, with several dishes. Wayne used a fork to pierce the potato cubes on the plate, and his peripheral vision caught sight of a face with black hair and black pupils in the mirror on the bookcase.

Nothing much to say, very tasty!
Taking Mrs. Rainer as an example, if Wayne had not insisted on refusing, he would have been able to receive long-term financial assistance like the failed students.

This is the third month since Wayne entered the Chosen Continent. He inherited everything from the unlucky 'Wayne', from the detective agency to the rent, to the potatoes in the kitchen that were counted by the baskets. Nothing was left out.

When he first arrived, Wayne saw that he had a small building on a commercial street with an attic and a basement. With his money-first attitude towards life, he quickly accepted the change.

Until the landlord came to collect the debt and took away the radio.

Wayne couldn't laugh when he learned that he was a debtor. But when he thought about the fact that he owed the bank more in his previous life, it seemed that it was not unacceptable.

Then he couldn't accept it anymore.

1938, Europe, Kingdom of Windsor, London... There are some changes in the details, but it looks like the place is about to be bombed.

Just waiting for someone to raise the national flag.

What is 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 chosen continent of God, and the other is the frozen continent.

There was no hometown he was familiar with, nor was there the bald eagle that was beating drums and gongs and stealing oil everywhere.

The frozen continent is Antarctica, which was also called the Dark Continent and the God-forsaken Continent hundreds of years ago. Part of the God-chosen Continent extends to the Arctic, where it is frozen all year round and living conditions are very limited.

In addition, the earth is blue and the world map is all water.

It took Wayne a long time to convince himself that life is life because everyone has their own helplessness. He should cheer up and move forward. If things really get out of hand, it won't be too late to deal with it.

Then he saw the potatoes.

“I hate potatoes!”

Wayne was chopping up the potatoes on the plate while recalling the difficult three months. In his previous life, he was an extremely romantic person, no, a simple-minded person.

Although he was an amateur, he opened a detective agency with full confidence; although he had a detective agency, he was idle all day long and spent money lavishly in various social places; although he had no commission, he hired a secretary in a formal manner.

Wayne couldn't understand and expressed his shock. When he first arrived, the house was full of posters of female stars. The original person was not only a brainless person, but also a brainless fanatical fanatic.

Considering the actress's long wavy blonde hair, Wayne did not throw the posters directly into the trash can after tearing them off. Instead, he put them all in his bedroom on the second floor.

Perhaps due to the aftereffects of time travel, Wayne did not obtain too many memories of his predecessor. The scattered memory fragments were too confusing to be sorted into a clear story line, so he just glanced at them and put them aside.

The clearest memory I have is of a small dark room with a desk lamp on the table. I was surrounded by whispers, threats, and even curses and torture. It is clear that I was a re-employed person with a criminal record.

In addition, the original body also has a future diary, which is similar to a summer homework diary. The whole text is chaotic and illogical, and most of the content is about fantasizing about marrying a female star and then living a shameless life.

Three times a day, sometimes five times.

Because it was too artistic, Wayne kept the diary on his bedside table and occasionally took it out to study grammar in the dead of night.

The original body was undoubtedly a failure. In Wayne's view, he used his unprofessional behavior to prove how excellent the detectives in the same city were.

In Wayne's words, there is no dark horse who can solve strange cases as soon as he enters the industry. He can be called a black donkey in the detective world.

But it is undeniable that the original body worked very hard, but he worked hard without doing his job properly. If he hadn't worked hard, he wouldn't have ended up like this!
At the beginning, Wayne refused the identity of a detective. His original self was a latecomer, and so was he. He planned to take a shortcut and become an inventor, relying on patents to live a carefree life for the rest of his life.

The result was not very good. He was a latecomer to invention. The small items he could think of, such as rubber bands, paper clips, mosquito coils, zippers, and Band-Aids, had already been patented by others.

It's outrageous, why are the natives so smart?
Helplessly, in order to fill his pockets as soon as possible and avoid starving to death, Wayne had to change his career and learn to become a qualified detective.

I have to praise the original person here. He spent money lavishly and had all kinds of detective equipment. His bookshelf was filled with all kinds of criminal investigation books from entry to imprisonment.

There are also many well-known detective novels.

Although Wayne had limited business abilities, he loved what he did and worked very hard despite his hatred for potatoes.

Perhaps it was a benefit of traveling through time, he had an amazing learning ability and his thinking was much more agile than before. Some simple investigations were not difficult for him at all. His agile body allowed him to easily climb over the wall into the hospital and secretly take photos outside the balcony window.

His agile body has nothing to do with time travel; it is an instinct engraved in his muscles. Referring to his experience in the small dark room, it can be seen that the police officers did not arrest the wrong person, they just detained him for too short a time.

There is another benefit to Wayne's time travel.

a book!

It is quietly suspended in his body, but its exact location is unknown. It could be the brain, the heart, or one of the internal organs such as the philtrum.

The Book of Greed

When talking about this book, we have to mention that stormy night.

Before traveling through time, Wayne was a programmer. Seeing that many of his colleagues had fired their bosses before the age of 35 and many of them were doing very well, he and a colleague agreed to resign and start a small game together.

Jose: It’s better to start a business early. Instead of waiting for the boss to fire us, why don’t we fire him and start making games ourselves?

Wayne: That makes sense.

The Book of Greed is an item in the game. Out of the evil taste of making Easter eggs, the two put a lot of effort into the Book of Greed and stuffed a bunch of bugs into it, making the code contradictory but unexpectedly able to run.

One bug is a bug, a bunch of bugs are a feature!
After the task was completed, the two people in front of the screen were jubilant. While communicating on the phone, they looked forward to the platform being launched, dreaming of becoming the chairman and reaping the benefits from the listing.

It’s hard to say whether Jose can reap the leeks, but Wayne definitely has no chance. It was not known whether it was lightning or a leakage of electricity, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he arrived at the God’s Chosen Continent.

"Jose, Jose, don't forget your good fortune, remember to burn a few for me during festivals..."

"How about I burn a few for you?"

Wayne closed his eyes, and with a thought, the Book of Greed with a black cover and blood-red veins appeared in his sight.

The material is unknown, the cover is bumpy, slightly damp and sticky, just like a toad's back.

"It wasn't like this at the beginning. Has it changed?"

Wayne tried to turn the pages of the book, but was unable to do anything. Just like his previous attempts, the eyeball embedded in the cover slowly focused and looked at him.

There were many similar eyeballs, all densely packed with raised dots on the book cover, all tightly closed, and only the large eyeball in the middle would respond to his gaze.

Limited to eye contact.

I traveled through time and space, there is a cheat, I can’t open it!

Wayne got angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and he used fork after fork to mash the chopped potatoes into mashed potatoes.

I was even more angry because there was one dish missing!

Wayne put down his fork and lamented, "Why is my life filled with nothing but ups and downs and endless hard work? Why is it that Mrs. Reiner is the only one who provides long-term financial assistance? Isn't there any noble lady who runs away from home, gets lost and comes to my doorstep, offering money and asking for shelter?"

Bang bang bang——

There was a knock on the office door, and looking through the dim glass, a black shadow was lurking outside.

"Gudu!"

Wayne suddenly felt a chill coming over him, his scalp felt numb, he swallowed his saliva, and ate some mashed potatoes to calm himself.

If I remember correctly, he closed the store.

(End of this chapter)