Restarting the myth.

Chapter 3 A beautiful person may not necessarily have a beautiful soul, but at least she has a beautiful appearance
The door of the detective agency was violently destroyed, but Wayne did not pursue the matter for the Queen's sake. Only children can tell right from wrong, while adults just lie down and collect the money.

He moved a cabinet to block the door, preparing to change the door lock tomorrow morning. Then he moved a box and took a lot of effort to get to the second and a half compartments.

It is said to be two and a half floors, but in fact it is the third floor. Only half of the third floor is built, leaving an open-air balcony where flowers can be planted or clothes can be hung.

Wayne is poor and has no right to plant flowers or grass. He is only worthy of continuous struggle, so the balcony has always been empty.

Veronica was very satisfied with the layout of the third floor. She held her black cat in front of the window and watched the night view.

Wayne knocked on the door and frowned, "The night in Lundan is very strange. You'd better close the windows and don't open the curtains."

"Yes, this city is indeed dangerous, especially for ignorant people..."

Veronica didn't look back. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the night breeze. The black cat in her arms stared at the distant night sky with its golden eyes.

Wayne curled his lips. He knew Veronica was not an ordinary person and was full of secrets. He just didn't want to cause trouble.

After all, although ghosts have been around for many years, they are still too advanced for carbon-based creatures.

"Excuse me, will William always live in the detective agency?"

"Yes, he is the detective agency clerk you hired to handle the files."

"..."

This guy is so strong that even a bear would shake his head when he sees him. How can he look like a clerk?
Wayne complained in his heart and subconsciously asked, "What about the salary? Does he also work with salary?"

"if not?"

Right!

Wayne nodded seriously. It was indeed his fault for raising such insulting questions to a rich woman.

Wayne reminded Veronica to close the windows and go to bed as soon as possible, then turned around and went to the second floor to pack up. He had to do it as quickly as possible because who knows if William was already trying on his clothes.

"Wait a minute, Wayne, no, boss."

Veronica turned around and said seriously, "As your assistant, I suggest that we close the detective agency tomorrow and do a thorough cleaning inside and out."

"Yeah, it's a little messy."

Wayne expressed his support. He had also planned to do a thorough cleaning before, but because he was poor and busy, he had never made time and just did a simple tidying up.

After Wayne left, the black cat in Veronica's arms jumped onto the windowsill and said in a hoarse voice, "He has a strong smell of death, and there are marks on the wall, which means he has had close contact with the Death Walker recently and has been targeted."

The black cat spoke human language, but Veronica didn't care. She protected the black cat with both hands to prevent it from falling out of the window: "He is a detective and he comes into contact with many people every day. It is too difficult to investigate, but the Death Walker will not give up his target easily. We will know in two days."

"If you can't wait, check the files in his office. Maybe you can find some clues."

"It can only be this way."

Veronica frowned and said unhappily: "The aura of death on him is too strong, it's very abnormal. If he wasn't really a living person, I couldn't help but suspect that he was dead."

"Yes, but it was also thanks to him that we were able to find the Death Walker so quickly."

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The second floor.

Wayne walked into his bedroom and saw the tall and strong William, who had sorted out all the posters of female stars and was holding the Future Diary he found on the bedside table and laughing like a barbell. Wayne was amazed that a 2-meter-tall, hairy muscular man wearing a blue and white striped sailor suit could read a youth training manual about a man and a woman fighting without scolding him for being a heretic.

Where is your philosophy? Criticize it quickly!

The Future Diary is the original body's posthumous work, which is equivalent to being written by Wayne himself. He has to take the blame for this, but he did not step forward to take back the diary.

Rather than social death, he was more afraid of revenge. What if William held her down and refused to let go? He would be in trouble.

"Wayne, you're here. Where did you get this diary? Did you write it?"

That's not a diary, that's a spellcasting material for a single mage!
William winked and said meaningfully, "You have good taste, but Lily Hayworth is a singer and hasn't made many movies. I prefer the male protagonists in her movies. They are handsome, funny, considerate, optimistic, cheerful and talkative. They are simply ideal partners. What do you think?"

Wayne looked grim, he was such an ideal partner.

"Wayne, what are you doing there? Come here!" William patted the bed beside him.

"No need, I'll pack up and go downstairs. Veronica said we have to get up early tomorrow to do the cleaning." Wayne silently took a half step back to ensure that when William rushed over, he could close the door and escape immediately.

Hearing this, William did not make things difficult for Wayne anymore. The latter moved a pile of spell materials to the warehouse, packed up his bedding and went to the sofa in the office.

Silent all night.

Wayne woke up hungry the next day. The physical work last night had drained away his last bit of energy, allowing him to get a quality sleep like a baby daddy.

He could still sleep soundly even when there was noise in the kitchen, and only opened his eyes suddenly when he smelled an enticing aroma.

It's the roast, not the damn potatoes!
Wayne looked over in surprise. He had misunderstood the eldest lady. He thought she was someone who only knew how to spend money, but he didn't expect her cooking skills to be so superb.

Not to mention the color and taste, the other party has grasped the fragrance so well that even the glutton in his stomach is not tempted.

After a while, William, wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen. His strong chest muscles and shoulders made the narrow apron look ridiculous. If you have good eyesight, you can even see the protruding chest hair at the collar of his sailor suit.

William invited Wayne to try his best dish: "You slept too soundly. It's noon now. I prepared fish and chips, beef in sauce, and fried noodles with mushrooms. Can't wait?"

Wayne: (_)
Taking back what he said before, he didn't misunderstand the young lady, he misunderstood the muscular guy.

Soon, Veronica, who had been out shopping, returned. She was wearing a white shirt, a knitted suit jacket, breeches and long boots. She looked simple and capable, with a strong professional style.

Wayne nodded repeatedly after seeing this. A person with beautiful appearance may not necessarily have a beautiful soul, but at least she has a beautiful appearance. Veronica's figure and appearance make her look good in anything she wears, and this outfit would not be outdated even in the era he traveled through.

Veronica bought a lot of things, including simple furniture and daily necessities, potted plants, high-quality soil suitable for planting, and a pile of bottles and jars filled with plant seeds, apparently preparing to decorate the open-air balcony on the third floor.

After dinner, she put on an apron, hat and protective sleeves and began to clean the third floor. Her helper was the black cat Monica, who held a rag and wiped the windows diligently.

William was assigned a lot of hard work, such as moving furniture and taking out the trash, which made him complain a lot. He applied for a clerk position, or at least a chef position.

Veronica didn't make any arrangements for Wayne. It was obvious that she didn't like Wayne very much. Unless it was necessary, she wouldn't even take the initiative to talk to Wayne.

This directly led to Wayne being out of tune with the detective agency. Everyone else was busy, but he was idle, as if he was an outsider.

The outsider turned out to be myself!
People have a sense of shame, and no matter how bad they are, they still have a desire to win. Wayne picked up the mop and joined in the cleaning. He was busy for an hour until the door of the detective agency was knocked again.

Mrs. Rainer!

(End of this chapter)