Restarting the myth.

Chapter 4: So delicious that it causes hallucinations

Mrs. Reiner was wearing a black coat, a pair of expensive ladies' leather shoes, and a bird feather of unknown origin stuck in her bowler hat.

She was in her forties, had a plump figure, and a frame larger than the average female, and looked quite strong.

As for makeup, I can only say that I tried my best, but time has been too cruel and merciless.

Wayne thinks he is not a person who judges people by their appearance, but if the woman mentioned above flirts with him, I have to admit that he has no other shortcomings except judging people by their appearance.

"It's 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. Looking at the shining look in her eyes, one could tell that once she held him down, she would never let go.

Wayne declined the warm embrace and asked Mrs. Reiner to take a seat in a businesslike manner, expressing regret that the commission had not been completed. He spent a lot of time and energy but did not find any evidence that Dr. Reiner had cheated on him, and suggested that Mrs. Reiner try another detective agency.

Mrs. Reiner did not take the matter to heart, nor did she 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 that won't work. Time waits for no one. Dr. Reiner has evidence of your infidelity. If you continue to wait, you'll be the one who suffers.

Wayne gave some more advice, had an awkward chat with Mrs. Reiner for a while, and then personally sent her out of the detective agency.

"Wayne, was that lady the client?" Veronica walked downstairs. She paid so much attention to her appearance that she didn't notice that there was a lot of dust on the tip of her nose and her cheeks.

Scars are the medals of warriors. Wayne saluted but did not speak out. He nodded and said, "Mrs. Reiner is a customer of the detective agency. She commissioned a domestic dispute investigation some time ago. Due to some accidents, she did not receive the investigation report today. My ability is limited, so I advised her to find another detective."

"It's just a family dispute. We can handle it. There's no need to give up our business."

"That's what I said, but the situation here is very complicated and can't be explained in a few words..." Wayne muttered, trying to change the subject in an ambiguous tone.

"What did you find out?"

Veronica narrowed her eyes. She knew that the clues that came to her door should not be easily let go.

"Well, how should we continue cleaning and wait..."

Swish!
Veronica took Wayne's hesitation as bargaining, so she decisively used money to hand over two portraits of the Queen.

Wayne accepted it silently. It was a wonderful misunderstanding, he didn't reject it, and hoped that Veronica would continue next time.

"The situation is like this. Some time ago, Dr. Reiner commissioned... Mrs. Reiner... I conducted follow-up investigations on the couple separately that afternoon. Since Dr. Reiner came first, I gave him both reports. To express his gratitude, he took the initiative to pay..."

Wayne recounted the whole story: "My detective ethics do not allow me to resell my findings. I am a principled person and will not accept Mrs. Reiner's commission again, so I advised her to find someone else."

Veronica: "..."

According to her education, this is not how the word professional ethics is used.

Veronica rolled her eyes beautifully. This morning she looked through the diary on her desk. Because reading someone else's diary without consent is tantamount to intrusion into privacy, which is unethical, she asked Wayne.

Wayne was asleep at the time and didn't speak.

Not saying anything means consent!
In the diary, the clients spoke highly of Wayne, praising the handsome young man's professionalism and moral standards. The records of trivial matters and details in life also showed that Wayne was an outstanding young man who was positive, upright and outstanding.

He is courteous and law-abiding, he is helpful, he injects positive energy into a corrupt society, and he is a role 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 of her misunderstanding of Wayne's character, and asked William to make more delicious food to compensate for her offensive behavior of peeking at the diary.

Now she understood why something as private as a diary was not locked up but left on the desk where it could be easily accessed.

It’s terrible. The female college students feel like they’ve been played around by the garbage of society!
"Go on, what have you found out about Mrs. Reiner?"

Veronica handed over a portrait of the queen with an expressionless face. Mrs. Reiner had the smell of death on her and had been in closer contact with the Death Walker than Wayne. If they followed this line of inquiry, they would soon find the hidden target.

"According to the investigation, Mrs. Reiner is well-known among dock workers and down-and-out art circles for her charity and is very popular..." Wayne had no guilt in taking the money for the job, so he blurted it all out.

From a work perspective, it is reasonable and logical for the detective to tell his assistant about the results of the investigation.

From a business perspective, he did not sell the information to Mrs. Reiner and adhered to his professional ethics.

"To be more specific, who are the painter and the dock worker?"

"Why do you ask these questions?"

Wayne frowned and said, "Assistant Wei, don't make things difficult for the boss. I have received money from Dr. Reiner, and our detective agency will not provide investigative services for Mrs. Reiner."

"It has nothing to do with Mrs. Reiner. I am entrusting you to conduct an investigation now." Veronica shook the banknotes in her hand.

"Please take a seat."

"..."

Can't you just struggle a little?

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The city of Windsor can be divided into five districts based on politics and economy. The Central District, located in the central area, is also known as Inner Windsor and Windsor 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., which are firmly controlled by the new capitalists who were transformed from aristocratic masters.

The western and northern districts are where the middle class gathers, while the eastern and southern districts are the largest in area and have the worst resources in all aspects. They are where ports, industries, and warehouses gather, and most of those living here are working class.

Port terminal.

The sailors untied the ropes and set sail with the melodious whistle. The scorching sun, the sea, and the curses together weaved a chapter that belonged only to this place.

The view of the pier is completely different in the eyes of different people. The pier in the eyes of the upper class is romantic. In the sound of seagulls, sailors sing a uniform hymn of courage and sail to foreign lands against the wind and waves. They pursue the true meaning of life, explore unknown routes, bring wealth and civilization, and everything seems to have come out of an oil painting.

In the eyes of the lower class, the dock is dirty, full of noisy seagulls, cold sea water, and workers who are just like themselves, struggling to make a living and have to be unkempt, covered in stains and sweat.

If this can be considered an oil painting, it must have been created with the dirtiest feet, dipped in the smelliest mud and grease.

As an old capital powerhouse, the Kingdom of Windsor's industrial facilities and supporting infrastructure were comprehensively backward, and it was inevitable that it went downhill with low production capacity. Coupled with the impact of factors such as economic depression and war, the docks at that time were far from their former prosperity.

Nearing afternoon tea time, Veronica was enjoying tea in a restaurant with her black cat Monica, while Wayne and William split up into two groups to look for the dock worker Pluto.

Pluto is one of Mrs. Reiner's henchmen, and he is strong and powerful.

Wayne looked for the other person as usual, but didn't find him. According to his co-workers, Pluto didn't go to work today. He might have gone to the warehouse area or slept at home.

On the way, Wayne unfortunately met William. The latter became excited when he saw him, grabbed him and wouldn't let go, sighing and complaining.

"Wayne, I just met a young nobleman who was in debt and had to come to the dock to find a job..."

"I suggested to him that since he was in so much debt, he might as well use his butt to pay it off, but he refused. It's a pity. I don't know who will benefit from it in the future."

"After that, I looked for a few more, but none of them were as young and handsome as the down-and-out nobleman."

Wayne: "..."

What is this, a gay version of Aquaman, a safe haven for ships, the legendary Wanzai Wharf?

No, it seems you haven’t done anything useful for such a long time!

Wayne refused to communicate with William. After finding Veronica, he explained the situation. Next, he decided 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 named Abel is a young man with a firm artistic ideal who has failed the exams many times. Because he has been supported by the ladies for many years, his youth has been squeezed out of him. Without youth, there is no support, and without support, there is no income. Abel cannot afford the rent and moves from the affluent North District to the East District.

Mrs. Reiner was not Abel's first patron, and her figure and appearance were not the best, but Abel was used to whipping balls and said that compared with the ladies in the North District, Mrs. Reiner was gentle and kind.

Cultivating one's character belongs to this.

"Abel plans to pursue art and earn a living in the East District, and then return to the North District when he recovers. He is a person who is unwilling 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, while Veronica, Black Cat and William sat in the back seat.

As he spoke, Wayne looked back from time to time, puzzled by the perfunctory look in Veronica's expression. She was obviously not interested in this commission, but insisted on investigating it to the end. What was her reason?
The taxi stopped at the entrance of the street, and Wayne walked to the third floor of the apartment building as familiarly as he could. The wooden floor creaked, and a lot of household garbage was piled on both sides of the corridor.

The mouse flashed by and disappeared into the corner of the wall. Everything showed that Abel's life had fallen to the same low point as his body.

Last time Wayne went to the balcony, this time he took the stairs. Just when he was about to knock on the door, William pushed him away and slammed the wooden door with his fist as big as a casserole.

The door opened, and Abel was seen wearing only a single layer of clothing and wrapped in a blanket. He first glanced at the extraordinary-looking Veronica with a puzzled look on his face, and then, intimidated by William's dancing chest muscles, he quickly closed the door.

late.

William pushed the door open and almost knocked Abel to the ground.

"Mr. Painter, our lady wants to discuss long-term assistance business with you."

Is there such a good thing?

Abel was ecstatic. With Veronica's conditions, he would even do it for free, let alone assistance.

Such a spiritual girl can inspire countless creative inspirations with just a slight touch. Thinking of this, Abel felt his body was filled with strength.

He's doing it again!

The camera turned and saw Abel tied to a chair with a cloth stuffed in his mouth.

Wayne: (_)
What a skilled art of torture. If he had refused last night, would he have suffered the same fate?

"Don't be afraid. We are not bad people. As long as you answer our questions, we will not only not hurt you, but also pay you a handsome reward."

William grinned and flexed his chest muscles: "Of course, you can refuse, but the result is that the tender daisy will be ravaged and become as big as a sunflower."

Abel shook his head desperately, he knew nothing.

Wayne rolled his eyes and barely responded professionally. This threat probably wouldn't scare Abel. He came to Veronica's side and whispered, "What's the matter? You said you wouldn't cause me any trouble."

Veronica didn't answer, but took out a glass bottle from her purse. Wayne looked at it curiously and saw colorful mushrooms inside.

Judging from the color, these mushrooms taste excellent.

As expected, the mushrooms were so delicious that Abel had hallucinations. William forced a mouthful of mushrooms into his mouth. His pupils gradually lost focus, and his face became blank and lifeless, with Aba Aba smiling foolishly.

"Who branded you?"

William held Abel's right hand tightly. A ray of light flashed, and a black inverted triangle symbol slowly emerged on the skin on the back of Abel's hand.

This symbol represents death and is the mark of believers of the goddess of death.

Wayne looked at this scene in surprise, feeling a heat rising in his chest. The Book of Greed, which could only be seen but not responded to, expressed his desire the moment the light came on.

want to!

(End of this chapter)