Wayne remembered it very clearly that the door of the detective agency was locked or the lock from the inside.

There are many urban legends in Rendan City, such as the subway station leading to hell, the headless knights wandering in the fog, the alleys that eat people, the underground tombs, etc.

The sensational urban legend only shares a city with the citizens of Rendan at night. It belongs to the citizens during the day and to them at night. Both sides are peaceful and the well water does not violate the river. But if someone does not follow the rules and touches the other party's territory, it will evaporate overnight and disappear.

When talking about these urban legends, the dock workers were vivid and vivid, as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

In the past three months, Wayne has heard many urban legends. He sneered at it because he didn't see it with his own eyes. He also decided to believe it because he didn't have any money.

He followed the customs of the countryside, and when night fell, the door would be locked to avoid close contact with urban legends.

Anyway, it's free, I'll believe it.

Bangbang---

The knock on the door sounded again, undoubtedly much more urgent than before, as Wayne kept knocking on it without opening the door.

Wayne did not open the door, silently grabbed the crowbar next to him, and the other party did not knock on it, and pushed the door and walked in.

The black hooded robe covered the whole body and could not see the face of the intruder clearly. Under the light above the head, the black robe had a clear shadow, which increased the pressure on Wayne. A layer of sweat appeared on the palm of the crowbar tightly.

Wayne looked closely and could not see the face under the hood, but looking at the ups and downs on the chest of the robe, he guessed that the intruder was a woman.

Businessman?

"You are the owner of this detective agency. I have a business to talk to you."

"Can you talk about it tomorrow? It's closed now."

Although the woman's voice sounded very nice, Wayne still rejected the other party. His mysterious dressing was obviously a person with a story, and he didn't want to be involved with such a person.

The intruder slowly came to the desk without saying a word, looked at the potatoes on the table, chuckled, and waved down a stack of banknotes.

The queen's avatar on the banknote deeply hurt Wayne's eyes. A single constitution with a value of 100, at least fifty, or five thousand constitutions, was enough for him to work hard for two years.

The Constitution is the legal currency of the Kingdom of Windsor, and there are also copper coins, and twelve Constitutions can be converted into a 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 you talk now?”

"Please sit."

Wayne sat behind the desk, putting a crowbar horizontally above his legs, and intuition told him that this thing was useless to the other party, but he needed some psychological comfort. A guy who had a handy guy would have some confidence when talking.

The woman was very satisfied with Wayne's business qualities when she saw money, and sat down on the chair at the desk without any haste.

Wayne looked at the intruder at close range and saw clearly the lower half of his face that had not been covered by the hood. His lips were delicate and moisturized with skin as white as pearls. He thought that it would be a good chin to get soft and warm.

Judging from the quality, Wayne speculated that the other party was not old, sixteen to eighteen years old, and it was impossible for him to be over twenty years old anyway.

At this age, this kind of beauty, you can either have some skills or some skills when you go to a single man's home alone at night.

Just seeing the magnanimity of one's hands should be the latter.

The woman's silence made Wayne feel unsure, and she showed an official smile to the customer, and said politely: "Have you eaten? Do you want some potatoes?"

"black tea."

"Hold on."

Wayne put away the five thousand orders on the table and got up to go to the kitchen to make tea. God knows that there is no sailing trade in this world, where did the locals get the tea from.

After a while, Wayne sat down again and saw the woman put her hands on the edge of the hood, wanting 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 party does his own thing and doesn't care about his opinions at all.

The young woman has blonde hair and blue eyes, her facial features are distributed reasonably, her skin and bones are just right, and her cool and beautiful face with full fashion is extremely plastic. She can not only control the pure and sweetness, but also show a cool and cool momentum.

For example, now, her golden hair is wrapped around the back of her head, and her cold eyes are filled with starlight. She picked up the teacup and smelled it under her nose, but did not taste it, and put it straight back to her original position.

What's wrong, the mountain pig cannot eat fine bran?

Although the woman did not say anything, Wayne still noticed a thick barrier called the class gap. The best tea he bought was worthless in the eyes of the other party.

Very good, a big order!

Wayne never complained to the rich Party A in his previous life, at least he didn't know how to do it on the surface, and kept smiling: "Dear Miss, can you tell me the business you want to discuss?"

"I'm missing a job, you're missing an assistant."

“…”

Wayne was shocked and pointed to his office: "As you can see, small business can't afford to support..."

"I paid for work and gave me one thousand constitutional orders a month to apply for an assistant position in the detective agency."

“…”

"If not, forget it."

"Welcome, Assistant Miss, you have been hired by this detective agency."

Wayne nodded happily, adding the previous five thousand, a total of six thousand orders.

Perhaps this made him seem very unconventional, but the Six Thousand Constitutions and moral integrity were incomparable. He hesitated for a second and was tolerant of potatoes.

Wayne stretched out his hand enthusiastically, but the other party didn't answer. He withdrew his hand and held it himself, saying without embarrassment: "Your job resume and ID card... Oh, I can just edit this myself. I am Wayne, the boss and chief detective of this detective agency, what do you call it?"

"Veronica."

Veronica told a name that doesn't know the truth, and then told a story that doesn't know the truth. She comes from a foreign country and has loved detective novels since she was a child and is determined to become a great detective.

She won't stay at Wayne Detective Agency for too long, nor will she cause trouble for Wayne. As long as the latter asks fewer questions, she will have endless queen avatars during her entry.

Perfunctory lies are seriously lacking in sincerity, but they are enough.

Wayne nodded. At this point, it was obvious that Veronica had another purpose. She didn't know what she was doing, but she only knew that she was not for him.

He has nothing and no value for use.

"When I joined the company, I will live in the detective agency. Do you still have free rooms here? I need two rooms and I will pay the rent separately. Is it okay?"

"No, you can check in with your luggage at any time."

Wayne sighed repeatedly, and the old saying goes: Get married first when meeting a good person, get married first when meeting a noble person, get married first when meeting a rich woman. He didn't believe it before, but now he realizes that he has never met a rich woman before.

Money leads the way and everything goes wrong. Wayne has forgotten Veronica's other purpose. He only knows that money is appearance, and appearance is justice. A rich and beautiful girl has dual justice. Veronica is definitely not a female spy killer sent by the enemy country. She traveled thousands of miles to a foreign country just to realize her childhood detective dream.

It's pretty good. Unlike Wayne, he also had many dreams when he was a child, and only one when he grew up.

Affordable house.

"The first floor is the office area, and the second floor is my bedroom, archives, studio, warehouse, and bathroom. If you don't dislike it, there is a compartment on the third floor, and no one comes over normally, so you can move in just a little clean up tomorrow."

“I’m going to check 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 belongs to me, and the entire second floor will be rented. I will give you an hour to move your stuff down."

"It's only half an hour."

"And, my luggage is outside."

"Let's move now."

The landlord's daughter is free and not prostitutes. Veronica gives enough money to Wayne renovates the detective agency, and he has no reason to refuse if he can't find it.

But when he came to the gate of the detective agency, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Two doors were open and shivering in the dark background.

A strong man two meters tall stood in front of the door, guarding three large black boxes, with big arms and round waists, tough and deep facial features, and thick arms and thick hair.

In the winter, Rendan, who had not left, the strong man was wearing only a pair of white shorts and a sleeveless vest. Wayne could feel the heat waves emitted by the other person's strong body while standing from afar.

He is a reasonable and practical school.

Seeing Wayne, the strong man smiled slightly and his thick big hand reached towards him: "William, make a friend."

"Hello, I'm Wayne."

The strong man looked fierce, but unexpectedly he was very polite. Wayne handed it on his hands without any hesitation. When his hands were combined, he sensed the heat in William's palm, and a creepy cool air suddenly appeared.

The cold air rushed straight from the soles of the feet and rushed straight into the tailbone, without continuing to hit the Tianling Cap, and stopped in the local area.

No wonder he always felt something was wrong. Wayne noticed that William had blonde hair tied into a pair of ponytails, and his sleeveless vest was a blue and white sea soul shirt.

He was about to die, but he didn't let go and kept laughing!

William's smile was particularly sensuous. He grabbed Wayne and wanted to give the friend he had just made a warm hug. Wayne struggled hard, but could not resist the opponent's terrifying brute force. In his sight, the blue and white strips were getting closer and closer, and there were many curly golden threads on it.

Chest hair, a symbol of William's male hormones.

“Meow~~~”

A cat moan interrupted William and rescued the precarious Wayne, a black cat with golden eyes, lying on the black box with hands in his arms, and his smooth hair blended into the dark night. When he closed his eyes, he was no different from invisibility.

Hearing the cat's meow, William decisively abandoned Wayne and raised the black cat with both hands: "Monica, raise it high."

Wayne:(one`' one;)

It was so dangerous that I almost got killed by my chest muscles.
To be continued...