"No need, what if you encounter a pervert?"

Wayne waved his hand: "I owed my senior a lot of favors before. For example, you helped me open the door to the magical world, for example, you tutored me with homework every day, and for example, the product supervision of stockings. You have contributed behind the scenes. Give me a chance.

Let me lose a little."

Chris thought for a while, and it seemed to make sense. Then... lose a little?

"By the way, when it comes to product monitoring, I recently suddenly thought of a new clothing design, targeting women in the office. I hope you can be my design model." Wayne took out a pen and paper and sketched.

White short-sleeved shirt + black suit skirt, elegant and decent, fashionable and stylish, easily show women's confidence and charm, suitable for all occasions.

In this era, it will definitely lead the fashion trend.

Chris looked at it for a while, pointed to the black short skirt, and asked in surprise: "Is it too short? It doesn't even reach the knees."

Not only does it not reach the knees, it clearly only covers the buttocks. It is a hip-covering skirt that can be paired with black stockings to create a killer look.

"This is an indispensable part of design. If you think it is useless, I think it is useless. We must be scientific and cannot take it for granted. Only by seeing the finished product on the model can we determine the final length of the skirt." Wayne said seriously.

Badao, with a serious look, seems to be guarding justice.

Chris squinted her eyes and looked at Wayne. She raised her hand and added two black lines on the design, so that the skirt barely touched her knees.

It can't be any shorter, otherwise the shame will be unbearable!

Wayne nodded. He knew the final product well, and the hem of the skirt would definitely exceed the knees. Drawing a hip-covering skirt was nothing more than using the window opening theory and letting Chris make compromises on her own.

The length of the skirt is not important, not even the skirt is important. What is important is that one has two, and he has a model.

"Senior, please stand still while I measure your waist and hips. I'll make the sample in the next two days."

"..."

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Commercial Street, Wayne Detective Agency.

The Dawn Detective Agency across the street is still doing a booming business, and the death believers are the standard ones who don't make money. The belief in a fair and just death has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and everyone is so busy that their hair has fallen out.

"If you open a wig shop here, the business will definitely be booming."

Wayne stopped the car, went to Jianhe County to check in in the morning, went to Landau Manor to learn magic in the afternoon, and even took time out of his busy schedule to visit the detective agency. Day after day, he was exhausted.

“It’s so hard to make money!”

Wayne got out of the car and closed the door. After walking a few steps, he noticed a lewd look coming from behind. The angle was so obscene that it made his anus shiver and he couldn't help but shudder.

When you are in Windsor, beware of surprise attacks from behind.

Wayne turned around and looked around. Unexpectedly, the owner of his leering eyes was not a bald gay man, but a tall and long-legged beauty.

"Detective Mona, what are you doing behind me?" Wayne said with a dark face.

"Hey, boss, is that you?"

Mona was surprised and was looking at her butt without paying attention to who was behind her.

"Even if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to... It's a lady's reserve. If you're like this, forget it. Just be more careful next time."

Wayne reprimanded the employee with a straight face, blaming him for Mona's awakening of strange habits, and he had to bear some responsibility.

Putting aside the facts, the Holy See must bear the main responsibility. How many days have passed, why not arrange psychological counseling for the undercover?

Mona saw that she had locked the target and found the boss's ass. She was so embarrassed that she almost dug out a cathedral with her feet. She laughed on the spot and gave a few weak explanations.

‘Bruce’ disappeared and there is no news so far. The Vatican gave up the search and rescue work and just pretended that this person did not exist.

Asking means that the mind is still there and the person is not dead. Asking again means that you don’t know anything.

Mona admires Bruce very much. If he hadn't been working undercover next to the devil, willing to sacrifice himself to pass on information, the Holy See would have paid a heavy price to expel the Thousand-Eyed Demon.

It is and is extremely possible that the devil will open the gates of hell, and the lives of Lundan will be devastated, and millions of people will pay the price with their lives.

Mona wants to know who Bruce is. Heroes should not be unknown and should not be buried in history. Maybe Bruce doesn't care, but she wants to say thank you to him.

This is what the hero deserves!

Mona has limited information at hand, and the only way to determine Bruce's identity is her butt. She has this feeling engraved into her soul, confident that she can find the hero with just a pinch.

Lundan currently has a population of more than six million, which is only half of it. There are also three million men. The sea of ​​​​people is huge. It is impossible for her to test the skills one by one. She can only make a visual inspection first, and then find the right opportunity to take action.

She thought Wayne's butt looked very similar, at least it looked quite perky.

"Don't do such boring things next time. If others see it, it will affect the reputation of the detective agency." Wayne scolded him a few more times, turned around... and let Mona go ahead.

Walking into the office, Wayne checked the latest attendance records. It had been almost a month, and Wesley still hadn't found the rich man's dog son.

"I can't find a single dog, yet I still have the nerve to call myself a detective..."

Wayne muttered, he believed in Wesley's business ability, even if Wesley was found, the commission would most likely involve mysterious events.

After thinking about it, Wayne called Mona and handed over the commission to her.

"Resolve it as soon as possible. We must give the client an explanation whether it's life or death." Wayne ordered: "Wesley has been investigating for a long time. Ask the other party directly."

Mona nodded and left holding the entrusted file.

Regarding the missing pet dog, she had some guesses. Some time ago, the tactical team killed magical beings in the lair of the Thousand-Eyed Demon. Most of the magical beings were stray dogs wandering in the streets before the transformation.

The younger brothers came to arrest him.

"Maybe we can make use of this commission."

Mona lowered her head slightly, her glasses flashed with light. She had been investigating Wayne's identity for some time, but had never found a suitable opportunity.
Chapter completed!