Restarting the myth

March 13, 1938.

Windsor Kingdom, London City.

The cold winter that is about to leave cannot bring much warmth to this city. Pedestrians are in a hurry 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, Bellick Street, East District, London City.

Two and a half floors, with a basement, facing the street, it is barely a happy place in the not-so-rich East District.

But this is the landlord's happiness, not Wayne. If he doesn't pay the rent, he can only go to the sewer to be happy.

In the office on the first floor, Wayne looked at his client with a smile, and there were two investigation reports on the desk in front of him.

"Doctor Reiner, regarding your two commissions, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"I've been unlucky recently. Let me tell you the good news first."

Reiner shrugged. He was a middle-aged leek that was ruthlessly harvested by time. Time took away his thick hair and gave it to the young leeks, and gave him the greasiness that the young leeks didn't want.

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

"The good news is that the second-hand car you're interested in is confirmed to be an accident car. You can take this investigation report to bargain for it."

Wayne handed over the first report. After identification, it was found that there was a forty-year soul ring attached. It was not recommended to drive at night, and the previous owner might grab the steering wheel.

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

Reiner said helplessly: "Tell me the bad news again. I hope I can hold on."

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

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

"To be precise, both."

"..."

Both, what does it mean?

Reiner was confused and was confused by this simple word.

Seeing the customer's confusion, Wayne patiently answered his doubts: "In the past week, Mrs. Reiner met the dock worker three times, and the failed student three times. Each time, she met the failed student first, and then went to find..."

"Okay, no need to say, let me read the report myself."

Reiner interrupted again, picked up the report and read it himself. The copy was clear and organized, and the time and place were detailed, and photos were attached, which made him very convinced.

After a moment, Reiner sighed. He did not fly into a rage. He calmed down after a brief anger.

"Wayne, your report is all correct, but you got one sentence wrong."

"Which sentence?"

"That's the good news."

"Yeah, it's true. How about some more coffee?"

"Of course."

Dr. Reiner paid the subsequent commission fee without hesitation, and kept complaining to Wayne about his unhappy marriage while drinking coffee.

Maybe because he had received the money, Reiner was no longer his customer. Wayne had no intention of listening to him at all. He interrupted him without hesitation and started to promote other business of the detective agency.

For example, marriage and family disputes.

"Hasn't it been investigated?"

"Yes, it has been investigated, but this one is yours."

Wayne took out the third investigation report from the drawer of his desk, 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, that's my money."

Reiner roared. As a social elite, he quickly reacted and asked tentatively: "She hasn't seen this report yet, right?"

"Dr. Reiner, my professional ethics require me to keep my clients confidential. I'm sorry I can't answer this question." Wayne seriously rejected the other party.

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

"..."

"Three times!"

"Hehe."

"Five times, five times is fine, so much money I can find a professional killer at the dock."

"Deal."

"Damn, you are a disgrace to the detective world."

Reiner paid the money and took the report. He left the detective agency with a curse and vowed to commission Wayne to investigate next time.

Nothing else, this kid is really something.

The key is to get things done when you pay, and the efficiency is extremely high. In Windsor, where the process is 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 entrust other detectives to investigate. I wish you good luck."

"..."

"Tsk, you're walking fast!"

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

He was generous with his praise.

Just looking at this diary, he is undoubtedly a promising young man who is helpful, broad-minded, and passionate about life.

As for the quick money he made by violating professional ethics, Wayne had no regrets. Although he took the opportunity to make a fortune, he also suffered heavy losses.

Half of Mrs. Reiner's deposit had to be returned, and the failure of the investigation would also damage the reputation of the detective agency. He earned five times the commission with tears, risking his business ability being questioned and the killer coming to his door. He was the one who lost.

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

When 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 came the hazy fog.

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

No tomorrow, no today, at least I have to fight potatoes to the end tonight.

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

At first glance, it looks quite rich, with several dishes.

Wayne used a fork to pierce the potato cubes on the plate, and his peripheral vision glanced at the mirror on the bookcase, reflecting a face with black hair and black pupils.

There is nothing to say, it's very potato-like!

Take Mrs. Reiner as an example. If Wayne hadn't insisted on refusing, he could have received 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 calculated by baskets.

When he first came, Wayne saw that he had a small building, which was a commercial street, with an attic and a basement. With a life attitude of everything about money, he quickly accepted the change.

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

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

Then he couldn't accept it again.

1938, Europe, the Kingdom of Windsor, London... There are some changes in the details, but no matter how you look at it, it's the rhythm of being bombed.

Just waiting for that person to raise the national flag.

What's even more unacceptable is that Wayne didn't travel through time, but space. There are only two continents on this earth, one is the Chosen Continent, and the other is the Frozen Continent.

There is no hometown he is familiar with, and there is no bald eagle that beats gongs and drums everywhere to steal oil.

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

In addition, this earth is blue, and the world map is full of water.

It took Wayne a long time to convince himself that the reason why life is life is that everyone has their own helplessness. He should cheer up and look forward. It’s not too late to put it aside when it’s really not possible.

Then he saw potatoes.

"I hate potatoes!"

While cutting up the potato pieces on the plate, Wayne recalled the difficult three months. His predecessor was a very romantic, no, a fool.

He was obviously an outsider, but he opened a detective agency with full confidence; he obviously had a detective agency, but he was idle all day long, and he spent a lot of money in various social places every day; he obviously didn’t have a commission, but he hired a secretary in a formal manner.

Wayne didn’t understand and said he was shocked. When he first came, the house was full of posters of female stars. His original body was not only a brainless person, but also a brainless fanatic fanatic.

Because of the actress's long blond wavy hair, Wayne tore off the poster and didn't throw it directly into the trash can. Instead, he put it all in his bedroom on the second floor.

Perhaps because of the sequelae of time travel, Wayne didn't get too many memories of his predecessor. The scattered memory fragments were too chaotic to be sorted into a clear story line, so he just glanced at them and put them aside.

The clearest memory was in a small dark room, with a desk lamp on the table, surrounded by whispers, intimidation, and even curses and torture, which shows that the predecessor was still a social re-employment person with a criminal record.

In addition, the original body also had a future diary, similar to a summer homework diary, with chaotic and illogical writing throughout, and most of the space was 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, this diary was collected by Wayne on the bedside table, and occasionally taken out to learn grammar in the dead of night.

The original body was undoubtedly a failure. In Wayne's view, he proved how good the detectives in the same city were by his own idleness.

In Wayne's words, there is no dark horse who can solve strange cases as soon as he enters the industry. The original body 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 and did not work hard. If he hadn't worked hard, he would not have ended up like this!

At the beginning, Wayne refused the identity of a detective. The original body changed his job halfway, and so did he. He was ready to take a shortcut and become an inventor, relying on patents to live a life of worry-free food and clothing.

The result was not very good. He was still a half-way inventor in inventing. He could think of small items such as rubber bands, paper clips, mosquito coils, zippers, and Band-Aids, which had already been patented by others.

It was outrageous. Why were the natives so smart?

Helplessly, in order to fill his pockets as soon as possible so that he would not starve to death, Wayne could only change his job halfway and learn to become a qualified detective.

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

There are also many well-known detective novels.

Although Wayne's business ability is limited, he loves what he does. With hatred for potatoes, he works very hard.

Perhaps it is a benefit after crossing, he has amazing learning ability and his thinking is much more agile than before. Some simple investigations are not difficult for him at all. His agile body can easily climb over the wall to enter the hospital and hide outside the balcony window to take pictures secretly.

Being strong and agile has nothing to do with time travel. It is an instinct engraved in the muscles of the original body. Referring to his experience in the small black room, it can be seen that the police uncle did not catch the wrong person, but the time was too short.

Wayne's time travel has another benefit.

A book!

Quietly suspended in his body, the specific location is unknown, it may be the brain, it may be the heart, or it may be the philtrum of the internal organs.

[The Book of Greed]

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

Before time travel, Wayne was a programmer. Seeing that his colleagues fired their bosses before the age of 35, and many of them were doing well, he and a colleague agreed to resign and jointly make a small game.

Jose: Start a business as early as possible. Instead of waiting for the boss to fire us, we might as well fire him and make games.

Wayne: That makes sense.

The Book of Greed is a prop in the game. Out of the evil taste of making Easter eggs, the two worked hard on the Book of Greed and stuffed a bunch of bugs into it, making the code contradictory and unexpectedly run.

One bug is a bug, a bunch of bugs are called features!

After the success, the two people in front of the screen were jubilant. While communicating by phone, they looked forward to the platform being launched, dreaming of becoming the chairman and reaping the benefits of the listing.

It was hard to say whether Jose could reap the benefits, and Wayne certainly had no chance. He didn't know whether it was lightning or leakage, but he came to the God-chosen Continent as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Jose, Jose, don't forget each other when you are rich and powerful. Remember to burn a few for me during the holidays..."

"Or I'll burn a few for you."

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

The material was unknown, the cover was bumpy, slightly damp and sticky, and looked like the back of a toad.

"It wasn't like this at the beginning. Did it mutate?"

Wayne tried to turn the pages of the book, but he was powerless. Like many previous attempts, only the eyeball embedded in the cover slowly focused and looked at him.

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

Limited to eye contact.

Crossing over, there is a cheat, can't open!

The more Wayne thought about it, the angrier he became. He used one fork after another to mash the dismembered potato cubes into mashed potatoes.

Even more angry, there was one less dish!

Wayne put down his fork and lamented, "Why is my life only desolate and endless hard work? Why is it that only Mrs. Reiner provides long-term financial assistance? Is there no noble lady who ran away from home, got lost and came to my door, offering money to take me in?"

Bang Bang Bang————

The office door was knocked, and looking through the dim glass, a black shadow lurked outside.

"Gulp!"

Wayne inexplicably felt a chill coming, his scalp numb, swallowed his saliva, and ate a mouthful of mashed potatoes to calm his nerves.

If I remember correctly, he closed the door.