Restarting the myth

Wayne's brain was probably crazy. He had been studying theoretical knowledge and meditating for a long time, which drained all his energy. He couldn't blurt out the cup sizes of the three beauties as he did before.

He had to think for 25 seconds!

Except for eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping, Wayne spent the rest of his time studying. In order to catch up with those geniuses, he even compressed his sleeping time. He only maintained basic sleep needs every day and started studying as soon as he opened his eyes.

It is conceivable that he was so busy that even the beautiful girls were blurred in his memory, so how could he remember who Hood was.

At first glance, I thought someone's wife came to the door!

Come to think of it, it's true. The Royal Navy of Windsor does have a HMS Hood battleship in service.

When Wayne returned to the big house, Hood's phone had been hung up. He dialed the number written down by the housekeeper and quickly got in touch with the other party.

Hood seemed to have been waiting by the phone.

"Hood, what's up?"

"Mr. Wayne, Wesley is missing, and I found myself being followed. In order to avoid causing you trouble, I didn't visit you directly..."

Hood's voice was hoarse, and his fatigue was hard to hide between the lines. He forced himself to tell about his investigation of the Geocentric Church, and told Wayne the location of the investigation report, hoping that Wayne would do him a favor and send someone to send the investigation report back to Lundan.

Hood was followed and could not leave Enroard Town with the report. He wanted to contact the official intelligence agency, but because Wesley was missing, he could not find the contact client, so he went to the sheriff...

Forget it, don't hurt anyone.

Wayne is different. With the halo of the Landau family, Hood is a powerful figure who does not show off.

The two detectives commented on Wayne in this way. His keen observation and super reasoning ability, coupled with his low-key and calm temperament, are definitely the next generation of heirs cultivated by the Landau family.

Hood firmly believed that Wayne had a huge network of contacts in Lundan, and he was in and out of the upper class and was on good terms with the dignitaries. If he asked Wayne to send out the information, he would definitely be able to contact the client as soon as possible.

Wayne didn't know what Hood was thinking. Except for his name, he couldn't find anything in common with the upper class.

He was very curious about the investigation report and wanted to get a glimpse of the truth about the Lord of the Void. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded and agreed to send the report to Lundan. At the same time, he warned Hood to find a place to hide as soon as possible, wait patiently for the arrival of the special person from Lundan, and not to show up during this period.

Hood did not agree, saying that he was willing to attract attention for Wayne, and at the same time find the missing Wesley to prevent him from encountering an accident.

After that, Hood hung up the phone. When Wayne called again, no one answered.

"You are so brave. You really have the demeanor of a legendary investigator..."

Wayne raised his eyebrows and asked the butler to send someone to the hiding place to bring back the investigation report. He asked for a smart one so that he would not be followed.

The premise of helping is that it does not harm one's own interests. The villa is very safe and it is very suitable for cultivation without being disturbed. Wayne does not want to break this tranquility.

The butler bowed and stepped back, asking one of the four maids to drive there.

The villa carries many good memories. Mr. Landau attaches great importance to it. He not only arranges the trusted Fla as the butler, but also dispatches four extraordinary maids to serve as guards. They come from the army and each of them has special skills.

Thirty minutes later, the maid brought back the investigation documents and nodded to Butler Fla.

Confirm that no one is following.

Fla opened the report and confirmed that there were no traps or small mechanisms, and then handed it to Wayne.

So professional!

Wayne liked Fla so much that he would call him perfect. After taking the document, he glanced through it roughly and called Sphy with a frown.

Sphy was not there, so the office assistant answered the phone and said that he would contact Sphy as soon as possible.

Wayne was helpless. After all, it was not the era of mobile phones, and communication efficiency was difficult to guarantee.

He sat by the phone and waited, and read the investigation report again. The Geocentric Church was indeed not a serious sect. They had other purposes for seducing believers to join. In order to ensure that more believers were attracted, they even prepared a promotion strategy of giving out free eggs.

Down-to-earth and absolutely useful, who doesn't love free eggs!

According to the investigation of the two detectives, the headquarters of the Geocentric Church is located in Enroard Town, only one street away from the town government hall. The high-level members of the sect enjoy many social privileges and are likely to control the important officials in the government hall.

Some time ago, the Geocentric Church discovered a tunnel leading to the underground world and invited Professor Vincent, a geologist, and his team, hoping to use the professor's influence to carry out large-scale publicity.

Unexpectedly, the professor was poisoned to death by his own students.

The two detectives disguised themselves as believers and successfully lurked at the entrance of the underground tunnel. The place was tightly controlled and the two could not go deeper. They only marked the location in the document.

The next day, Wesley suddenly disappeared. Hood realized that he was being followed. He used his excellent anti-reconnaissance ability to avoid the follower and successfully hid the investigation report.

After that, Hood contacted Wayne and tried to get in touch with the London Intelligence Agency.

The reason why only the intelligence agency was contacted was that this was a secret commission and contacting other agencies would only be coldly treated; secondly, even if there was no cold treatment, Windsor's administrative efficiency was well known. Hood knew that by the time the intelligence agency received the news, his and Wesley's bodies would have grown hair.

The intelligence did not specify too much, but emphasized the grand event five days later. The Geocentric Church organized a collective worship of believers at the entrance of the underground tunnel.

Hood thought that there was something fishy about this event, and so did Wayne. He imagined a river of blood flowing in his mind, and anxiously waited for Heaphy's call.

He found a brochure in the interlayer of the investigation report, which was a printed publication of the Geocentric Church. The cover was a hollow earth model, drawing a simple underground world.

Wayne raised his eyebrows, opened the brochure and read it quickly. He did not find any information about the Lord of the Void, but he smelled a strange breath between the lines.

It was not magic, but a hypnotic instruction composed of text and graphics. Reading this publication for a long time would interfere with people's rational judgment.

"It's really a cult..."

Half an hour later, the phone rang. After Wayne answered it, he found that it was Teacher Yujie, and his heart was finally put down.

Usually, every time at a critical moment, teammates would fail for one reason or another, and he didn't want this to happen to him.

"Teacher, do you know the Geocentric Church and the Lord of the Void?"

"What a mess, Wayne, are you believing in other gods outside without your sister's knowledge?"

On the other end of the phone, Xi Fei was heartbroken, with a tone that she would never give up after being pushed away.

Wayne was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, and explained the cause and effect quickly. Xi Fei immediately became alert and warned: "Don't act rashly, the other party has great ambitions and is definitely not a small role. I will arrange someone to investigate immediately. You will be responsible for the reception and let the other party handle it."

Wayne nodded, this is what he wanted.

After hanging up the phone, Wayne picked up the brochure again and took a look, and asked the butler to strengthen the defense of the villa and expel any strangers immediately.

Fla nodded, called four maids and gave them an order, so two sniper rifles were set up on the roof of the big house on the spot.

The remaining two maids armed themselves in the armory, with ammunition belts wrapped around them, fully armed, and two machine guns were no big deal.

Wayne: "..."

It's not that exaggerated, just be careful of strangers approaching.

The heavy firepower brought Wayne a great sense of security, allowing him to calm down and continue to practice. When it was night, the phone in the villa rang, and a cold voice told Wayne that she was outside the villa, asking the sniper to calm down and not to hurt his own people by mistake.

Wayne asked the butler to invite the guest in. The other party was a woman, but unlike her cold and elegant voice, she was bloated and could definitely be called severely obese.

The woman had fair skin, blonde hair and blue eyes, and a very good foundation, but it was a pity that she was fat and ruined everything. She looked round from the side and rounder from the side. She looked like a ball from far and near, high and low, and she silenced Wayne directly.

Although it is wrong to judge people by appearance, did the teacher call the wrong number?

"Isabella."

"Wayne."

Wayne extended his hand politely, shook the other's fingertips like a gentleman, and said politely: "Ms. Isabella, thank you for coming from London. It's been a hard journey. Please sit down and rest for a while."

"Just call me by my name. Also, I came from Frank Paris on the order of the priest."

"..."

Wayne was stunned when he heard this. Heaphy specially transferred people from Frank. Is there any explanation?

Indistinctly, Wayne guessed something. The teacher must have been excluded in London when he first arrived.

Isabella was indifferent, didn't like nonsense, and spoke quickly. Wayne chatted with her for a few words and found that there was no common topic at all. He looked at the time and invited her to the restaurant for dinner.

She came in a hurry and must have not eaten. Fortunately, it was not a big problem. The butler had prepared everything.

At the dinner table, Wayne saw what a glutton is. When he was cursed, he certainly couldn't eat as much as Isabella. She licked the plate cleaner than a dog.

The housekeeper prepared, but not fully.

Is your Excellency really a magician?

Wayne was surprised: "Excuse me, are you cursed?"

Isabella took the rice grains off her face and put them into her mouth one by one: "No, this is my magic!"