Restarting the myth

Daybreak. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

Chris enjoyed the breakfast prepared by the maid and got on the luxury black car to return to the college.

Sitting in the back seat, she patted her unpromising belly.

Recently, there has been a rumor in the college that a senior schoolmate is being kept by a rich man. The general news is that the senior schoolmate goes out late and comes back early, is picked up by a luxury car, and the butler wearing white gloves is polite and polite. At first glance, she is from a powerful family in the upper class.

Chris happily ate the melon, and then she couldn't laugh anymore.

The female college student who was kept was actually me!

The gossip in the school became more and more intense, and many instructors believed it. Chris was speechless and couldn't convince anyone after explaining for several days.

Chris: I go out every night to give a lecture to a friend.

The crowd: I understand, you don't need to explain.

The truth is sometimes not important, the key lies in the explosive point. The beautiful senior sister became the lover of a fat and rich man, which is far more topical than the senior sister and the noble young master who are in love.

Chris repeatedly explained that Wayne is not fat, but no one believed it.

Last night when she was teaching Wayne, she suggested that she could take the car by herself instead of picking him up every day.

The gossip in the school is too shameful. The confession is also a confession. Chris is unwilling to mention it. She hesitates and expresses it very vaguely. In this case, how could Wayne agree?

The reason is also simple. Chris teaches him for free, and he has to pay for the round trip. If it gets out, how can Wayne stand firm in society.

Chris has no choice but to suffer the grievance.

In addition, the snacks in Wayne's house are really delicious. Every time she sees the food prepared by the maid, she can't bear to refuse.

Then there is...

Chris looked at the crowd of people getting up early outside the car window, some riding bicycles, some catching the subway, and then looked at herself sitting in the back seat of the luxury car, feeling a kind of decadence caused by habit.

"Bad habit, I have to find a way to reject it."

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Commercial Street, Wayne Detective Agency.

Wayne came early in the morning and did not meet Mona in the office. Detective is a very free profession. He runs outside almost every day. It is normal not to see people for half a month.

He put on white gloves, walked into the file room, and took out Mona's employment report from the employee file. There were detailed information about Mona, including height, age, education, resume, phone number and home address.

"Single, living alone..."

"The plot is getting more and more interesting!"

Wayne wrote down the home address, put it back in the file, and put the white gloves in his coat pocket.

In the afternoon, he drove to Landau Manor and accepted Heaphy's test for the fourth consecutive day. After the test, there was also a part where Veronica took the initiative to give benefits.

The dragon-blooded girl's desire to win was too strong. She knew that Wayne's motives were not pure, but she still insisted on suppressing him.

Wayne enjoyed the test session very much. There were really many benefits. No, he enjoyed the teacher's test session.

In order to better stimulate potential, Xifei almost never fought back when facing students. She only threw a punch at the end to symbolically regain some face.

Wayne's speed and strength were growing every day, and gradually, he had surpassed Veronica.

Of course, this was when Veronica did not transform.

Dragon blood involves life transformation. Xifei and Veronica have evolved to varying degrees, and can strengthen physical strength and defense through transformation.

Veronica is slightly weaker. Wayne can wrestle with her without losing, but Xifei really can't hit her. A punch is no different from hitting a steel plate.

Half an hour later, Xifei knocked Wayne down with a punch, watched the student rolling on the ground, and sent a look to Veronica.

Your mother has trained you, so you can use it right away.

Veronica didn't understand, and thought it was her turn to play, so she rushed forward with her fists clenched.

Healy pressed Veronica's head, pressed her shoulders and turned half a circle, and gently pushed her from behind, letting her go back to where she came from.

"This child... supposedly has such good genes, why didn't she inherit her parents' shrewd minds?"

Healy complained in a low voice, suspecting that Auston had cheated, otherwise his daughter wouldn't be so innocent.

She asked Megan to get the blood-drawing tools, and explained that the students' blood should be tested. This link is indispensable, and only after the test is clear can targeted training be carried out.

Wayne nodded, it's just a tube of blood, just draw it.

Others don't know, and always look at him with imaginary colored eyes, suspecting that he has extraordinary blood. He himself knows very well that as a pure human, the essence of life depends entirely on the Book of Greed, and no results can be measured.

Megan put a pressure belt on Wayne, disinfected it, and collected blood with a syringe.

Wayne looked at the syringe in surprise. His skin was very thick and tough, but it was so easy to break his skin. Could the needle on the syringe be a magic weapon?

After the blood was collected, Megan pressed a cotton swab on Wayne's arm, injected the blood into the glass tube, and sealed it in a suitcase.

"The test report will not come out for a while. Before that, you continue to tap your potential. Don't rush to enter the practice stage of the Silver Cross. I will teach you personally when you have tapped all your potential." Xifei said seriously.

At that time, she will tailor courses for students based on the report and teach combat skills and faith magic according to the students' specialties.

After saying this, Xifei hurried away with her suitcase.

Wayne saw Veronica eager to try, looking impatient, threw away the cotton swab and hooked his finger at her: "Let me be frank, this is a ring, it's normal to be hit by some parts, you can fight back, but you can't use words to attack me personally."

Veronica sneered and patted her chest wrapped tightly with cloth strips. She was not a fool, how could she let the pervert take advantage every time.

Two minutes later, Veronica covered her buttocks, gritted her teeth and looked at the social garbage, and couldn't help but spit out foul language to attack her personally.

She was well-educated, and the foul language she spit out was all derogatory words such as pervert, bastard, and shameless.

Her vocabulary was too limited, and Wayne was a little excited when he heard it.

"If you have time to curse, why not attack me quickly? Time waits for no one. Chris has to teach me tonight!"

"Shameless, your hexagram has already been formed, what else is there to learn in the basic course?" Speaking of this Veronica, I get angry. Social scum cheats people everywhere, and even the gentle and kind senior sister is not spared.

"Can't you consolidate it?"

When Wayne faced Veronica who had read the diary, he rarely concealed his nature: "I just like to study, and studying makes me happy."

Do you like to study? Bah, I blush for you!

"Just wait, I will go to your house for dinner tonight, and then tell the senior sister that she was cheated by you."

This won't do!

Wayne raised his eyebrows: "It's up to you, but you have to beat me. If you can't beat me, you say bad things about me behind my back, I won't agree."

"I'll beat you today!"

Megan: (_)

Miss, calm down. What's the difference between you and the lady who is played around by social scum?

Bang!

Veronica stepped on the ground and came to Wayne in an instant, grabbed his collar and shoulders, turned sideways and threw him over her shoulder.

Hiss!

She didn't fall out, but she pulled Wayne's shirt off.

"Good angle!"

Looking at Veronica with her back to him, Wayne put his fingers together like a sword and stabbed her under the ribs.

Veronica took a breath of cold air, jumped three meters away, turned her head and glared at the social trash. In a hurry, she didn't care that the other party was not wearing clothes, and started fighting in close combat.

"Humph!"

"Ha!"

Megan:

It's okay, the young master is very restrained to wear pants.

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At six o'clock in the evening, Veronica, who had taken a shower and changed her clothes, sat in the passenger seat depressed.

She didn't lose, but she didn't win either. With her pride, she wouldn't tell Chris if she didn't win.

When I thought that the senior sister would be led into the study room by the social trash every night, and the two would be alone for an hour and a half of tutoring, my heart ached.

Although it was really a tutoring session, Veronica couldn't help but let her imagination run wild. Wayne broke off the lily, and the fly rubbed his hands with a bad look on his face. His black leather shoes stepped on the lily and trampled it back and forth.

"You are not allowed to bully the senior sister. She is a good person."

"Don't make trouble, as if I have bullied you."

"Humph!"

"Ha!"

At nine o'clock in the evening, the tutoring session ended.

At this time, Veronica had left. The stockings quality inspector asked for help from two smart reducers and successfully refreshed the shame limit.

...

"It's worthy of being Willy. I really can't do without you. I will put on a maid outfit for you in a while."

The streets of Lundan were foggy. Wayne poked his head out of the sewer and came to Mona's house with the help of the fog and the shadows of the buildings.

In order to prevent being recognized by female employees and damaging the boss's reputation, he disguised himself in the sewer.

He raised his cheekbones, drew thick eyebrows, wore a hood that only exposed his eyes, and added a black dome hat.

Not enough!

The other party is a detective, and any negligence in any minor link may expose himself.

Out of caution, Wayne not only disguised himself, but also changed his physical features through the essence of life. The swelling muscles also changed his body shape to a certain extent.

Without merging with the Book of Greed, this is the limit of what Wayne can do. If he adds something else, he can only put on stockings.

In front of the door, Wayne took out two paper clips and opened the door easily.

Mona lives alone in a two-and-a-half-story villa, which is very similar to Wayne's previous detective agency. He closed his eyes and sniffed. The smell in the air was very light, and the target was not at home.

"You are not home so late. You don't look short of money. You shouldn't work part-time outside..."

Wayne searched around. There was no secret door in the basement utility room. He found a pistol in the secret compartment of the bedside table.

He took the pistol and returned to the living room on the first floor. He leaned on the sofa and fell into a shadow.

About an hour later, the car stopped on the side of the road of the villa, and two voices came into Wayne's ears.

"Nancy, it's late, stay at my house tonight."

"I don't mind, but won't your boyfriend have any objections?"

"Don't be silly, I'm a devout believer with faith, I won't look for a boyfriend..."

Mona and her friend left the theater and returned home. The moment she took out the key and inserted it into the lock, the smile on her face suddenly froze. She smiled slightly, turned around and pulled her friend: "There are still things in the car that I haven't taken, help me move them."

"It's so troublesome, I lost things."

The two chatted and laughed and returned to the car, started the car, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Wayne: (;)

What can I say, fortunately San Tiaochuan is not so smart, otherwise he would have stepped into the water long ago.

"Run, I want to see where you can run to. If it's the church, I don't even need to try."

Wayne narrowed his eyes slightly and contacted Abin to follow him in the mist, while he got into the sewer.

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The car drove out of the West End of Lundan and entered the empty streets of the South End.

There are few vehicles in the area, the moon is dark and gloomy, and the street lights flicker on and off. There is no need for a set, just actors and actresses can make a horror movie.

"How about it, let it go?"

In the passenger seat, Nancy whispered: "Who do you think he is, a cultist, a killer, or the gangster you offended while investigating the case?"

"It's hard to tell. The other party is very dangerous. I don't want to fight him at home."

Mona's face was solemn: "I hope I can follow you. There is no one nearby. It would be best to catch him alive here."

"Unlucky guy, he will be miserable tonight." Nancy played with the cross in her hand, hoping that the mysterious man would not be thrown away.

"Be careful, the other party may have a gun."

Mona took off her glasses and wiped them, then put them back on and said, "It was for me. I'm sorry for getting you involved tonight."

"It doesn't matter. If you are a cultist and I have half the credit, I should be the one who took advantage of you." Nancy narrowed her eyes with a smile.

While the two were talking, Mona had turned off the car. As the car lights were turned off, only the street lights were flickering on the dead street.

The fog is getting thicker.

"No, there's something wrong with this fog."

Five minutes later, looking out the window where she could not see her hands, Mona started the car and was about to leave. The car, which had been fine just now, suddenly failed to start. She tried several times and failed to start.

Without hesitation, she abandoned the car with her friends and left as quickly as possible away from the dense fog area.

The sound of high-heeled shoes was clear and loud in the foggy night, making her heart beat faster. Mona was upset and kicked the shoes away decisively.

She soon realized that her upset had nothing to do with the sound of high heels. It seemed that some kind of spiritual magic suggested fear and pressure, exerting constant pressure through the surrounding environment, making her heart beat faster and faster.

Careless!

The enemy is not that simple and should not lead the opponent here.

Just as Mona was thinking about it, Nancy stopped next to her and clutched her chest. Her face turned pale and she said, "I can't run any more. If I run any longer, my heart will beat out."

"She's right, if you keep running, your heart will explode."

Wayne came under the streetlight with a hoarse voice, his faint eyes blooming with bloody red light: "A good sacrifice, it's worth the time I spent investigating you."

"Who are you?"

Mona protected her friend behind her and looked intently at the mysterious person's face. It was so tightly covered and she had been investigating her for many days, so she must have met him during this period.

Who is it?

"What, do I look like a good person with this look?"

Wayne took out a pistol and pointed it at Mona: "Please, the dialogue has some depth, even if it is a cliche, you have to use your brain."

After the words fell, Nancy, who was hiding behind Mona, completed the magic. She raised her five fingers and the holy light fell on the circular barrier, drawing the ground as a prison to trap Wayne in it.

If he didn't miss, he would have been hit by her.

Wayne easily dodged the sneak attack, raised his fingers, and the mist storm suddenly pressed down. The wind was fast and fast, seriously disturbing Mona's sight, and she had to use holy light magic to resist.

She has a mission, and according to regulations, she cannot reveal her beliefs during the mission. Now that she has been exposed, she cannot let the enemy leave.

The wind was so strong that the fog seemed to come alive.

Mona heard the movement beside her, there was an explosion in the air, and her long legs wrapped in stockings kicked out violently.

"The leg is good, but it's a pity that the kick was empty."

Mona was frightened when she heard the voice coming from behind her. The other person could come and go freely in the fog, which was obviously not in line with common sense.

When she turned around, she saw Nancy with a "I tried my best" look on her face, and a mysterious man with a gun pointed at Nancy's head.

"Let her go and I'll go with you."

That's okay, I'm just checking your beliefs.

Wayne smiled solemnly, threw out a silver bracelet, and acted as the villain and read the lines according to the script: "Put it on, with your hands behind your back, and don't make any small moves, otherwise your friend's head will explode."

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