In the early morning, it was a rare time for Wein to appear at the dining table and have breakfast with Leon and Isaac.
It's not accurate to say they had breakfast together, because Wein's attention was not on breakfast at all. He was immersed in writing and had no time to pay attention to the bread on the table.
"What are you writing?" Liang poured himself a cup of coffee. This batch of coffee beans said to be obtained by Wei Yin from Suzheng Bureau does taste good. If he could drink coffee of this quality every day, Liang would
Don't mind being a coffee lover either.
"Report."
"Not a novel?"
I don't know where this sentence touched Wein, but his expression suddenly turned very ugly.
"The case given to me by the Suzheng Bureau a few days ago was solved. I have to write a report and submit it in order to get the bonus."
Liang felt strange: "I haven't seen you go out yet."
"That case was committed in a dream, but I have been working hard."
Well, I have underestimated the criminal methods of this world. Leon realized that he could not look at the handling of crimes in this world through the eyes of his previous life.
Wei Yin drank half a cup of coffee on an empty stomach: "It's so bitter."
"Then add sugar yourself." Liang didn't like sweetness very much.
Wein raised his hand and threw seven or eight sugar cubes into the cup, stirred them briefly with a small spoon, and continued to write with his pen, but the handwriting was sloppy and much more irritable.
Liang observed for a while, and based on what he said before, he came up with a guess:
"You...could it be that the deadline for the manuscript is coming soon? You haven't written it yet?"
"Life is a very long and complicated journey. When you walk a long road alone, you will always be attracted by the scenery along the way. Unknowingly, you will go astray and gradually deviate from the original direction. When you look back suddenly, you will realize that everything is wrong.
Sora, I am still lingering at the original point..."
It seems so.
"I said you are so lazy to write novels, how can you still be a writer?"
Wei Yin raised his head and glanced at Liang: "You take care of me."
It can be seen that Wei Yin is not very friendly at this stage.
Just at this moment, Wei Yin's communication terminal rang. Different from the buzz of the text message, this time the buzz lasted for a long time.
"Someone is looking for you." Liang looked at the communication terminal not far away.
"You know, the communication terminal has the same function as a telephone, that is to say, other calls can also be made, so..."
Liang's mouth twitched: "Do you suspect it's the editor calling?"
"..." Wein looked away.
"Then you can't just not answer the phone, right?"
"It doesn't matter, they will come up with an excuse for me."
"Hey, the editor has to think about the reasons for delaying the manuscript. Your editor is too pitiful!"
"Even if you say so, I won't hand over the manuscript."
What he said made it sound like the editor was here to steal his manuscript... Liang twitched his lips:
"...how much did you write?"
Weinton penned: "One, one line?"
Liang took a look and saw that this line was——
——I can't write anything.
"..."
"..."
The buzzing of the communication terminal continued for a while, and because no one answered, it automatically hung up, but after a few seconds, it started ringing again.
"...Take it, procrastination is not an option."
Wayne sighed, pulled off his wrinkled white shirt, kicked off his slippers and walked to the other side of the table.
During the few days they lived together, Liang found that as long as this guy didn't go out, he looked like a dead man. He would either stay on the third floor or wander aimlessly downstairs, smoking a cigarette, reading newspapers, and listening to music.
Radio, lying on the sofa in a daze. Isaac, a free cat, was occasionally caught, and became Wein's plaything. He was imprisoned in Wein's arms and petted the cat, making "meow" protests from time to time.
Voice.
Leon himself spends most of his time in the study, reading books and increasing his understanding of the world. As a student who has passed the college entrance examination, although his two years in college have made him a lot worse, Leon still maintains a good academic record.
Ability, coupled with the lack of entertainment products such as mobile phones, I can only study hard, learn the sea of limits and work hard, and enjoy the hardship...
At other times, Leon still has to cook and clean, which means he has entered a period of living alone in advance. Even when cleaning, he always encounters non-recyclable hazardous waste called vin...
Watching Wein casually stepping on the cookie crumbs on the ground, Leon felt that his blood pressure had risen a lot.
Picking up the communication terminal, Wei Yin got straight to the point and said: "Hey, even if you come to the door, I won't - Su Zhengju?"
A few minutes later, Wei Yin hung up the phone, and Liang finally asked his doubts: "It's not the editor, but the official department? What are they looking for you for?"
Could it be that the forged identity tag given to Leon was discovered?
"It's a lot of fun now." Wein's tone became more brisk, "Do you still remember that imperial envoy?"
"That's for sure. Wasn't it because he wanted to come to Caspars that we were forced to close the last case directly?"
"There is another murder case, and the authorities cannot forcefully close this case because of the visit of the Imperial Envoy." Wei Yin smiled, "because the victim is the Imperial Envoy."
"ah?"
Liang was stunned. He knew that this matter was very serious. In his previous life, it would have been equivalent to the investigation team from the capital being sent locally, or committing suicide. I'm afraid a bunch of officials would be thrown into disgrace.
"For such a heavyweight, the officials of Caspars didn't send anyone to keep a close eye on him?"
According to Liang's idea, there must be several extraordinary people protecting the imperial envoy.
"I don't know. I'm afraid we can only know these situations at the scene." Wein glanced at Leon, "Change clothes, let's go to the crime scene to have a look. This case is extraordinary. I'm afraid all the famous detectives in Caspars will
Everyone has received the mission invitation."
After changing into the formal clothes that Wein gave him, he left the bedroom. As expected, Wein turned into a human-like detective again, squatting down to tie his shoelaces.
"By the way, why do you still wear canvas boots with this outfit?" Leon noticed that Vin seemed to have never worn leather shoes, which went against the general logic of wearing a suit.
Wein stood up: "If you had met a group of skinners, you would also stay away from leather items... By the way, do you know what kind of leather these shoes on your feet are made of?"
Liang was shocked by what he said: "What?"
"Fine deerskin, haha, looking at the way you looked just now, you don't think I really gave you human skin shoes to wear, right?"
Why is this guy still so sarcastic!
Looking around, Wein walked to Isaac and lifted it up: "Hey, didn't you go out today?"
Isaac: "Meow!"
Leon: "..."
No, it just hasn't had time to get out yet.
"Hmm, then let's take it with us."
This guy Wei Yin actually wanted to take the cat to the crime scene. Liang couldn't help but have black lines in his head: "Wouldn't the Suppression Bureau have any objections to this if you do this?"
"It's okay. The commissioners of the Suppression Bureau really like Isaac. They took him to the office several times and was fed frequently."
"There's definitely a difference between liking cats and seeing one wandering around a crime scene!"
"Well, that makes sense." Wein put down Isaac with regret, "Let's go."
Very good, this guy can still listen to some opinions.
Reaching out to touch his messy gray hair, Wayne walked out of the door first. Liang sighed and resignedly checked that the water and electricity in the room were turned off before taking the keys and going out.
Dang...dang...dang...
The white bell tower in the distance emits melodious bells, and the clock points to 8 o'clock. Leon has been in this world for more than ten days. He knows that this bell tower seems to belong to the church of the Church of Order. It is an "absolutely accurate" clock. Any clock is based on the local time.
The church bell tower serves as a proofreading standard.
Wein took out the gray-silver pocket watch, looked at the clock tower in the distance for a few seconds, and wound up the clockwork a few times.
"Is your watch inaccurate?"
"It will definitely not have any errors, but I like to adjust it and spin it a few times when I have nothing to do."
"...You're so boring."
Wayne put away his pocket watch: "The weather is good today."
"Yes, I hope the clothes can be dried."
"Good weather doesn't come often. It will be June soon."
Leon remembered that each month on the calendar has a special official name: "Why is June called the 'Storm Month'?"
"Literal meaning. Starting from June, a hurricane from the endless ocean will sweep across this land. Wherever the hurricane touches, there will be violent storms. Until the hurricane reaches the north, it completely loses its power and falls into silence. Although it is different
The rainy seasons in different regions are at different times, but they all occur in June, so June is also called the 'Storm Month'." Wein raised his head and squinted his eyes, "Cherish this good weather, it will be rare next month.