Super Detective in the Fictional World

Wade tied it up.

His brain was trying so hard to tell himself that the commission was to die, never accept it.

But his heart had flown to that big box of green paper.

This is a $5 million business.

He's had two seven-digit appointments in his life, and Old Willand just gave him a million, which is totally incomparable with the five million this time.

“Time is running out, young man.” Luke was a gentle reminder.

Of course Wade knows.

Vanessa's habits are clear to him. She'll be out in a minute or two, tops.

“Dry.” He bit his teeth, pointing to the money box next to Luke: “Now, let me see them again, and it'll warm my cold heart a little. ”

And Luke shook his head: "Wait, you can take a look, and now I'm going to tell you some of the key points of the commissioned execution. ”

He opened the big box on the right.

Wade looked at what was in there and said, "Well, isn't that what you're wearing? ”

Luke: “Pretty much. You'd better put it on tonight. I left everything you need to know in there. ”

He snapped the box again: "Don't be too busy counting the money tonight. Two and a half million more to be commissioned before we can get it. And I only loaned you this equipment temporarily. You know what I mean? ”

Two hundred and fifty, it's a shame you're dead!

Wade didn't have the heart to talk to him, he just nodded. “I know, I know. That's a lot of bullshit. ”

Luke smiled down and looked over to the bathroom: "If I were you, I'd think about how to survive. If you die tomorrow night, this beauty will belong to another man. ”

“Good luck, young man!” As the voice fell, his figure flashed and jumped out of the balcony again.

At this moment, the bathroom door sounds.

Vanessa rubbed her hair and said, "Did you find something...?” Her gaze fell on those two big black boxes in front of Wade.

“What is this? Where'd you get this?” She asked with suspicion.

Wade's lips moved and his subconscious looked at the balcony door closed again: "Well, this... is my Christmas surprise. ”

Vanessa wonders, "It's nighttime, and the delivery company's on the house? ”

Wade said haha: "Private, private delivery business. ”

Vanessa wasn't too concerned about the delivery business, she looked at the two boxes with interest: "Can you open them? ”

Wade shook his head like a Ballon drum.

Just kidding! One of them is a hundred dollar bill like a hill, and the other is V's exclusive equipment.

If Vanessa sees it, the surprise is not necessarily there, and the surprise is certain.

The point is, how does he explain the origin of these two things?

“I told you it was a Christmas surprise!” A clever ghost spins his mind so fast that he immediately finds an excuse: “Of course, it won't be until Christmas to reveal the mystery. ”

Vanessa thought about it. She stopped caring about the boxes and just looked at him: "What are you looking for? Don't you want the case to repeat itself? ”

Wade just remembered what he was looking for, slapping his forehead: "Damn, no more maple syrup, just tomato sauce. ”

Vanessa smiled up and said, "Should we be able to fit in? ”

Wade: “You're my sweetheart. Tomato sauce doesn't taste as sour as you. ”

Vanessa: "Why don't you go to the supermarket and buy maple syrup? ”

Wade decidedly lazy: “I suddenly feel that your sweetness overwhelms all acidity. ”

Vanessa: "What are you waiting for? ”

Wade: "As you wish, Madam Victim, let's begin the process of repeating the case! ”

Outside the windows, the winter and evening breezes.

Inside, two people busy playing detective games never bothered with those two big boxes again.

……

The next morning, at 9: 00 a.m., the quiet room suddenly rang a cell phone bell and stopped for a while.

But a moment later, the bell rang again.

Wade grabbed his hand on the floor by the bed a couple of times, pulled his phone out of his clothes pile and put it in his ear: "Hey, baby, forgot your keys again? ”

Vanessa's voice came from the handset: "I'm shopping at the supermarket. Didn't you remind me to call you at 9: 00 last night? Said he had work to do today. ”

Wade: “Thanks, I get it. Bye. ”

Vanessa listened to the braille in the microphone and shook her head.

She knew Wade was definitely awake, but call him back in half an hour, and he was tired of repeating last night's case.

So she continues to pick up food in the supermarket.

In the room, Wade's phone slipped off quietly and fell into silence again.

Half an hour later, the phone suddenly rang and he sat up.

Looking around blindly, Wade fell down and picked up the phone and turned it on: "Baby, forgot the keys again? Shall I open the door for you? ”

Listen to this reader-like question, Vanessa turned a white eye: "I woke you up half an hour ago. Have you forgotten what you have to do today? ”

Wade continues to be confused: "Huh? What do you want... to do? ”

He suddenly had a thrill: "Oops, I forgot all about it last night when I saw the case repeat itself. ”

Vanessa decisively slapped him over there and hung up.

The wake-up call was done so she couldn't care less about what the guy was going to do.

Over there, Wade got up on a rolling belt, stood in the room, and he said, “Where's the box? Where's my money? ”

Suddenly, a little black flashed through his eye corner.

Wade flew over quickly and saw two big black boxes quietly in the corner of the room.

Vanessa woke up this morning and moved over, otherwise two boxes of this size would be in the middle of nowhere.

Wade took out the two boxes and couldn't help but open the big one with the money.

In the two boxes, the difference is obvious because there are a lot of boxes containing money.

He opened the snap, the box was neat, and the stacked green sheets appeared in front of him again.

Wade picked up a huge handful and put it in front of himself and bought his face in deep: "Ah, what a happy smell. ”

It was right over there. Hey, smile, take a look at all the money, and he lay satisfied on a bunch of bills.

“Finally, finally...” Wade muttered: “Labour is also a rich man! ”

Almost half an hour after he was intoxicated, he woke up from the smell of money and finally focused on another box.

Reaching over, looking for a moment on the box, Wade shouted, “What the hell is this crate? Where do I open it? ”

When his hand touched the metal sheet next to the handle, a gentle woman sounded: “Do you want to open the box? ”

Wade was stunned: “You can drive if you want. What's wrong with that crate? ”