"Then, if you don't mind, please start working from now on." Linnard nodded noncommittally, indicating that the other party had passed the entry assessment.

"I will pay you a salary of 20 lire per week and provide an independent staff dormitory if you have no place to live temporarily." He pointed to the corridor outside the door and said: "Turn left and the second room has been used to store miscellaneous materials.

You need to purchase the corresponding furniture and supplies yourself.”

Althea nodded, nodded, shook her head and said, "I have no objection."

Linnard, who officially had a detective assistant, canceled his previous plan and sent Althea directly to get the keys, buy furniture, buy breakfast, and take yesterday's banner to the city hall to collect the reward.

The girl's tall and elegant back left the detective agency carrying a pile of sundries. Even though she was walking in a safe city, it gave people the strange feeling that she was heading towards the battlefield with a sword.

Putting down the window and looking away from the distinctive Shuli figure in the distance, Lynyrd muttered to himself: "Post-traumatic stress disorder?"

He half-leaned against the window, casually picked up a book from the row of bookshelves behind his desk and started reading.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Three knocks on the door seemed to ring directly in the heart.

Lynard's hand turning over the book paused slightly in the air, his head turned slowly, and fear so violent that it turned into liquid enveloped him in an instant, turning into a variety of strange illusions that penetrated his mind and gnawed at everything!

The tentacles are squirming! They are squirming like crazy! They are in a state of manic excitement!

Suppressing all the abnormalities revealed on his body, even though he was already terrified, dripping with cold sweat, and his heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest, he still looked expressionless, put down the book in his hand mechanically, and walked slowly down the stairs.

.

"Squeak——!"

The heavy iron door opened, and today's second visitor was exposed to Linnard.

This is a weirdo who wraps himself tightly in a smelly windbreaker.

He was fat and bloated, whether it was because of himself or because something else was stuffed under the windbreaker that had become disgusting and smelly after being worn for who knows how long.

With the current distance between the two of them, Linnard could clearly see that there was a strong panic in the other person's heart spreading throughout his body, so that he kept shivering, even though half of his body was bathed in the eight o'clock golden sunshine.

It did not alleviate the fear in his heart at all.

The weirdo's head was wearing a common beanie, but uncharacteristically, most of his head was covered in it. There were traces of fingernails on the brim of the hat. It could be seen that the other person wanted to push the hat down with all his strength, just to cover it.

Live in a larger area.

The areas that the hat couldn't really cover were wrapped in a tattered scarf, and only a pair of mung bean-sized eyes were exposed from all over his body, staring at Linnard with two frightened gazes.

"Hello, this is the Geometry Detective Agency, which specializes in solving all private matters. Do you need help?"

"Well..." The weirdo trembled, stretched out a finger from his windbreaker, and pointed at the stairs.

Lynard noticed that his hands were all wearing thick leather gloves.

He gave way to the passage, and the weirdo's bloated body squeezed past him, and he climbed the stairs into the living room with difficulty.

The two of them sat on the sofa in order of priority. Linnard took out his brass pocket watch and glanced at the time, gesturing for the other person to speak.

It wasn't until the second before I set off happily that I learned from my panicked neighbor that the villa was actually a ghastly and haunted house!
Chapter completed!