After agreeing rather "reluctantly" to assist Nick in this plan, Evenson took his leave and went home. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Otherwise, what else can you do? Stay here and accompany Nick Fury to name the various stages of the plan? At present, this so-called second phase of the plan is only determined to make a fuss about the Cosmic Rubik's Cube.

But where to do this, and what kind of renovation is to be made in this place, and who else is going to be involved? So after estimating, it will be at least three or four months before Evenson really wants to play a role, that is, to officially start experimenting with the Cosmic Rubik's Cube.

Evenson wasn't going to waste such a long time, and it was enough for him to do a lot of things.

Before the evening, Evenson finally returned to the small shop after a long absence, in fact, it was not long, that is, about a week.

He parked the car in front of the door and took a shower and slept well when he returned in the morning, after all, he hadn't had much rest in the past few days. But before he could enter the door, he felt a sudden cold aura rise from behind him, which made him shudder.

"If you have something to say, and if you do it, this is my way of forbearance! Thank you for being able to say such a thing!" Originally, the voice of this sentence was crisp and pleasant, but Evenson heard a vigorous resentment in it.

It was then that Evenson suddenly remembered that on the day he left, he had promised Claire to play a game together in the evening, but the result was that he had released the pigeons for more than a week.

Evenson stiffened his turn and saw Claire looking at him with a smile, but he really felt the majesty and terror of the Great Chief of the War Pigeon Clan.

"Well, Claire... I really didn't mean to release your pigeons...", Evenson explained in a panic, "I didn't expect this business to be so troublesome that it would drag on for so long. ”

"What business takes so long?Mystery sales?" Claire glanced at Evenson's dilapidated door, as if to say, there are still people going to talk to you about business?

"I'm not just buying mystery stuff, I have a lot of other part-time jobs," Evenson said mysteriously, "like... Private Detective. ”

"Oh?" said Claire in the same mysterious tone as soon as she heard this, "just like that... A career like a high school student who is in the first grade of elementary school forever?"

"Uh... Pretty much. Evenson said secretly, it is really easy to deal with this kind of two-dimensional otaku, and it is easy to divert her attention.

"So you're on your way to solve the case this time?" asked Claire curiously.

"That's right, I—" Evenson was about to start talking nonsense, but was stopped by the other party.

"I know the rules of your business..."Claire's eyes secretly scanned the pedestrians on the road, as if she wanted to contact someone, "You will never give away information about customers, but it would be great if you could tell me what happened, come on, come to my shop." ”

And just like that, before Evenson could refuse, he was dragged by Claire into the next store.

"Alright, guests, we are closed today, thank you for your patronage. Claire dragged Evenson with one hand, and as soon as she returned to the store, she felt loudly to the customers in the store.

It has to be said that Evenson took a critical hit as soon as he was dragged in, and he found that there were probably more customers buying things in Claire's store now than there were people in his store for a week.

But fortunately, Evenson has been hit like this many times, and he has long been used to it, alas... Why does it sound so sad?

"Okay, now let's talk about it. As soon as the customers were gone, Claire approached like a curious kitten, intending to listen to Evenson's detective story.

"Uh..."Evenson's mind is spinning rapidly, at this moment he is possessed by Conan Doyle, possessed by Oshicock, possessed by Edogawa Ranbu, possessed by Aoyama Gosho old thief, at this moment he is not alone..."This incident is mainly the internal grievances and hatred between the two wealthy families..."

After an hour and a half, Evenson finally finished telling the two stories vividly, and he realized that he had failed to write a novel.

And Claire's curiosity has also been greatly satisfied, "That is to say, a noble son from a family with an underworld background, because he was dissatisfied with his father's rule, ran away from home, and then recruited his subordinates to plan to kill his father to ascend to the throne, and also plotted against the killer sent by his father?"

"And the other family is also a big family, but the eldest son of the head of the family is young and vigorous and collided with his father, so he was kicked out of the house by his father, and his brother suddenly found out that he was an adopted son after this, and decided to kill his eldest brother under psychological disorder, forced his father to death, and walked to the peak of life?"

"And you are fighting in it, provoking the forces of the two of them to fight, and finally successfully resolving the incident?"

"Well, that's pretty much it. Evenson nodded in agreement.

"Hmph. Claire grimaced, "If you believe it, you're going to be a ghost." Which underworld family would ask you to be a detective? They're all lame?"

"Hehe" Evenson laughed dryly, and said in his heart, don't believe me, the person who invited me is indeed very dark, and his eyes are indeed lame.

"But forget it, I'll forgive you for seeing how well you made up this story. Claire said with a sudden smile.

"But—" Claire had the door, and locked it, "You have to finish what you promised me, it's not much, it's a 50 win tonight!"

"50 wins?" Evenson's face turned white, and he couldn't finish the night! I hadn't slept in two nights.

After a night...

Evenson dragged his tired body out of Clea's shop, as if his body had been squeezed dry. But if he was really blown up by a beautiful woman, he couldn't tell how beautiful it would be, but it was clear that the lonely men and widows were in the same room, and it was the dead of night, they went to play a game all night and did nothing, this is a sad story.

"Huh?" Evenson groggily touched the door, only to find a man staring at his car.

Evenson was strange, although his car was indeed quite eye-catching, but it had been a while since he had obtained him, and the residents of the neighborhood had long been accustomed to its presence, and after the novelty had passed, few people would stop and watch like this.

So Evenson kept an eye on it, but the more he looked at it, the more suspicious he became.

First of all, the man looked athletic and had a well-developed upper body, and Evenson could tell that it wasn't the kind of dead muscles that were trained in the gym and had no explosive power.

And his eyes when he looked at the car were very complicated, there were vicissitudes, accidents, nostalgia, and even hatred, but there was no envy that ordinary people showed when they saw the car for the first time.

Looking at his dress, he seems to be from a military background, with a gray T-shirt wet with sweat on the front with the U.S. military insignia printed on it, and a pair of beige military pants on the lower body.

Wait a minute... Evenson frowned, the style of the military pants should have been eliminated a long time ago... This man looks to be in his 20s, he shouldn't have a chance to wear this style of military uniform?

Well...... Could it be... Evenson's eyes narrowed, he remembered someone, it could not be him.