The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 214 Tom at the Gas Station
"……Hey."

He Nan finished washing sleepily, but still felt dizzy.

"Are you still awake?" Shirley asked with a smile on the side.

"Nope..." He Nan yawned again: "This way of sleeping for a while... Huh—it just doesn't relieve fatigue."

"Okay, stop complaining." Shirley combed her hair and said softly to him, "Eat some breakfast and you'll be refreshed."

"...It looks really energetic." He Nan looked at the table and found that it was a combination of quick-frozen custard buns and coffee: "...as long as there is coffee, you can say that."

"It's hand-ground?" Shirley reminded him, "It's not quick-frozen—so you bring the grinder and coffee pot and wash it for me."

"Okay, okay." He Nan took it helplessly: "Well...so we are going to investigate the case of Shark Pharmacy today—oh no, the case of Rhino Pharmacy. I feel that I have already foreseen that I will be involved in the battle."

"I hope not." Shirley said, rubbing her stomach quietly.

"...and make you some brown sugar ginger water?"

"I still want to drink coffee in the morning." Shirley shook her head: "Let's talk about it later."

"That's good." He Nan heard Shirley's phone ringing, and said casually, "I guess it's a guest?"

"It's an unfamiliar number, it might be." Shirley looked at the phone screen and pressed the answer button.

Then, after listening to it for a while, I put it down.

"Well, I guess it's a sales promotion." He Nan lost interest and said so.

"Well, insurance sellers." Shirley frowned: "Frankly speaking...we really need insurance."

"...Well." He Nan nodded: "But let's wait. Who knows what policies Osborne will implement after he takes office. If not only medical insurance, but even accident insurance changes, then we may buy it now. It will be a loss."

"I thought you couldn't trust Osborne's super health insurance."

"...It's not very trustworthy, but we have to see the specific effect." He Nan sighed: "Let's talk about it when the time comes. Let's leave as soon as we finish eating."

They finished their breakfast as soon as possible, then washed the dishes, went out and got in the car.

Then, drive to the area marked by He Nan on the map.

"I'm afraid there aren't many black markets in this area. We should be able to ask people who often wander around." He Nan looked at the electronic map and said, "Of course, these rhino potions may also be transported to a temporary place. It’s a transfer station. For example, a warehouse...it’s going to be a bit more troublesome.”

"Yeah." Shirley nodded: "During today's investigation, maybe we have to change our costumes... Have you thought about whether you want to expose your superpowers in Qiaozhuang?"

"It's definitely not possible... At least I can't show that scythe." He Nan said this, thinking for a moment: "...Of course it doesn't mean that you can't use your abilities. It's good not to be discovered."

"What about when you have to fight?"

"...That must be possible without being exposed." He Nan glanced at the pack of disguise props: "Just be flexible."

These props can cover up their appearance - including things like masks.

Guaranteed to look like a suspicious person when you wear it.

So when you wear them, it is usually to prevent your identity from being recorded by the camera or recognized by passers-by.

...not to avoid being suspected by others.

"Give up some gas here." Before approaching the survey area, He Nan stopped next to the fuel tank at the gas station.

"Well, let's go." Shirley was still sitting in the co-pilot: "I won't get out of the car."

He Nan inserted the credit card into the fuel tank, grabbed the pipe, and was about to insert it into the body when he heard a cry of surprise.

...from inside the gas station office building.

"Hey! Hey, look this way!" The man shouted excitedly in a rough voice, "He Nan! Is that you?"

"Who?" He Nan turned his head to look, and was stunned for a moment: "Ah... Severed Finger Tom?!"

"Haha, it's me! We haven't seen each other for two days, and we met again!" Tom leaned out of the window, looked at He Nan with a smile, and then at Shirley in the car: "Ah! That is your girlfriend?"

"...No, it's not." He Nan looked at Shirley in embarrassment.

The latter smiled lightly and said nothing.

"Tom, why are you here?" Ho Nan watched the middle-aged Caucasian man with three missing fingers on his left hand staggering out of the house with a beer belly: "Ah...you are wearing an employee uniform! Are you work here?"

"Haha, you guessed it! I— hiccup, got a job." He was drunk, apparently just had a drink.

"Congratulations!" He Nan ignored his drunkenness and congratulated, "This way, your life will gradually get on the right track."

"Hey... what's wrong?" Tom laughed loudly when he heard him say this: "This job is very leisurely! The salary is settled once a week, and I have a lot of wine to drink when I get it-hiccup-this , is the way to keep drinking more wine."

"That's true. Sustainable development." He Nan agreed with a wry smile: "Okay! Then you work hard, this is much better than wandering outside."

"Hey, it just solved the unemployment problem, and I have to sleep in the gas station at night. In fact, I am still homeless." Tom said here, pouted: "Maybe one day, I will be fired! But I also I don’t care, you don’t want me, I don’t know how to run away from other people... Hiring me is equivalent to hiring an extra night security guard! It’s such a good deal, no fool would want to... Hiccup—I’m telling you, the worst What is tolerated is that someone is actually worried about me stealing things... Do you think I am like that?"

"Don't worry about it, they are just prejudiced." Although He Nan felt that their worries were not unreasonable, he still comforted him in this way: "But did you go to find a job drunk?"

"Yeah! I have to bring my truest state to the interview, right? And old Tom doesn't drink, so he's not in shape!"

"Then...ordinary interviewers might not mind seeing the applicant drunk." He Nan felt deeply embarrassed.

"It can only be said that these interviewers all have bad eyesight!" Tom yelled triumphantly: "And what about this gas station? They are more sensible, and they immediately saw my value."

"Mmmmmm. It's pretty good." He Nan coughed dryly and said so.

How short is this gas station... actually dare to hire you.

...Is it that kind of routine?
That is... the salary is paid once a week, and when the week is approaching, you will be fired. The reason given is that you are not serious about your work.

... This is great, the temporary workers don't get a penny.

It is much worse than those small employees who are laid off as soon as the probationary period ends.

(End of this chapter)