New Gods of North America

The next two days were holidays.

Wayne ate at some local restaurants, letting the chefs expand their recipes, and also visited the police station and church to build some presence, lest he be treated as a bad guy someday.

Seeing Doug holding his little notebook, lecturing the prospective "new members," Wayne thought of a new trick, planning to create something like a "new employee handbook" or "internal teaching material" later.

Otherwise, if Lina were to train the newcomers, who knows what kind of gang she would create.

For example, Wayne casually packed some local specialties to appease Lina, only to discover that Willie and Emma, those two little brats, could now basically "solve" ordinary padlocks within a minute.

They could even play a "marathon," with a row of common padlocks on the table in the room, timing from the opening of the first lock to the completion of the last one.

Willie kept the time on the side, and Emma fiddled with small tools like wires, surprisingly fast, clearing eight locks in just over five minutes.

Wayne looked at the little loli being led astray, feeling his lips twitch slightly. "Seriously, Lina, is this all you teach Emma all day?"

Lina shrank her neck slightly. "I'm already being good. If you let Emma research on her own, it would be even scarier..."

Wayne was a little incredulous. "How scary can a little girl be?"

Lina thought for a moment, then pulled out ropes and a pair of shackles with thin iron chains from the "toolbox."

Then she called Emma over, handcuffed and shackled the little loli, and tied her to a chair.

Emma cooperated with Lina in "playing house."

After tying her up, Lina clapped her hands. "Emma, show Wayne how you would escape in this situation?"

Wayne's spiritual intuition reacted quickly.

Then he saw one of the little loli's hands, handcuffed behind her back, suddenly fall off with a "thud" to the floor...

Then with another "thud," the shackles also fell off with a "clang," but at this time the ropes on Emma's body were still there.

So the forearm, elbow, upper arm, feet, calves, and knees also slipped out of Emma's sleeves one after another,

and then even her head rolled down...

These fallen body parts "melted" into equal-sized pieces of meat on the spot, slowly wriggling towards Emma's tied-up body. The parts inside Emma's clothes seemed to have also turned into pieces, each full of vitality...

What the hell was this scene?!

Where did the cute little doll-like loli go? Was she that big? Did anyone see her?

And although it might sound a bit rude to say this,

Wayne felt that these wriggling pieces of meat looked a little familiar, as if he had seen them in Richmond before.

No wonder Doug's owls didn't like Emma touching them.

Finally, the meat pieces pulled the clothes out from the loose ropes, crawled back in, pieced themselves together, and turned back into the pretty little loli, standing up.

Lina spread her hands to the side. "See, if you use something to open the lock on the shackles, wouldn't it look normal instead?"

Wayne rubbed his forehead, feeling that Lina's words seemed to make a little sense...

Wayne had already imagined a scene in his mind,

for example, whether one day the members of the detective agency would pick up a lump of meat from the floor, look around, and think to themselves: Huh? This piece seems to be Emma's?

It seemed very reasonable, but also as if something was wrong.

So after telling Emma "never to do this in front of outsiders unless it's absolutely necessary," Wayne could only let the two little brats play with their hand speed.

Picking locks would at most get her into the police station, and they might not even be able to hold her, but if she was seen, she might have to go to the church.

Inessa was organizing her notes on the side, categorizing the extraordinary abilities in various fields.

At this moment, she was supplementing the characteristics of Emma's extraordinary ability, and by the way, she had already written the countermeasures below, such as "carry away in pieces" and "ensure damage."

Hmm... very hunter-like...

The three chatted for a while, watching the little brats play, and talked about the new members and the subsequent development of the detective agency.

After the break, the detective agency would follow the steam train line to stake out the area where the "Garry Adventure" gang might be committing crimes. If they didn't encounter them, they would look for the so-called "Skinny Gang."

As for the legendary "Overseer," they would take a chance if they had clues, otherwise they would discuss it again.

As for the remaining small fries, it could only be said to depend on fate. If they could contract the security of this section of the line, they would let the agents of the office slowly clean them up. If they couldn't handle it, they would call in the main force again.

Western Virginia is mountainous, and many local specialties are actually so-called "wild vegetables" or "game."

The gifts that could be brought back were probably various American ginseng and dried sorrel. Deer head specimens were not expensive, but they might not be presentable—it was said that many people preferred to use their own hunted deer as specimens.

There were even more things to eat locally. Although bear and deer meat were not available every day, they were said to be not uncommon. Restaurants even offered fried squirrels, which made Wayne always couldn't help but think about how many years he would be sentenced to for eating these things in modern society.

However, the fact proved that there were realistic reasons behind why many things had not formed a breeding industry,

either they were not easy to raise, or they were not tasty.

Everyone tasted a little bit, and the popular ones were still the regular meats.

Some American-style foods had already become popular at this time.

Pickled boiled eggs and pickled oysters, which were common in Western taverns, could also be seen in the taverns here. Now their status in the taverns was probably similar to that of peanuts in China,

and because Virginia was closer to the ocean, the pickled oysters here were at least genuine, unlike the "pickled oysters" in Western taverns or brothels, which sometimes contained "prairie oysters," that is, various strange "eggs."

Some powerful bartenders were said to be able to tell which local tavern or "tavern" you had been to before based on the differences in various pickling recipes.

Time quickly came to the evening of the end of the holiday.

After purchasing the items, Doug counted the number of people, and everyone was present, so they rested well and prepared to leave tomorrow morning.

By the way, some not-so-good news was brought back,

for example, the team whose leader was called Chris Mannix, who had previously discussed cooperation with Wayne, seemed to have been attacked, and it was not yet clear who the perpetrators were.