Super Detective in the Fictional World

2228 Side Story: Fantasy Journey

Given the smell and appearance of the nerds, few people in all of Gotham would dare steal from them.

Hence, the group returned to their neighborhood without a hitch, retching and complaining along the way as their hearts ached for their wives.

But their homes would also stink for days if they went back like this.

So, the nerds went straight to their usual activity venue — an old warehouse near the apartment block.

They didn’t live in an affluent area, and they had modified one corner of an old factory with shabby-looking metal on the outside, but which was actually a sturdy room inside.

It was full of their wives and husbands which they had accumulated over the years; only their latest favorite would go home to keep them company.

However, given their financial situation, most of the figurines in the room were either secondhand or even recycled, or were imitations.

The truly pure and flawless products were the ones they had looted tonight.

Thus, even though they had encountered two ‘life-threatening calamities’ tonight, they weren’t willing to give up their gains and run off.

The abandoned factory had water, electricity, and beds, which had all been secretly brought over by the nerds over the years.

It didn’t have a lot of appliances, but the group could eat, drink, take a dump and sleep here.

After receiving a message, ‘Fat Blowfish’ Fisher’s sister, Shower, arrived early with a lot of cleaning supplies.

But when the splattered group came in, she staggered back as if she had gotten an electric shock. “Wow, where did you go? Did you fall into a cesspit?”

Suddenly, she thought of a terrifying possibility and screamed, “Is the toy store you’re talking about a public toilet? I don’t want it.”

Fisher smiled bitterly. “Alright, we were tortured by those supervillains to this point; let us clean off this sh*t-like thing first, okay?”

Shower was skeptical. “Are you sure it’s not really sh*t? Hm, true, it stinks a lot more than sh*t.”

Summer said, “Shower, we need to shower first.”

Looking at the smelly nerds approaching her, the only female member in the group could only run away.

It couldn’t be helped. The closer they got, the harder it was for her to breathe. This was a proper swarm of biological weapons!

Then, noisy and chaotic voices rang out in the factory. “Shower, where’s the shampoo? This isn’t even enough for just me.”

“Shower, where’s the shower gel? There are only two bottles. It’s not enough.”

“Where’s the laundry powder? Why is there only one bag?”

“Only half a bottle of cleaning fluid? Then whose wife should use it first?”

“Why isn’t the water hot? Is the water heater broken?”

“B*stard, you’re stepping on my wife’s foot. Honey, honey, don’t die.”

After a long period of chaos, the nerds finally finished the basic cleanup.

As for the results… Just look at how Shower, who was hiding ten meters away, was still wearing a face mask.

The nerds also threw the clothes they had taken off into a trash can outside the factory and cleaned up the filth they had tracked inside with water.

Otherwise, Shower wouldn’t be hiding ten meters away, but would’ve gone straight home instead.

This was enough for now, because they still needed to clean the figurines they had brought back.

However clean the group was now, they were about to get a little dirty again.

But for the sake of their wives and husbands, they could only endure it. Shower said that she had already done her job, bringing the cleaning supplies over — the cleanup would be left to them.

The nerds all rolled their eyes, but they weren’t unhappy. They all doted on this little sister, after all.

It was hard for a penniless nerd to find a regular woman to talk to. With Shower around, there were plenty of nerds who wanted to join the FFF.

They split up the work, and Lawser was assigned to open the bags and then throw them out.

That was because he was the only one among them who didn’t need to do any cleaning. After all, he had only brought back a bolster.

As for Shower, she simply took one look at the Black Widow bolster before she said, “It’s useless. Don’t even think about trying to get this stain out. Hurry up and cut off the stained part, and turn it into a small bolster. If the stain spreads, your wife won’t be able to keep her entire butt.”

With a long face, Lawser immediately did as he was told.

After all, Shower was competent enough to be a professional tailor, and knew more about fabric than they did.

The full-body bolster was cut into a half-body bolster, and Lawser’s heart ached. Those long legs were gone!

But he was also glad that he had protected his wife!

He could still hold it in his arms. This outcome… was just barely acceptable. It was better than nothing.

That was what he said to himself, but Lawser’s expression remained dejected. He had carried a backpack full of his many wives on his back. He didn’t cherish her, and only regretted it when someone stole her. If God could give him another chance, he would definitely… choose a non-transparent backpack.

Except for Lawser, who was full of regret, everybody else gathered at a long table and sorted out the figurines that had been taken out of their bags.

Each of them had several towels and cleaning fluid, and they cleaned up the filth to varying degrees.

Shower was the luckiest. The ‘husbands’ which Fisher had brought back for her basically weren’t ‘tainted,’ and were quickly handed over to her.

The others weren’t envious.

Since Fisher had to carry items for both him and his sister, he naturally had fewer of his own compared with the other nerds.

Even excluding the figurines that were too filthy to be saved, they still had more than Shower.

The unpleasant smell couldn’t stop these nerds, who had gotten what they wanted.

They couldn’t stop cheering. “OMG, this is a collector’s edition that was released this year which supposedly can be posed in 18 different ways; she wasn’t stained at all.”

“Mine is a 30th anniversary edition, which is even rarer than yours.”

“Hehe, yours are all trash. Look at my 2000 Millennium model. There are only 1,000 of them in the world.”

Shower was happily playing with her gains on the side, but she then saw Lawser, who had finished throwing out the trash, staring blankly at his half-body bolster.

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She couldn’t bear it, so she called him over to have some coffee.

Hm, she wouldn’t drink any. It stank here.

But these guys, who had stank all the way here, probably couldn’t smell the stench anymore. After a tiring night, they drank to warm themselves up.

“Tell me about your big adventure tonight.” Shower picked something interesting to talk about.

Lawser took a sip of his coffee to warm his cold heart. “What’s there to say? We were really unlucky to run into three supervillains in a row…”

Shower was astonished. “…You mean you were lucky. You actually came back intact despite your measly fight skills?”

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