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Lord of the Mysteries Side Story: An ordinary person's daily life (4)

Tamara. Barton chewed on the name, thinking about what it meant.

Instead of looking around in panic as he did the first time he found that he could hear voices that no one else could hear, he was always ready to pick up a stick and rush over to give him a shot, as he first found that he could hear voices that no one else could hear. He stood quite calm while observing the reaction of Pacheco, the deputy director of compliance.

Pacheco glanced at him and said:

"do you have any study of Quaternary history?"

"there is some research." Barton replied modestly.

At this moment, he did not pretend that he knew nothing about Quaternary history. First, his character did not allow it, and second, his position came from the academic accomplishment of history. If he had a major flaw in this field, he would probably be dismissed by the foundation tomorrow.

Pacheco looked at the door and said:

"have you ever heard of Tamara?"

"I've heard of it." Barton instinctively glanced at Pacheco. "the surname Tamara has appeared several times in the scattered Quaternary historical data, second only to Tudor, Solomon and Trensoste." From this point, it can be preliminarily judged that it represents the great aristocracy of a Quaternary empire. "

At this point, Barton paused and said:

Vernar recently found some ruins left over from the Quaternary period. "

Because the hotel waiter was nearby, he did not directly point out that the surname Tamara might be related to Vernal's current anomaly.

Pacheco did not respond, tilting his head to the hotel waiter:

"I am a police officer in charge of criminal cases. I suspect that something has happened to the occupants of this room. Please take the key and open the door immediately."

As he spoke, Pacheco took out a certificate and showed it to the other party.

The hotel waiter was startled at first, then looked carefully at the papers:

"all right, all right. I'll get the keys! "

As he spoke, he turned and ran to the top of the stairs.

"are you a policeman?" Barton blurted out in astonishment as he watched.

Pacheco looked down at the certificate in the palm of his eye and said with a smile:

"this document is absolutely authentic and was obtained from legal channels."

Why is it so complicated? Barton habitually replied:

"I don't care whether it's true or not. I just want to know whether you are a police officer or not."

Pacheco smiled:

"it depends on how you perceive it."

This answer made Barton a little grumpy, but as a standard Roon gentleman, knowing that the other side did not want to give an answer directly, he politely shut his mouth.

Of course, the fact that the other party is the deputy director of the "compliance department" is also one of the reference factors.

In their silence, the innkeeper and the waiter went back to the third floor.

After carefully examining the papers in Pacheco's hand and comparing the photos with the real person, the innkeeper took out the key to open the door and complained in a low voice:

"how could something have happened? There was no movement at all. "

If a high-end hotel has a criminal case involving human life, it will definitely affect its own image and even go bankrupt.

"Don't worry too much, maybe it's just a little problem." Pacheco gave each other a word of comfort in a friendly manner.

"I hope so, and may the goddess bless you." The innkeeper withdrew his hand, clicked clockwise four times on his chest and drew the stars.

Then he nudged the door to open it slowly.

At this moment, it seems that the interior of the room finally got through with the outside world, and a faint smell of blood pervaded it.

"Oh." The innkeeper was aware of this and could only use one modal word to express his disappointment and panic.

Only in such an environment can the envelope smell bloody without being stained with blood. Such an idea flashed through Barton's mind for the first time.

Then he noticed that the furniture was neatly arranged in the room, and there were no obvious wrinkles in the carpet, which contradicted the smell of blood in the air.

It doesn't look like there's been a fight. Killed with one shot? Barton's hobbies include fashion, especially those mixed with murder and love, so he has a wealth of "experience" in similar situations.

Of all the best-selling authors, there is no doubt that his favorite is Forrest. Wall.

At first, buy Firth. Wall's book was his wife, and Barton occasionally flipped through it and was addicted to it.

Of course, he would not show this in front of his wife and always said in an authoritative tone:

"this vulgarity is shallow and worthless, and it is only suitable for passing the time."

During the tumultuous thoughts of Barton, Pacheco put on a pair of white gloves and walked into the room.

After looking around, the senior solicitor went to the desk, picked up the letter paper with the design of the lavender castle, and said to the innkeeper and waiter:

"do you know how many there were?"

"We, not every day, replenish it every time." The waiter looked at the boss and stuttered slightly.

His implication was that after several customer rotations, he didn't know how much stationery Vernal had left when he checked in.

Pacheco gave a "ho", shook his head, and said to Barton, who walked up to him:

"so the world needs order and rules.

"if they can have a strict code of conduct and remember to fill in the stationery to a certain amount every time customers check out, then we can take advantage of this and find some clues."

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Barton answered truthfully.

Pacheco smiled and said:

"to put it simply, where there is light, there will be shadow.

"of course, enough chaos also means opportunity."

Barton heard the words, nodded and said:

"Yes, Rossell the Great said that chaos is an upward ladder."

"No one knows whether he said this or not. There are too many people in this world who dare not express their views directly and can only borrow the names of others." Pacheco replied casually.

Then he picked up the blank letter paper at the top, put it in the sunlight through the glass, and looked at it carefully for a while.

"I like to deal with careless people best." Pacheco burst into a smile.

After saying this, he put the stationery in his hand back in place.

The next second, he took a sharpened pencil out of his pocket and daubed it gently on the letter paper.

Before long, traces of one Roon word after another appeared, forming one scattered sentence after another:

". I was targeted. "

". There are traces of religious sacrifice in the ruins. "

". I took the things from the altar. "

". It, it saw me!

". No, no! It's always by my side! "

When writing these sentences, the archaeologist Vernard seemed to be in a rather intense mood, so he worked very hard, leaving the most obvious pen marks.