Lord of the Mysteries: The daily life of an ordinary person (4)
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Tamara... Barton chewed the name, thinking about what it represented.
He is no longer like the first time he found that he can hear the sound that others can’t hear, panicking and panicking, looking for who is hiding in the dark and talking, and always ready to pick up a stick and rush to the other side Awesome, he stood quite calmly, pondering and observing the response of Pacheco, the deputy director of the Compliance Department.
Pacheco glanced at him:
"Do you have any research on the history of fourth era?"
"There is a certain amount of research." Barton replied modestly.
At this moment, he did not pretend that he had no knowledge of the history of fourth era. First, his character was not allowed, and second, his position came from the academic accomplishment of history. If there are major defects in this field, then he is likely Tomorrow will be dismissed by the Foundation.
Pacheco looks at the door of the house:
"Have you heard of the surname Tamara?"
"I heard that." Barton instinctively glanced at Pacheco. "In the scattered and scarce fourth era historical materials, the surname Tamara has appeared several times, second only to Tudor, Solomon and Trensost. From this point According to preliminary judgment, this represents the great aristocracy of an empire in fourth era."
Speaking of which, Button paused for a moment:
"Fernar recently discovered some ruins down fourth era legacy."
Because the hotel waiter is nearby, he did not directly point out that the surname Tamara may be related to Vernal’s current anomaly.
Pacheco did not respond, and said sideways to the hotel waiter:
"I am a police officer in charge of criminal cases. I suspect that the occupants of this room have suffered misfortune. Please open the door with the key immediately."
While speaking, Pacheco took out a certificate and showed it to the other party.
The hotel waiter was taken aback at first, and then looked at the document carefully:
"Okay, okay. I'll get the key!"
As he spoke, he turned and ran to the stairs.
"Are you a policeman?" Patton stunned, watching.
Pacheco looked down at the document in his palm, laughed:
"This document is absolutely true and was obtained from legal sources."
Why should it be so complicated... Barton habitually replied:
"I don't care about its authenticity, I just want to know if you are a police officer."
Pacheco laughed:
"It depends on how you recognize it."
This kind of answer makes Patton a little irritable, but as a standard Ruen gentleman, he realized that the other party did not want to give the answer directly, he closed his mouth politely.
Of course, the fact that the other party is the deputy head of the Compliance Department is also one of the reference factors.
In silence, the hotel owner and the waiter returned to third floor.
After carefully checking the ID in the hands of Pacheco, after comparing the photos with the real person, the hotel owner took out the key to open the door and complained in a low voice:
"How could it happen? Nothing happened."
If a high-end hotel has a criminal case involving human life, it will definitely affect its own image, and even suffer bankruptcy.
"Don't worry too much, maybe it's just some minor problems." Pacheco comforted the other person with a close attitude.
"Hope, may Goddess bless." The hotel owner withdrew his hand and tapped four times clockwise on his chest to draw the stars.
Next, he pushed the door lightly and let it open slowly.
At this moment, the interior of the room seems to finally be able to communicate with the outside world, and a faint **** smell permeates.
"Oh..." The hotel owner realized this and could only express his disappointment and fright in one tone.
Only in such an environment can the envelope not be contaminated with blood but with a **** smell... This idea flashed through Barton's mind for the first time.
It was then that he noticed the entire simultaneously of the furniture in the room, no rumpled rugs, and contradicted the **** smell in the air.
It doesn’t look like there was a fight... a single shot? Barton's hobbies include reading popular novels, especially those mixed with homicide and love, so he has a very rich "experience" for similar situations.
And among all the best-selling novel authors, his favorite is without a doubt Forsi Wall.
In the beginning, it was his wife who bought several novels of Forsi Wall. Patton occasionally read it and was addicted to it.
Of course, he will not show this in front of his wife, always using an authoritative tone:
"This kind of novel is vulgar and superficial, it has no value, only suitable for passing time."
Barton's thoughts wrestled, Pacheco put on a pair of white gloves and stepped into the room.
After looking around for a long time, the veteran Solicitor walked to the desk and picked up the stack of stationery printed with the lavender castle pattern, and said to the hotel owner and waiter:
"Do you know how many there were originally?"
"We, no, not every day, supplement every time." The waiter glanced at the boss and said stuttering slightly.
What he meant was that after several rotations of customers, he already had no idea how much stationery was left when Vernal stayed.
Pacheco sighed, shook his head, and went to Barton Road beside him:
"So, the world needs order and rules.
"If they can have a strict set of codes of conduct, every time customers check out, remember to fill in a certain amount of stationery, then we can use this to find some clues."
"I don't quite understand what you mean." Patton answered truthfully.
Pacheco smiled and said:
"Simply put, there will be shadows only with radiance.
"Of course, enough confusion also means opportunity."
Barton hearing this, nodded and said:
"Yes, Mister Russell Great Emperor said that chaos is an upward ladder."
"No one knows whether this sentence is what he said. There are too many people in this world who dare not express their views directly and can only borrow the name of others." Pacheco replied casually.
Next, he picked up the blank letter paper on the top and put it under the sunlight through the glass, and looked closely.
"I like to face careless people the most." Pacheco suddenly laughed.
After finishing this sentence, he put the stationery back in his hand.
The next second, he took a sharpened pencil out of his pocket and gently smeared it on the letter.
It didn’t take long for the traces of the Ruen language words to appear, forming a paragraph after sentence:
"...I was stared at..."
"...There are traces of religious sacrifices remaining in that ruin..."
"...I took the item from the altar..."
"...it, it saw me!
"...No! It's always with me!"
When writing these few sentences, that Archaeologist Vernal seemed to be in a rather intense mood, so it was especially hard, leaving the most obvious trace of a pen.