Lord of the Mysteries: The daily life of an ordinary person (3)

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In an instant, all the hair on Barton stood up.

Although he can’t be sure that what he smells is a **** smell, he is slightly different from ordinary people's spiritual sense and tells him that this is the smell of blood.

Vernal suffered misfortune? Like the archaeological team I was in? No, there is no blood left on this envelope, how can it smell bloody? After a brief, extreme fear, Barton stood up.

As an ordinary person, in the face of such things, his instinctive response is only one.

That's the alarm!

Barton just took the envelope and left the seat, suddenly remembering one thing:

"Ruen Antiques' Collection and Protection Foundation" internally clearly stipulates how to deal with similar situations-if a project has a terrible or incomprehensible phenomenon, immediately suspend everything and report to the "Compliance Department", who will be responsible for follow-up .

Barton has never understood why he should go to the “Compliance Department”. In his perception, this is a department that deals with terms and checks whether the project is in violation of regulations. It has nothing to do with dealing with unknown dangers. .

However, when the founder of the foundation, the lady Audrey Hall did not make too many changes when she reviewed the internal working rules, she only added such a rule.

Obviously, I would rather go to the security supervisor... Barton mumbled out of the office, all the way to the "Compliance Department" at the end of the corridor.

Boom, he tried to calm down and knocked three times with a gentlemanly manner.

"Please come in." There was a characteristic voice.

honestly speaking, Barton knew very little about the colleagues in the Compliance Department, only knowing that they were ruthless and quick-moving, and caught one after another internal worms who defrauded the foundation.

took a deep breath, Patton twisted the handle and pushed the door open.

In his imagination, the "Compliance Department" should work in an unusually dark environment, everyone keeps silent, and exchanges a few words from time to time to determine the fate of a project and its responsible person, but The first thing that caught his eye was the bright sunshine, the colorful decorations and the bright layout.

"Is there anything?" A dark-haired brown-eyed, non-existent "Compliance Department" employee greeted him.

He wore a heavy black wool coat, which didn’t seem to be able to withstand the cold and humid winter climate of East Chester.

In addition, Barton noticed that the employee of the "Compliance Department" had an accent of Beckland and was either born there or spent a long time there.

Not so indifferent, mechanical, difficult to get along with, even making people feel kind... Barton hurriedly said while flashing a similar idea:

"One of our partners seems to be in trouble!

"The letter he sent was only an envelope, there was no content, and it still smelled of blood."

There is no change in the expression of the employee of the "Compliance Department", lightly nodded and said:

"Show me the envelope."

Barton immediately handed out the "letter" from Archaeologist Vernal.

It was not until this time that he realized that he was a little rude and asked busy:

"Sorry, what should I call you?"

The employee of the "Compliance Department" lifted the envelope to the sun, looked at it carefully, and replied casually:

"Pacheco Dawn, Deputy Director of Compliance Department, a senior Solicitor, you directly call me Pacheco will be fine."

Don't wait for Patton to respond, Pacheco lowered his arm, his expression a little serious:

"There are indeed some abnormalities.

"Preliminary judgment, this letter came from the Crawford Hotel in the city. I used to live there for a while, knowing that they like to print lavender castle on specially made envelopes and letter paper."

"Do you need to call the police?" Barton blurted out.

Pacheco shook his head:

"No need for the time being, let's go to the site to confirm the situation first.

"It needs some help from you, I don't know the partner."

"...Well, I'll go with you." Patton answered hesitantly.

After coming out of "Ruen Antiques' Collection and Protection Foundation" and boarding an rented carriage, Barton was a little embarrassed when he saw the scene silent, so he actively asked:

"Pacheco, are you Beckland?"

"No." Pacheco shook his head. "I am a Midsea County, I have only lived in Beckland for nearly fifteen years."

"Why did you leave Beckland? I heard it was the most suitable city for Lawyer to grow." Barton casually chatted.

Pacheco smiled and said:

"But there is also competition.

"Okay, just kidding, I used to be a private Lawyer and partner of steam-powered car tycoon Franmi Cage. Later, he invested in the establishment of the Beckland bicycle company, and I began to serve as the company's legal adviser."

Barton suddenly:

"Miss Audrey owns a lot of shares in this company, so you know her?"

"Yes." Pacheco sighed. "In the previous war, Franmi passed away unfortunately, and his industry was caught in a multi-party dispute. As his friend, I helped his widow and children to gain a considerable share , So I offended some people, which made my situation in Beckland difficult. Fortunately, at this time, Miss Audrey stretched out an olive branch and invited me to work at East Chester County, to the foundation, as deputy director of the Compliance Department. "

Seeing that Pacheco even talked about this kind of thing, Patton felt more friendly.

He asked with some doubt:

"Why are you targeted? You just fulfilled the duties of a friend and Lawyer.

"Those people should target Franmi Cage's widow and children."

Pacheco laughed at itself:

"I used some unfair methods.

"In addition, Franmi's widow and children have other friends to take care of."

In such a chat, rented carriage arrived at the Crawford Hotel in the heart of Stoen.

The location of this hotel is very well chosen. The neighborhood where it is located is beautiful and very quiet. It only takes ten minutes to walk to the most prosperous streets of the city.

Entering the hotel and finding the boss, Pacheco asked directly:

"Let’s find a friend named Vernal."

Through the previous chat, he has grasped the general situation of the goal.

The boss frowned suspiciously:

"If I remember correctly, there should be no customer called Vernal."

Barton hearing this, busy added:

"He is taller than me, looks very strong, his nose is always red, and his body often smells of alcohol..."

He described Vernal’s appearance in detail.

The boss recalled and looked at the waiter next to him.

"There is such a guest." The waiter replied immediately, "He lives at No. 309."

Under the guidance of the waiter, Button and Pacheco came out of Vernal’s room and knocked on the wooden door with their fingers.

Dongdong's voice echoed, and there was no movement in it.

As Barton was about to propose the alarm again, Pacheco suddenly bent down and picked up a white, soft hair from the gap in the bottom of the door.

No, this is not hair, they are closer to the fogging condensation.

As Pacheco's fingers touched, they diffused into the surrounding air.

At the same time, spiritual sense is a little bit different from ordinary people. Barton vaguely hears a faint and weak male voice:

"Tamara...Tamara..."