An Ordinary Person's Daily Life (4)

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

He was no longer like the first time he discovered that he could hear voices that others could not hear. He looked around in panic, looking for who was talking in the dark, and was always ready to pick up a stick and rush over to give him a blow. He stood there quite calmly, thinking and observing the reaction of Pacheco, the deputy director of the "Compliance Department".

Pacheco glanced at him and said:

"Do you have any research on Quaternary history?"

"There is some research," Patton replied modestly.

At this moment, he did not pretend that he had no knowledge of the history of the Fourth Epoch. One is that his character does not allow it, and the other is that his position comes from academic accomplishment in history. If he has major flaws in this field, then he is likely to be tomorrow. will be dismissed from the Foundation.

Pacheco looked at the doorway:

"Then have you heard of the surname Tamara?"

"I've heard of it." Barton instinctively glanced sideways at Pacheco, "In the sparse Quaternary historical materials, the surname Tamara appears several times, second only to Tudor, Solomon, and Tren. Sost. From this point of view, it can be preliminarily judged that this represents the great nobles of a certain empire in the Fourth Epoch.”

Having said this, Barton paused and said:

"Vernal recently discovered some ruins left over from the Quaternary."

Because the hotel waiter was right next to him, he didn't directly point out that the surname Tamara might be related to Vernal's current anomaly.

Pacheco did not respond, and turned his head to the hotel waiter and said:

"I am a police officer in charge of criminal cases. I suspect that the occupant of this room has suffered misfortune. Please take the key to open the door immediately."

While speaking, Pacheco took out a document and showed it to the other party.

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

"Okay, okay. I'll get the keys!"

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

"Are you a policeman?" Patton, who was on the sidelines, blurted out in amazement.

Pacheco looked down at the document in his palm,

Hehe laughed:

"This document is absolutely genuine and obtained from legal channels."

Why is it so complicated... Barton habitually replied:

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

Pacheco laughed:

"It depends on how you perceive it."

Such an answer made Barton a little irritable, but as a standard Loen gentleman, after realizing that the other party was unwilling 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 the silence of the two, the hotel owner and the waiter returned to the third floor together.

After carefully checking the documents in Pacheco's hand and comparing the photo with the real person, the hotel owner took out the key to open the door and complained in a low voice:

"What 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 because of it.

"Don't worry too much, maybe it's just some small problems." Pacheco comforted the other party with a close attitude.

"Hope, may the goddess bless you." The hotel owner withdrew his hand, tapped four times clockwise on his chest, and drew a star.

Then, he gently pushed the door, letting it open slowly.

At this moment, the interior of the room seemed to finally be connected to the outside world, and a faint smell of blood permeated out.

"Oh..." The hotel owner noticed this, and could only express his disappointment and panic in one tone of voice.

Only in such an environment can the envelope not be stained with blood but with a bloody smell... This is the first thought that flashed in Barton's mind.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that the furniture in the room was neatly arranged, and the carpets were not significantly wrinkled, which contradicted the bloody smell in the air.

It doesn't look like there has been a fight...killed by one shot? Patton's hobbies include reading popular, especially the kind mixed with murder and love, so he has quite a lot of "experience" for similar situations.

Of all the best-selling authors, his favorite is undoubtedly Fors Wall.

Initially, it was his wife who bought Fors Wall's books, and Patton was addicted to it when he flipped through it occasionally.

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

"It's vulgar and shallow, it's worthless, it's just good for passing the time."

While Patton's thoughts were tumbling, Pacheco put on a pair of white gloves and stepped into the room.

After looking around, the senior solicitor walked to the desk, picked up the stack of stationery 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, every time." The waiter glanced at the boss and stammered.

His implication was that after several customer rotations, he had no idea how much stationery was left when Vernal checked in.

Pacheco gave a "ha", shook his head, and said to Patton, who walked beside him:

"So, the world needs order, it needs rules.

"If they can have a strict code of conduct and remember to fill up the stationery to a certain amount every time a customer checks out, then we can use this to find some clues."

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

Pacheco smiled and said:

"Simply put, where there is light, there is shadow.

"Of course, enough chaos also means opportunity."

After hearing this, Barton nodded and said:

"Yes, Emperor Roselle said that chaos is an upward ladder."

"No one knows whether he said this sentence. There are too many people in this world who dare not express their views directly, and can only borrow other people's names." Pacheco replied casually.

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

"My favorite is to face careless people." Pacheco suddenly laughed.

After saying this, he put the letter in his hand back to its original position.

The next second, he took out a sharpened pencil from his pocket and scribbled lightly on the letter.

It didn't take long for traces of Ruenwen words to appear one after another, forming paragraphs after paragraphs of scattered sentences:

"...I'm being watched..."

"...There are traces of religious sacrifices left in the ruins..."

"...I took the items on the altar..."

"...it, it saw me!

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

When writing these sentences, the archaeologist Vernal seemed to be in a very intense mood, so he used extra force, leaving the most obvious pen marks.

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