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MTL - Lord of the Mysteries-~ An ordinary person's daily life (3)
In an instant, all the hair on Barton stood up.
Although he couldn't be sure that what he smelled was **** smell, he was slightly different from ordinary people's inspiration and told him that this is the smell of blood.
Is Vernal suffering misfortune? Like the archaeological team I was in? No, there is no blood left on this envelope, how could 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 is the alarm!
Barton just took the envelope and left the seat, suddenly remembering one thing:
The "Ruun Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation" has clear rules on how to deal with similar situations-if a project has terrifying or incomprehensible phenomena, immediately suspend everything and report to the "Compliance Department" , They are responsible for follow-up.
Barton has n’t quite understood why he should go to the “Compliance Department”. In his understanding, 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, Miss Audrey Hall, did not make too many changes when she reviewed the internal working rules, only such a thing was added, so the seniors were not willing to argue with her for this.
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 Boom Boom, he tried to calm down, knocking three times with a gentlemanly manner.
"Please come in." There was a characteristic voice in it.
Frankly speaking, Barton knew little about the colleagues in the "Compliance Department", only knowing that they were ruthless and quick-moving, and they caught one after another internal worms who defrauded the foundation.
Taking a deep breath, Patton twisted the handle and pushed open the door.
In his imagination, the "Compliance Department" should be working in an unusually dark environment. Everyone kept silent and exchanged a few words from time to time to decide the fate of a project and its person in charge, but first What greeted him was the bright sunshine, the colorful decoration and the bright layout.
"Is there anything?" A dark-haired brown-eyed, non-existent "Compliance Department" employee greeted him.
He wore a thick black woolen coat, which didn't seem to be able to withstand the cold winter weather of East Chester.
In addition, Barton noticed that the employee of the "Compliance Department" had a partial accent to Beckland and was either born there or spent a long time there.
Not so indifferent, mechanical, difficult to get along with, and even making people feel kind ... Barton hurriedly said while flashing a similar idea:
"One of our partners seems to be out of order!
"The letter he sent was only an envelope, no content, and it smelled of blood."
The employee of the "Compliance Department" showed no change in his expression, and nodded gently:
"Show me the envelope."
Barton immediately handed over the "letter" from archaeologist Vernal.
It was not until this time that he realized that he was a little rude, and he asked busyly:
"Sorry, what should I call you?"
The employee of the "Compliance Department" raised the envelope to the sun, looked at it carefully, and replied casually:
"Pacheco Dawn, deputy director of the Compliance Department, a senior solicitor, you just call me Pacheco."
Before Patton responded, Pacheco lowered his arm and said with a serious expression:
"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 patterns 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 scene to confirm the situation first.
"It needs some help from you, I don't know the partner."
"... Okay, I'll go with you." Button replied a little hesitantly.
After coming out of the "Ruen Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation", after boarding a taxi, Patton was a little embarrassed when he saw the scene, so he actively asked:
"Pacheco, are you from Beckland?"
"No." Pacheco shook his head. "I'm from Mae Haijun. I just lived in Beckland for nearly fifteen years."
"Why did you leave Beckland? I heard it was the best place for lawyers to grow." Barton casually chatted.
Pacheco smiled and said:
"But there is also competition.
"Okay, just kidding. I used to be a personal lawyer and partner of steam-powered car tycoon Frankie Cage. Later, he invested in the establishment of the Beckland Bike Company, and I started serving as the company's legal counsel.
Button suddenly appeared:
"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 property was caught in many disputes. As his friend, I helped his widow and his children win quite a lot. Share, and therefore offended some people, which made my situation in Beckland difficult. Fortunately, at this time, Miss Audrey stretched out the olive branch and invited me to work in East Cheshire, to the Foundation , Acting as the deputy director of the Compliance Department. "
Seeing Pacheco telling himself this kind of thing, Patton felt more friendly.
He asked with some doubt:
"Why did you target you? You just fulfilled the duties of a friend and a lawyer.
"Those people should target the widow and child of Franmi Cage even more."
Pacheco laughed at himself:
"I used some unjust methods.
"In addition, Franmi's widow and children have other friends to take care of."
In such a chat, the taxi arrived at the Crawford Hotel in the heart of Stowe.
The location of this hotel is quite good. The neighborhood itself 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:
"We come to 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 heard the news and busy added:
"He is taller than me, looks 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 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.
There was no movement in his voice.
As Barton was about to propose the police 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 and merged into the surrounding air.
At the same time, Barton, whose inspiration is slightly different from ordinary people, vaguely heard a faint and faint male voice:
"Tamara ... Tamara ..."