An ordinary person's daily life



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

He no longer looked around in panic, trying to find out who was talking in the dark, as he did the first time he discovered that he could hear voices that others could not. He was no longer ready to pick up a stick and rush over to hit the other person. Instead, 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:

"Have you studied the history of the Quaternary Period?"

"I have done some research," Barton replied modestly.

At this moment, he did not pretend that he had no knowledge of the history of the Quaternary Epoch. Firstly, his personality did not allow it, and secondly, his position came from his academic training in history. If he had major deficiencies in this area, he would most likely be fired by the Foundation tomorrow.

Pacheco looked towards the door and said:

"Have you ever heard of the last name Tamara?"

"I've heard of it." Barton instinctively turned his head to glance at Pacheco. "In the scattered and scarce historical materials of the Fourth Epoch, the surname Tamara appears several times, second only to Tudor, Solomon, and Trunsoest. From this point, we can preliminarily judge that this represents a great noble of an empire in the Fourth Epoch."

At this point, Barton paused and said:

"Vernal recently discovered some ruins left over from the Fourth Epoch."

Because the hotel waiter was right next to him, he did not directly point out that the last name Tamara might be related to Vernal's current abnormality.

Pacheco did not respond, but 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 met with misfortune. Please take the key and open the door immediately."

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

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

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

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

"Are you a policeman?" Patton, who was watching, blurted out in surprise.

Pacheco looked down at the certificate in his hand and laughed:

"This certificate is absolutely authentic and was obtained through legal channels."

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

"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.”

This answer made Barton a little irritated, but as a typical Loen gentleman, after realizing that the other party was unwilling to give a direct answer, he politely shut his mouth.

Of course, the fact that the other party is the deputy director of the "Compliance Department" is also a reference factor.

In silence, the hotel owner and the waiter returned to the third floor together.

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

"How could something happen? There was no movement at all."

If a high-end hotel has a criminal case involving life, it will definitely affect its image and may even lead to bankruptcy.

"Don't worry too much, maybe it's just some minor problems." Pacheco comforted the other party in a friendly manner.

"Let's hope so. May the goddess bless us." The innkeeper withdrew his hand and tapped four times clockwise on his chest to draw stars.

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

At this moment, the inside of the room seemed to finally be connected to the outside world, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

"Oh..." The hotel owner noticed this and could only use one interjection to express his disappointment and horror.

Only in such an environment could the envelope not be stained with blood but carry a bloody smell... This was the first thought that flashed through Patton's mind.

Then he noticed that the furniture in the room was neatly arranged and the carpet had no obvious wrinkles, which was inconsistent with the bloody smell in the air.

It didn't look like there had been a fight... Killed with one shot? Barton's hobby included reading popular novels, especially those mixed with murder and romance, so he had a lot of "experience" with similar situations.

And of all the best-selling novelists, his favorite was undoubtedly Fors Wall.

Initially, it was his wife who bought several of Fors Wall's novels. Barton occasionally flipped through them and became addicted to them.

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

"This kind of novel is vulgar and shallow, without any value, and is only suitable for killing time."

While Patton was thinking, Pacheco put on a pair of white gloves and walked into the room.

After looking around, the senior lawyer walked to the desk, picked up the letter paper with the lavender castle pattern printed on it, and said to the hotel owner and the waiter:

“Do you know how many there were originally?”

"We, no, we don't replenish it every day." The waiter glanced at the boss and said with a slight stutter.

What he meant was that after several changes of customers, he had no idea how much stationery was left when Vernal checked in.

Pacheco chuckled, shook his head, and said to Barton who came to his side:

“So, this world needs order and rules.

"If they can have a strict code of conduct and remember to replenish 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." Patton answered truthfully.

Pacheco smiled and said:

“To put it simply, where there is light there is shadow.

"Of course, enough chaos also means opportunity."

Barton heard this and nodded:

"Yes, Emperor Roselle said that chaos is the ladder to success."

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

Then he picked up the blank piece of paper on top, held it up to the sunlight shining through the glass, and looked at it carefully for a while.

"I like dealing with careless people the most." Pacheco suddenly laughed.

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

The next second, he took out a sharpened pencil from his pocket and began to write lightly on the piece of letter paper.

Before long, traces of Loenese words appeared one after another, forming scattered sentences one after another:

"…I'm being watched…"

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

"...I took the items from the altar..."

“…It, it saw me!

"…No! It's always been with me!"

When writing these sentences, the archaeologist Vernal seemed to be in a very intense emotion, so he wrote with particular force, leaving the most obvious pen marks.


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