MTL - Lord of the Mysteries-~ An ordinary person's daily life (4)

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

He was no longer like the first time he found that he could hear the sound that others could not hear. He panicked left and right, looking for who was hiding in the dark and talking, and was always ready to pick up a wooden stick and rushed over to give him a stick. He stood quite calmly, pondering and observing the reaction of Pacheco, the deputy director of the Compliance Department.

Pacheco glanced at him:

"Do you have any research on Quaternary history?"

"There is a certain amount of research," Barton replied modestly.

At this moment, he did not pretend that he had no understanding of the history of the Quaternary. 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 to be tomorrow Will be dismissed by the Foundation.

Pacheco looked at the door:

"Have you heard of the surname Tamara?"

"I heard that." Barton instinctively glanced at Pacheco. "In the scattered and scarce Quaternary historical materials, the surname Tamara has appeared several times, second only to Tudor, Solomon and Tren. Soest. From this point, we can preliminarily judge that this represents the great aristocrat of a certain empire in the Quaternary. "

Speaking of which, Button paused for a moment:

"Fernar recently discovered some ruins left by the Quaternary."

Because the hotel waiter was nearby, he did not directly point out that the surname Tamara might be related to Vernal ’s current anomaly.

Pacheco did not respond and turned 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 document and showed it to the other party.

The hotel waiter was taken aback, and then looked at the document carefully:

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

He turned and ran to the stairs.

"Are you a policeman?" Patton stunned.

Pacheco looked down at the document in his palm and chuckled:

"This document is absolutely true and was obtained from legal sources."

Why is it 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."

Such an answer made Patton a little irritable, but as the standard gentleman Ruen 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 the third floor.

After carefully checking the documents in the hands of Pacheco, after comparing the photos with the real person, the hotel owner took out the key and opened the door, complaining in a low voice:

"How could it happen? Nothing happened at all."

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 a small problem." Pacheco reassured each other with a close attitude.

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

Then he pushed the door lightly and let it open slowly.

At this moment, it seemed that the interior of the room was finally communicated with the outside world, and a faint **** smell filled out.

"Oh ..." The hotel owner realized this and could only express his disappointment and panic in one tone.

Only in such an environment can the envelope not be contaminated with blood but with a **** smell ... It was such an idea that flashed through Barton's head for the first time.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that the furniture was neatly arranged in the room, and there was no obvious wrinkle on the carpet, which was in contradiction with the **** smell in the air.

It ’s not 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.

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

Initially, it was his wife who bought several novels by Folth. Wall, and Barton occasionally read through it, actually indulging in 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, it is only suitable to pass the time."

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

After looking around for a long time, the senior solicitor walked to the desk, picked up the stack of stationery printed with lavender castle patterns, 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, stuttering slightly.

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

Pacheco yelled, shook his head, and said to Barton who was walking beside him:

"So, the world needs order and rules.

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

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Button replied truthfully.

Pacheco smiled and said:

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

"Of course, enough confusion also means opportunity."

Barton heard this and nodded:

"Yes, Emperor Russell 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.

Then, he picked up the blank letter paper on the top and put it under the sunlight through the glass to take a closer look.

"I like to face careless people the most." Pacheco suddenly laughed.

After saying this, he put the stationery back in place.

The next second, he took out a sharpened pencil from his pocket and gently smeared it on the letter.

It did n’t take long for traces of Lun words to appear, forming a fragmentary sentence:

"... I was stared at ..."

"... There are traces of religious sacrifices remaining in that ruin ..."

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

"... it, it saw me!

"... No! It's always with me!"

At the time of writing these sentences, the archaeologist Vernal seemed to be in a rather intense mood, so he worked very hard, leaving the most obvious trace of a pen.