Tamara … Barton chewed on the name and thought about what it represented.
He no longer looked around in panic like the first time he discovered that he could hear voices that others couldn't. He looked around in fear, searching for the person speaking in the dark, and was ready to pick up a wooden stick and rush over to smack that person. He stood there rather 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 Fourth Epoch?"
"I've done some research," Barton replied modestly.
At this moment, he didn't pretend that he didn't know anything about the history of the Fourth Epoch. Firstly, his personality didn't allow it. Secondly, his position stemmed from his academic accomplishments in history. If he had any major flaws in this field, he might very well be fired by the foundation the next day.
Pacheco looked at the door.
"Have you heard of the surname Tamara?"
"I have." Barton instinctively turned his head to look at Pacheco. "In the sparse historical records of the Fourth Epoch, the surname Tamara appears several times, second only to Tudor, Solomon, and Telun Sostel. From this, it can be preliminarily determined that she represents a great noble of an empire in the Fourth Epoch. "
At this point, Barton paused for a moment.
"Vernal recently discovered some ruins left behind from the Fourth Epoch."
As the hotel attendant was right beside him, he didn't directly point out that the surname Tamara might be related to Vernal's current abnormality.
Pacheco didn't respond. He turned his head to the hotel attendant and said, "I'm a police officer in charge of criminal cases.
"I'm a police officer in charge of criminal cases. I suspect that the occupant of this room has met with misfortune. Please open the door with the key immediately."
As he spoke, Pacheco took out an ID and showed it to the attendant.
The hotel attendant was startled at first, then he carefully looked at the ID.
"Okay, okay. I'll get the key! "
As he spoke, he turned around and ran to the staircase.
"You're a police officer?" Barton blurted out in surprise.
Pacheco looked down at the ID in his hand and chuckled.
"This ID is absolutely authentic, and it was obtained through legal channels."
Why make it so complicated … Barton habitually replied, "I don't care if it's authentic or not.
"I don't care if it's real 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 rather irritated, but as a standard Rouen gentleman, he politely shut his mouth after realizing that Roland wasn't willing to give a direct answer.
Of course, the fact that the other party was the deputy director of the Compliance Department was also a factor of consideration.
In silence, the hotel owner and the waiter returned to the third floor.
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 and complained in a low voice,
"How could something happen? Not a single sound. "
If a high-class hotel was involved in a murder case, it would definitely affect its image, and it might even go bankrupt.
"Don't worry too much. Maybe it's just a small problem." Pacheco comforted him in a friendly manner.
"Let's hope so. May the Goddess bless us." The hotel owner retracted his hand and tapped his chest four times in a clockwise manner, drawing a star.
Then, he gently pushed the door and let it slowly open.
At this moment, the inside of the room seemed to be connected to the outside world, and the faint smell of blood permeated the air.
"Oh..." The hotel owner sensed this and could only use one word to express his disappointment and horror.
Only in such an environment can the envelope not be stained with blood, but still carry the smell of blood … This was the first thought that flashed through Barton's mind.
Then, he noticed that the furniture in the room was neatly arranged, and the carpet wasn't wrinkled, which contradicted the smell of blood that permeated the air.
It doesn't look like a fight had taken place … A one-shot kill? Barton's hobbies included reading popular novels, especially those that were mixed with murder and love. Therefore, he had plenty of "experience" when it came to such situations.
And among all the best-selling authors, his favorite was undoubtedly Fors Wall.
Initially, his wife was the one who bought Fors Wall's novels. Barton occasionally read them, and he ended up engrossed in them.
Of course, he would not reveal this in front of his wife. He would always use an authoritative tone to say, "Don't worry.
He always said in an authoritative tone, "This kind of vulgar, shallow, and worthless book is only suitable for killing time."
As Barton's thoughts churned, Pacheco put on a pair of white gloves and stepped into the room.
After the senior solicitor looked around, he walked to the desk, picked up the letter with the lavender castle pattern, and said to the hotel owner and the waiter:
"Do you know how many there were originally?"
The waiter looked at the boss and stammered, "We, no, not every day, every time."
What he meant was that after several shifts of customers, he no longer knew how many letters were left when Vernal checked in.
Pacheco chuckled, shook his head, and said to Barton, who walked to his side.
"Therefore, this World needs order and rules.
"If they can have a strict code of conduct, and remember to replenish the letter to a certain number every time a customer checks out, then we can use this to find some clues."
"I don't quite understand what you mean," Barton replied truthfully.
Pacheco smiled and said,
"To put it simply, there will only be shadows when there is light.
"Of course, enough chaos also means opportunities."
When Barton heard this, he nodded and said,
"Yes, Rosell The Great said that chaos is a ladder to the top."
"No one knows if this sentence was said by him. There are too many people in this World who don't dare to express their views directly and can only borrow the name of others," Pacheco replied casually.
Then, he picked up the blank letter at the top, put it under the sunlight that passed through the glass, and looked at it carefully for a while.
"I like to face careless people the most." Pacheco suddenly laughed.
After saying this, he put the letter in his hand back in place.
In the next second, he took out a sharpened pencil from his pocket and began to lightly scribble on the letter.
Before long, traces of Loenese words appeared one after another, forming a series 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 was always by my side! "
When writing these sentences, the archaeologist, Vernal, seemed to be in a very intense mood, so he used a lot of force, leaving the most obvious pen marks.
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