The scene in front of him was so ordinary that Barton didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Although he vaguely felt a little familiar, he didn't think it was surprising:

How can a scene that you see every day not feel a little familiar?

He moved his gaze and looked high into the sky, only to see the crimson moon hanging quietly, swaying with light, which made people feel involuntarily precipitated.

At this moment, Barton seemed to have unloaded the invisible burden, his body and mind were extremely relaxed, and he no longer had the panic, anxiety and irritability he had before.

His spiritual instincts told him that this was the end of the affair and that it would no longer affect his life.

"The storm is above, thank the Lord for your protection. Barton immediately slammed his right fist into his left chest and whispered to himself.

Without that worry and tension, he felt exhaustion like a flood, rushing out of the depths of his soul, drowning his brain, drowning his limbs, drowning every cell of his body.

Barton couldn't help but put the back of his hand to his mouth and yawned, but there was a pleasant smile on his face.

He didn't stay in the study any longer, turned and left, all the way back to the bedroom, and took a bath and drank a small glass of red wine in a state of enjoyment.

That night, Barton didn't dream anymore and slept unusually soundly.

When he woke up in the morning, his spirit was relaxed, and his joy was undercurrent, as if he had gained a new life.

Glancing at his wife, who was still sleeping next to him, Barton got up carefully, changed his clothes, and walked around his home.

He had never found his neighborhood so beautiful before:

The air is fresh, the environment is peaceful, the scenery is pleasant, and even the pedestrians are so cultured.

This made Barton feel better and better, and once again deeply realized that Fernal's affairs were over, and he was back to his ordinary and peaceful life.

He kept it that way, returned home, and enjoyed breakfast with his wife and children.

In the process, he even told his wife a joke published in the newspaper, fulfilling a small request from the children.

Seeing the smiles on his wife and children's faces, Barton felt heartily satisfied.

Then, putting on his coat, hat and cane, he went out on a trackless carriage to the Rune Foundation for the Collection and Preservation of Antiquities, located on the edge of the city.

Entering his office, Barton returned to his old rhythm, and instead of busy working, he prepared black tea with some exotic herbs for his home.

With black tea, he leisurely finished reading the newspapers that he had not subscribed to at home, and then he picked up the letters and documents he received and reviewed them in turn.

Such a process, such a rhythm, made him feel extremely comfortable.

The only dissonance was that Barton was still a little worried about receiving another letter from Vernal.

However, this fear did not materialize.

About a quarter of an hour later, there was a knock on his office door.

"Please come in. Barton picked up his cup and took a sip of black tea.

Pushing through the door was the deputy head of the "Compliance Department", who was ordinary-looking, featureless, but affectionate Pacheco Dawn.

"Did you sleep well last night?" asked Pacheco, standing in the doorway, greeting.

"It was amazing. Barton didn't hide it.

Pacheco nodded, smiled, and said:

"It looks like you've really gotten rid of the effects of this incident. ”

Instead of talking about the "nightmare" he had, Barton asked:

"What about you?"

"I slept very well too. Pacheco replied with a smile, "The police have completely taken over the matter, and it is said that Vernal was found last night, but unfortunately, he seems to have suffered a misfortune." ”

"Poor man, may he have peace. Barton did not say that the Lord would bless him, because Vernal had renounced his faith in the "Lord of the Storm," and if there was a "blessing," it would have been lightning and a storm.

After speaking, thinking of the help Pacheco had provided before, and the other party's kind gesture, Barton took the initiative to say:

"Wait for lunch?"

"Do you have a treat?" Pacheco said with a smile.

"Of course, it's nice to meet you as a friend. Barton stood up and saluted with a gentlemanly demeanor.

Pacheco bowed his head lightly and said:

"Then I'll wait for your invitation in the compliance department.

"Before 12 o'clock?"

"No problem. In addition to being grateful, Barton also felt that knowing the deputy director of the "Compliance Department" was of great help to the future work.

Moreover, he believes that Pacheco should be like himself, better than the average person in some ways.

After watching Pacheco leave his office, Barton sat back down and exhaled silently, slowly.

As an ordinary person with a normal IQ, he could see that Vernal's affairs were full of oddities, involving issues in the occult and religious fields.

He was also interested in the division of the Tamara family, the hidden history of the Quaternary period, and the details of what happened to Vernal.

But he knew that he couldn't delve into it, and it was the greatest luck of an ordinary person to see the part of the iceberg that didn't die, and if he tried to figure out the specific situation under the water, he would inevitably be drowned.

That past archaeological experience made Barton afraid to take the risk, and he didn't want to take the risk.

For him, curiosity is probably the least valuable thing.

After a moment of deep emotion, Barton continued to work.

When it was almost 12 o'clock, he put the items on the table, picked up the coat and top hat hanging on the coat rack, left the office, and walked outside the door of the "compliance department".

Knock knock, Patton knocked on the wooden door in front of him.

Soon, Pacheco opened the door, glanced at Barton, and said:

"Give me another five minutes, and I've got a little more to take care of. ”

"No problem. Barton replied unhesitantly.

"Come in and wait. Pacheco said casually.

Barton was not polite, stepped into the "Compliance Department", and found a chair to sit down.

He moved his gaze casually and found that there were about six or seven people in the "compliance department".

Just then, he heard a knock on the door.

Before the "Compliance Department" employees could get up, the door creaked open.

The first to enter was the vice president of the "Rune Antiquities Collection and Conservation Foundation".

This is an old man in good spirits, he looked around, his gaze lingered on Barton for a second, and then said:

"Looks like everybody's here.

"I'd like to introduce you to a new colleague. ”

As he spoke, the vice chairman took a few steps forward, revealing the new employees of the "Compliance Department" who followed behind.

It was a woman in her twenties, with a high nose, plump lips, dark gray eyes, and a rather beautiful face, wearing the usual long blue dress.

However, there is no expression on her face, and she does not look like a real person as a whole, and is closer to a wax figure.

Barton and Pacheco's gaze froze.

The vice president continued with a smile:

"She will be the deputy head of the 'compliance department', like Pacheco, and her name is Alycia Tamara. ”

PS1: Of course, the daily life of ordinary people can't go too deep, this belongs to the presentation of the surface part of the iceberg and does not involve below the water surface, well, it can be regarded as a narrative attempt.

PS2: If the final closing part is purely for the fear effect, without considering the three views of the characters, then it should be written like this:

As he spoke, the vice chairman took a few steps forward, revealing the new employees of the "Compliance Department" who followed behind.

It was a woman in her twenties, with a high nose, plump lips, dark gray eyes, and a rather beautiful face, wearing the usual long blue dress.

Barton and Pacheco's gaze froze.

At this time, the corners of the lady's mouth turned up, and she said with a bright smile and natural:

"Hi, I'm Alysia Tamara. ”