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

He no longer looked around in panic as he did the first time he found that he could hear voices that no one else could hear, looking for who was hiding in the shadows and talking, and was always ready to pick up a stick and rush over to give him a stick, he stood quite calmly, thinking and observing the reaction of Pacheco, the deputy head of the "compliance department".

Pacheco glanced at him and said:

"Do you have any research on Quaternary history?"

"There's a bit of research. Barton replied modestly.

At this moment, he did not pretend that he had no knowledge of the history of the Quaternary Age, first, his own personality did not allow it, and second, his position came from the academic cultivation of history, and if there were major shortcomings in this field, then he would probably be dismissed by the Foundation tomorrow.

Pacheco looked at the door and said:

"Have you ever heard of the surname Tamara?"

"I've heard of it. Instinctively, Barton glanced sideways at Pacheco, "In the scattered and scarce Quaternary historical sources, the surname Tamara appears several times, second only to Tudor, Solomon, and Trenthorst. From this point, it can be preliminarily judged that this represents the great nobility of a certain empire in the Quaternary period. ”

Speaking of which, Barton paused and said:

"Vernal has recently discovered some ruins left over from the Quaternary period. ”

Since the hotel waiter was nearby, he didn't directly mention that the surname Tamara might be related to Vernal's current anomaly.

Pacheco didn't respond, and turned his head to the hotel waiter:

"I am a police officer in charge of criminal cases, and I suspect that the occupant of this room has suffered a misfortune, so please take the key and open the door immediately. ”

As he spoke, Pacheco took out a document and showed it to the other party.

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

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

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

"You're a police officer?" Barton blurted out in amazement.

Pacheco looked down at the document in his palm and said with a smile:

"This document is absolutely authentic and obtained from legal sources. ”

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

"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 a little irritable, but as a standard Rune gentleman, he politely closed his mouth after understanding that the other party was unwilling to give a direct answer.

Of course, the fact that the other party is the deputy head of the "compliance department" is also one of the reference factors.

The two were silent, and the innkeeper and the waiter returned to the third floor together.

After carefully checking the documents in Pacheco's hand and comparing the photos with the real person, the innkeeper took out the key to open the door and complained in a low voice:

"How could something happen? There was no movement 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 because of it.

"Don't worry too much, maybe it's just a minor issue. Pacheco comforted the other party with an intimate attitude.

"Hope, may the Goddess bless. The innkeeper withdrew his hand and tapped it clockwise four times on his chest, drawing the stars.

Then, he nudged the door and let it open slowly.

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

"Oh......" The innkeeper sensed this, and could only express his disappointment and horror in one tone word.

Only such an environment can make the envelope not stained with blood, but with the smell of blood...... This was the first thought that crossed Barton's mind.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that in the room, the furniture was neatly arranged, and the carpet was not clearly wrinkled, which was full of contradictions with the smell of blood in the air.

It doesn't look like there's been a fight...... Barton's hobbies include reading popularity, especially the one that mixes murder and love, so he has a lot of "experience" with similar situations.

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

Initially, it was his wife who bought a few copies of Falth Wall, and Barton was obsessed with them after occasionally flipping through them.

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

"This vulgarity is shallow, worthless, and only suitable for passing the time. ”

As Barton's thoughts churned, Pacheco put on a pair of white gloves and stepped into the room.

The senior solicitor, after looking around, walked over to his desk, picked up the stack of letterhead with the lavender castle motif, and said to the innkeeper and waiter:

"Do you know how many there were?"

"We, no, not every day, every time. The waiter glanced at the boss and stammered slightly.

The implication was that after several customer rotations, he had no idea how much stationery was left when Vernal moved in.

Pacheco "heh", shook his head, and said to Barton, who walked beside him:

"So, the world needs order, it needs rules.

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

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

Pacheco smiled and said:

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

"Of course, enough chaos also means chance. ”

Hearing this, Barton nodded and said:

"Yes, Russell the Great said that chaos is the ladder up. ”

No one knows if he said this sentence or not, 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 letter at the top, brought it into the sunlight through the glass, and looked at it carefully.

"I like to deal with careless people the most. Pacheco burst out laughing.

With that, he put the letter in his hand back in place.

The next second, he took out a sharpened pencil from his coat pocket and lightly scribbled it on the letterhead.

It didn't take long for traces of rune words to emerge, forming fragmentary sentence after sentence:

“...... I'm being targeted......"

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

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

“...... It's, it sees me!

“...... It's always there for me!"

As these few sentences were written, the archaeologist Fernal seemed to be in a rather intense mood, so he used great force, leaving the most obvious traces of the pen.