Knock Knock Knock ......

There was a knock on the door, very rhythmic and very light.

As mentioned earlier, many times, many voices carry their own emotions and attitudes, and the same is true for the knock on the door, you can clearly sense the attitude of the person outside the door through the knock.

Angry, respectful, apprehensive, restless, or sad......

In this knock on the door, Ryan didn't hear the slightest emotion, maybe polite, but this politeness was tinged with a touch of detachment, more like a helpless routine.

"Please come in ......"

Ryan turned around and sat down in his chair before speaking aloud.

His voice was like this knock on the door, with the same attitude, mixed with a faint detached politeness, a routine of workplace interaction.

With a slight creak, the heavy wooden door was pushed open, and a young man in a black gentleman's uniform walked in with a smile on his face, this person Ryan had the impression that he was the assistant to the district chief and had a certain status in the district mayor's office.

Although the administrative organs at the district level are not as good as those at the city level, although the sparrow is small and complete, the district chief still has his own set of office organs, and there are several civil servants who serve the district chief, and do some official duties for him, such as transmitting information, or some kind of expression of will, such as in some scenarios where he is not suitable for direct communication with his subordinates.

"Good afternoon, sir......"

With a smile on his face, the young man took off his top hat and bowed to Ryan to say hello.

In the French Empire, the position of prime minister has never been held by those nobles from big families, so the top of this food chain is sometimes not the prime minister of a first-class civil servant, but the head of a department with a blue blood heritage.

The same is true at the bottom, if Jörgen Alfonso is in politics, even if he is the lowest seventh-level civil servant, such as the head of the sixteenth district, he will not dare to put any prefect in front of him, unless this one is broken, or he has the full support of a big family like the Leslie family behind him.

In general, there is a difference between the periphery of the family and the children of the family.

For example, if two families have a feud, if the descendants of one family are suppressed by the periphery of the other family, on the bright side, the periphery of that family will not dare to do something very excessive.

On the bright side, there are rules.

This is because if your periphery attacks the other party's children with all your might, if you make a dead hand and turn around, the other party can also do the same, so that the bloodline or anything is not important, and the real benefit can only be those on the periphery of the family, in other words, the noble people will no longer be noble, and they can also fall into the dust and be climbed on the head by those with lowly bloodlines.

There is a saying on the continent of Noah.

That is, the king can only die at the hands of the king, and the king who kills the king is glory!

If the king dies at the hands of a bronze pariah, this is blasphemy, there is no glory at all, and all the kings on the continent must avenge this king, even if that untouched person is his own subordinate.

If the bloodline surname is removed, then the food chain is also the difference between upper and lower levels.

The first level of civil servants is the only one, and only when he becomes the prime minister of the empire can he be high, and the heads of various departments can only be second class civil servants, and the same is true for the heads of local administrations.

Take the Governor of the South, for example, a second-class civil servant.

The mayor of Reims City is just a third-level civil servant, like the mayor of the sixteenth district where Ryan is located, but a fifth-level civil servant, and the deputy mayor like Ryan is a sixth-level civil servant, and the one who pushes the door in, like Ryan's eldest cousin Lonzo Bell who works at the city hall, is the lowest seventh-level civil servant, of course, worse than these people are the temporary workers who can be seen everywhere.

Those clerks who are not staffed are the lowest level of existence.

With the credit, it is those who have the establishment to get it, and if something goes wrong, they are also the ones who are responsible.

As a close confidant of the district chief, these guys are not too respectful to the powerless deputy district chief like Ryan, and all the courtesy comes from the surface, after all, they are one level higher than them.

This one is the assistant to the district chief, Torres Giovanni.

If the boss he takes refuge in is strong enough, and the family behind him also contributes money and efforts, the next step for an assistant to the district chief like Torres is to be promoted to deputy district head, responsible for specific affairs, and no longer run errands for the district chief.

Therefore, the two are really just a thin line apart.

It's hard to say how much Torres respects Ryan, and all the respect comes from the surface.

Ryan didn't put on an arrogant attitude, since the other party took off his hat and saluted, he nodded slightly, and then, watching Torres come in politely with his hands on his hands.

"You may be seated!"

He stood up and gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

Torres smiled and nodded, holding politeness in his left hand, pulling the chair in front of his desk back a certain distance with his right hand, and then, standing in front of his desk, sat down, and for a while, the smile did not dissipate from his face.

After staring at each other for a while, the two did not exchange aimless greetings.

Soon, Torres got straight to the point and said his intentions directly.

It has been several years since he entered the workplace, and Torres, who has been fighting at the bottom, is not a fool, and the basic skills of observing words and emotions have been cultivated to the point of perfection, and he knows very well that the deputy district chief who is only seventeen or eighteen years old sitting opposite has no interest in thinking about snakes, and young people like this like you to get straight to the point.

After all, this is a teenager.

Torres took out the briefcase under his arm and placed it on his desk, then he took out the papers inside the bulging briefcase and stacked them on the desk.

After the documents were taken out, the briefcase was like an inflatable toy with a leak, and it suddenly deflated, leaving only a bare layer of skin.

"What is this?"

Ryan didn't rush through the papers, just pointed to them, looked at Torres and said.

"My lord, this is the ...... disappearance in all these years"

Torres flipped to the first page of the document and said slowly.

"Because the missing people are some homeless people, as well as homeless orphans, for a while, no one noticed, until some time ago, it was discovered by someone with a heart, so it was taken seriously by the district elder!"

Torres looked at Ryan with a sincere expression.

"The disappearance of these people is very mysterious, there are no clues, and they should be classified as mysterious events, so ......"