"Your job is to help me sort out the material and take care of Barty, of course I'll ask you to do some research if necessary, basically nothing particularly complicated, but I won't give you any time to get used to it, so you have to learn and observe on your own. ”

Roddy hurriedly agreed, and immediately helped to sort out the papers on the table, but fortunately, Roddy's father taught him to read and write from a young age, so that there would be no mistakes in classification.

Issad secretly put away the frame, looked at Roddy with satisfaction when everything was done, and then talked about the salary.

"As for the salary, you are a temporary worker for the newspaper, so you are not paid, and when you officially become an employee of the newspaper, that is, my independent assistant, you will be paid one gold pound a week, and then I will be paid separately according to the situation of the work, and this part of the remuneration is much more than the weekly salary. ”

"For working hours, we will do five days off, two days off in the morning, eight in the evening, and special circumstances will be notified separately. ”

"Yes, Mr. Isad. Roddy couldn't help but sigh in his heart, just becoming a regular employee was paid one gold pound a week, and Ilya worked nearly 12 hours a day at the lime factory to barely earn 96 pence for seven consecutive days, less than one gold pound.

Roddy thought to himself that maybe he could get Elijah to quit his job at the lime factory when he became a full-time worker.

Just as Roddy was thinking and tidying up, and Issad was teasing the black cat, there was a knock on the door suddenly, and Roddy hurriedly looked over.

The knock on the door was a middle-aged man in a gray suit, with a depressed expression, heavy dark circles under his eyes, and a very bad mental state.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Issad here?"

The door to the office was not closed, and the man was still very polite although he was not in a good mental state.

Isad put down the black cat in his hand, straightened his top hat, and motioned for the man to sit down on the couch and talk.

"I'm just, sir, did you come to commission an interview?"

The middle-aged man sat down and rubbed his hands on his knees.

"That's right, my name is Salman. Salman also handed out a business card that showed him as a senior teller at the Kotar branch of the Grand Bank.

"A poor father who has lost his dearest son, I asked me to contact your newspaper through the request of the police. ”

Isad took off his top hat and was about to offer comfort, when Salman immediately said:

"I had learned about your newspaper in advance and wanted to contact Ms. Weils, but I couldn't find her, and the front desk staff recommended Mr. Isad to me as a reliable and competent editor. ”

Isad frowned at first, then slowly rose again.

"Hehe, it's true, although Weiersi is also a capable editor, I am more experienced in terms of qualifications. ”

Mr. Salman breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and after taking the black tea handed by Roddy, he explained his intention directly.

Isad carefully recorded some of the key words he said, and Roddy listened intently.

By the end of the meeting, it was close to noon, and Salman spoke for nearly three hours, mostly about how his son was a wonderful man, how the murderer was a dehumanized guy, and how the newspapers should report on it.

After seeing Salman off in person, Roddy returned to his office to find Mr. Isad carrying a black suitcase, apparently ready to go out.

"Roddy, you come with me. ”

"Ah, yes, yes, Mr. Isad. ”

Roddy didn't expect to be able to join in person for the first time he was commissioned for an interview, and he thought that Mr. Isad would let him stay in the office and read some similar copy.

After a slight pause, he hurriedly followed.

"Mr. Isad, where are we going?"

Issad said as he walked:

"You can't just listen to Salman's words, as a newspaper, although the core of the report and visit is to attract people's attention, the truth I uphold is also essential, so multiple verifications can avoid the one-sidedness of the report. ”

"Mr. Salman, however, said that he had been arranged for him by the police department to come to the newspaper office," Roddy remembers Salman did.

"Hehe, that's what Salman himself said, isn't it?"

Roddy was slightly stunned.

"A lot of people want their news to break or interview commissions to get attention and always make up a lot of reasons, and we. Isad pointed at himself and then at Roddy.

"And we have to be notarized. ”

"Yes, Mr. Isad, you are truly an admirable editor. ”

Roddy sighed sincerely, although he still doesn't know what kind of standard notarization belongs to this job, but judging from Issad's attitude, he has followed a good enough and vigorous boss, of course, if the office can be neat and tidy, Roddy will definitely be more admired.

However, capable people are always accompanied by some small shortcomings, and Roddy can't help but think of Dai, she always has a straight face, and she looks like no one is close.

Isad and Roddy hired a carriage and soon arrived at the destination of the trip, the University of History and Grammar in the upper district of Kotar.

According to Salman's clues, his son, Horn, is a sophomore in the history department here.

It wasn't his first time in contact with universities, and he was a college student when he was on Earth, so he didn't care much about the various students along the way, but the architectural style and humanistic atmosphere here made him very curious and surprised.

"It's like Hogwarts. ”

Roddy couldn't help but sigh that he wouldn't be surprised if someone flew in front of him on a broomstick at this time.

"Go this way. Isad inquired about passers-by, determined the direction, and beckoned Roddy to go with him.

The destination is the back garden of the Department of History, which is directly connected to the Faculty Building of the Department of History, and is a favorite place for history students to spend their leisure time.

But now there's a mutilation there.

It can be seen that there are many police officers on duty here, and a cordon has been set up.

After Issad provided the corresponding newspaper documents, the two successfully crossed the cordon to the scene of the crime, and Roddy obtained the time of Horn's murder through the police officers on duty.

"Tuesday, just last night at seven o'clock. ”

Issad nodded, frowning at the exaggerated bloodstains in the courtyard, and when Roddy asked about the time of the crime, he also found a police officer who was dealing with the bloodstains.

"It was a horrific scene, the killer killed Horn in the garden and then dismembered and threw his head into the corridor, and it was a student passing by the corridor who called the police. ”

The police officer recounted as he recounted what it was like to see the crime scene for the first time.

But because the body was contained, there was nothing but blood, which made Isad slightly disappointed.

"You might want to consult with Detective Morabi. ”

"Morabi?", Issad apparently did not know the person, so he was a little confused.

"Yes sir, Detective Morabi may have found enough clues. ”

"But we don't know the detective's contact information?"

The officer smiled slightly, as if he had known this would happen, and skillfully took out a blank piece of paper from his coat pocket, on which an address was written.

"This is the address of Detective Morabi. ”

Issad took it and thanked him, and Roddy glanced at it, which said 11-2 Black Willow Street, not far from his residence, only three buildings apart.

"You're a very attentive policeman, and if I can get any useful clues, I don't think I'll be stingy to include your name in the report. ”

"Thank you!" the police officer looked happy, and hurriedly stepped forward and said excitedly:

"My name is Coleman, and I'm new to the job, but I'm definitely going to be a qualified police officer!"

Isad laughed back to some of the official accounts and left the University of History and Grammar with Roddy, intending to visit the detective named Morrabi over lunch.