"What's going on, how did these guys get here." Looking at what was happening on the street with the curtains lifted, Casaman's colleagues looked puzzled.

They don't understand why the Public Security Operations Unit of the Principality of Farol would suddenly move at nightfall today and surround the neighborhood where they are and start checking it up.

"We're exposed?" The dwarf from the northern parish asked suspiciously, "No, in order for our operation to be successful, it doesn't seem like we have been in peace in the last few days." ”

"No, it's not like it's exposed, if it were, they wouldn't search us like this, but would directly bring people to attack ......" A member of the human race who has been living in the local area refuted the dwarves' doubts: "It looks like a temporary inspection, targeting all rental houses, I saw the young man, he is inspecting the houses that are rented to outsiders." ”

"Inspection?" The dwarf lowered the curtain and turned to look at the human, "What do you mean?" ”

"Temporary inspection, since the Prince Marin came, he has implemented this method for us people, for the inspection of rental houses, you go to the basement quickly, if you see too many outsiders, they will definitely be suspicious." Standing in front of the open door, the human looked at the dwarf and said, "Where is the Master?" ”

"Upstairs, I'll take him and everyone down." The dwarf ran up as soon as he finished speaking, his tonnage walking on the floor, and there was an echo of a thump.

"Do you want me to open the floor, Shears." Casaman asked, looking at the fellow named Hills.

He nodded: "The entrance is in the middle of the corridor between the kitchen and the living room, you go over, turn the wall lamp on the wall to the left ninety degrees, and after taking people down, don't forget to reset the door." ”

"No problem." Casaman walked into the hallway, turned the wall lamp, and waited until the cover was taken away, revealing the steps that went down, and by this time the people on the second floor had already gone downstairs, and they walked down quickly, and no one was surprised by this routine official action.

"Casaman, come down too." The Sect Master was at the back, and he looked at Casaman and said.

"No, Shears, as a landlord, needs me to be present as a tenant, I can say that other companions have gone out to play, but in any case, there should be one person left, at least I am more skilled in dealing with them, and I need to maintain my character, I am a painter now, and a painter who is creating should not leave his country." Casaman rejected the kindness of his tutor.

"Then be careful yourself." The sect leader didn't say much, and he turned his head and walked down the steps.

Casamane replied to the cover and walked out of the hallway.

"You must be crazy, Casaman, and you're not really a painter." Shears frowned as he looked at his colleague in front of him.

Casaman smiled: "To be honest, I have a knack for dealing with these guys, and besides, no matter what, as your tenant, I shouldn't always have an alibi, otherwise it will be fun if someone is mistaken for a spy from another country." ”

“…… Whatever you want, in short, don't mess around. Hills was silent for a moment, then smiled - it was a very famous joke that one of their sect's safe houses in the Northern Kingdom was destroyed because of this unfortunate situation, and as the head of the safe house, the painter was always not at home, and was eventually captured by the Ministry of State Security of the Northern Kingdom as a spy for another country.

"I'm more measured than you in this matter." At this, Casaman raised his eyebrows, and in his sight, the young man in the black uniform of the Public Security Operations Department walked over with a giant.

"Why did he take a giant?" Shears expressed some confusion.

"Maybe it's the same as those rich people who like to take a big dog out of the house." Casaman smiled disappretently.

His analogy pleased Hills with a smile and nodded: "Your explanation is very interesting, worthy of a city man who lived in Regensburg." ”

"Ha, don't mention Regensburg, if I hadn't run fast, I'd have died there, damn Sidney Public Safety...... It seems that the Duchy of Farol is copying this set, and it is some damn thing, but it's a good thing. Casaman said.

"Why do you say that?" Hills asked, showing just the right amount of confusion on his face.

"If he really came to find trouble, he wouldn't have brought a giant over, they can fight, but if you want to do search work, it's not better to be a halfling, so I think this should be a novice, sent by their department to inspect the low-risk neighborhood, we are safe." Casaman muttered as he took off his hat to the young man and his big dog, "Good evening, sir, is there anything wrong?" ”

………………

Jack Reid, a newcomer to Farol's Public Safety Operations Division, was tasked with a major task today – to conduct a superficial inspection of several locations on a certain street.

This is almost certain that one of these locations must be problematic within the Operations Department, but in order not to startle the snake, a new person will be put in charge, and in the same way, Jack has been ordered to complete the inspection without incident.

In other words, don't have an accident, even if you see something, you don't see it.

So Jack finally called one of the giants of the action team as his assistant, these big guys raided the house and cut down a few people, but you have to ask them to inspect the house and find something, that's not what the giants should do.

To put it mildly, a halfling would work better than a giant, at least they would be able to spot some details faster and better, rather than a race like the giants who didn't care about the details at all.

So, Jack strives to turn himself into a complete newcomer - the kind of careless ghost who doesn't know how to patrol at all and carries a giant.

The first family lived a family of three, a Neapolitan father who had acquired the dwelling as a designer of the sewers in the new town, his wife was beautiful, and his son was very lovely, and Jack looked at his ugly face and tried to make himself smile more naturally.

After checking his papers, Jack naturally didn't go to discuss cutting-edge scientific issues such as paternity and genetics with him, and left with his giant assistant after saying that it was no problem.

The giant didn't notice anything at all, instead he was holding a small notebook and writing something.

Jack glanced at the small notebook - Inspector Jack Reed was very careful and meticulous.

Please, big brother in every sense, do you really think I'm serious about doing things? Hurry up and apologize for the word serious.

The second family is a family of five, the father is from Regensburg, a member of the Sidney Union, and the certificate says that he is the work supervisor brought by Prince Marin from Regensburg, and he is responsible for supervising the construction of the new city on weekdays, and has one day off a week, which is good.

He's a damn newcomer to the job, every day of the week, every day 007.

This 007 was blurted out by Prince Marin after hearing about their working environment during a visit to their department.

Three numbers, all the way.

"Sir, there is nothing wrong with your papers." Jack handed the papers back to the man, trying not to look at his big-bellied wife and three struggling daughters.

"That's good, speaking of which, do the guys next door to me want to inspect, they make a lot of trouble every day, for fear that someone on this street will sleep earlier than them, it's really troublesome."

"Well, we're visiting a rental house today, they're students at the local art college, but I can refer your complaint to the policing department."

"Thank you then, young man."

After some unceremonious and polite courtesies, Jack and his assistant went to the third house.

The record says that this is a family of two old people, and it is the old woman who opened the door, and when she noticed the uniform on Jack's body, she immediately became interested: "It's the inspector, I tell you, those art students across the road are really a headache, these guys make some strange screams every day at night, my husband asked them, and they told him that they were singing, and if they call them singing, then I have to say that art is crying." ”

"Got it, you and your husband, my records say you came from the Northern Kingdom?" The old woman was well-dressed, she looked spiritual, her body was tough, and she looked like she should have a transcendent person with a sequence.

"Yes, the south is suitable for old people like us, the children are in the northern kingdom, and we can't stand the cold, originally we wanted to be in Fort Carter, but that ghost place is similar to our north, sometimes even colder than our north." The old woman spoke as fast as the latest musket, and at such an age and with such a nimble mind, Jack trusted his own judgment all the more.

The record says...... Are you singers? He glanced at the entry on the record.

"Of course, because of this, my husband and I feel that those little ghosts are completely failures of education, and we can tolerate their ghosts crying wolf, but they must not tarnish the art." After the old woman finished speaking, she gave way to the door, allowing Jack to see the old man sitting in the living room greeting them, and the various trophies in that living room: "Until we retired, we were all the best lead singers in the best opera troupe in the Northern Kingdom. ”

After speaking, the old woman pointed behind Jack: "Look at it." ”

Jack turned his head and saw ...... coming out of the opposite side The so-called art students.

Terrible curly hair, tattered cloak, and a mask that covers the upper half of the face.

And the terrible arm guards with inexplicable crosses and leather boots with belts.

"Lately they've gotten hooked on masquerade parties, and they'll play late and come back singing really bad songs, and I'm really hard pressed to call them songs that are out of tune." The old woman sighed at this: "I know that it is indeed too much for me to mention this with an inspector like you, but please be sure to let the law and order department talk to them, and if there is a problem, it is better to strangle the problem in the cradle." ”

Then the old woman stretched out her left hand and shook it vigorously in the void.

Jack nodded solemnly—for the sake of whatever, the old lady's right hand took out the Church of Justice honorary service badge was terrifying, who were she and her husband, the lead singer of the opera troupe, or the commando members of the Church of Justice fighting to retirement.

Leaving under the watchful eye of the old woman, Jack glanced at the record on his watch.

Well, the new target landlord is Hills-Clinton, a native who rented the house to a painter from Regensburg, who also has a few friends...... Nothing else seems to be a problem.

The door was still open, and Mr. Cassaman, who looked like him, took off his hat and said, "Good evening, sir, is there anything wrong?" ”

"Good evening, sir, you look like a Sidney." Jack handed the record to his assistant, and then took the document handed by the other gentleman: "Good evening, Mr. Hills Clinton, why are you here." ”

"Collecting rent, you know, I have more than a dozen properties, and I have to take a few days out every month to get rent, otherwise I'll die of boredom." Mr. Hills was a well-dressed gentleman, a decent gentleman, and the records say that he had sixteen properties for rent, and that he had two farmsteads in his hands, and that he had just put a large sum of money into Prince Marin's project to develop a new farm in the south of the country, and that he was a very wealthy gentleman.

His sentence was bored to death, which made Jack cry in his heart - everyone is a young man of the same age, why is there such a huge gap, he is 007 every day, and this gentleman chooses to collect rent in order not to be bored to death.

"Mr. Casaman, do you have any new works lately?" While crying in his heart, he still had to continue to work, and Jack did the standard inquiry.

"Of course, you see." The gentleman, Casaman, stepped aside from the door, and here Jack saw the half-painted painting.

I have to say that even if he is an art idiot, Jack can see a ** lady in the picture, she is lying on a chaise longue with her back to the artist.

"I named her Lucy, a surviving person in the neighborhood who loved art." Mr. Cassaman seems to be reminiscing about this: "She was really, really passionate about art. ”

It's so good to be a painter, you can do other professions under the banner of art to do work that will definitely be beaten to death.

Jack once again asked in his heart if there was something wrong with his career choice, and at the same time smiled: "Confirmed, thank you for your honesty." ”

Jack shook hands with Mr. Casaman, then Mr. Sears, and then looked at Cassaman again, "By the way, do you have any other questions?" ”

"What?" The tenant and landlord asked in unison.

"Well, those guys diagonally across from you, two neighbors have complained about them, what about you." Jack pointed to the small building where the 'artists' lived.

"Uh......" Mr. Casaman was silent for a moment, then laughed, "Is it those kids, what's wrong." ”

"They complained that these young people were disturbing their lives by the noise." Jack looked at Mr. Casaman and said, "Do you have such a problem?" ”

"No, I think they sing pretty well." The Mr. Casaman smiled and shook his head.

"Is that so?" Jack instinctively wondered what was going on.

"Yes, because I think they sing better than I do." The painter from Regensburg replied with a serious nod on his face.

Jack took a deep breath, "That bothers you. ”

Sing better than you? Jack felt like he understood why this painter was a painter.

People always have limits, and if they have talents that are beyond normal in some areas, they will definitely compensate for them in others.

So, leaving the house, Jack reached out from his assistant for the clipboard.

The night is still long, and there is still a lot of work to do, Jack asked himself.

In this world, is there a distant relative like him, surnamed Reed, who has no family, and is about to die, so that he doesn't have to work hard.