People walk through rows of mahogany bookshelves, pick out their favorite books, and then carry them to a long central table to flip through them. Of course, there are also people who will go straight to the counter to complete the borrowing process.

In the silence, only the rustle of pages turning and the tip of a pen sliding on the paper.

This is the second floor of the Pelos Library.

Unlike the first floor, only the outstanding professionals of the Pylos are eligible to enter this place.

"Catherine!"

The sudden sound of a person disturbed the crowd who were reading.

Silence is the first rule of the library.

There may be occasional noise on the first level, but in the second level, a group of only elites, orderliness is their basic quality.

So everyone began to look for the order breaker from the bottom of their heads, and looked forward to seeing what kind of unique face he would wear.

Among them, a fat guy used his right hand to move the frame of his glasses from the bridge of his nose down a finger knuckle distance, revealing two deep, grayish eyeballs. And turned his head in the direction of the source of the sound.

He was surprised to find that the voice was coming from the administrator's room in the southeast corner of the second floor.

......

Administrator's room.

"Quiet, Mr. Inspector, there needs to be silence here!"

Marat, the librarian, shouted to Eric.

In fact, his voice was better than Eric's.

“... I'm sorry. But—" Eric apologized, but his excitement could not be calmed.

Catherine lowered her head, looking like she knew she was going to be reprimanded.

I saw a teacup and a refreshment on the staff table next to me. And between the teacup and the refreshment, there is a book there. Approaching, Eric saw the titles of the book: "Selected Abstract Paintings" and "Analysis of Selected Abstract Paintings".

"You're having a reading party?"

Eric raised an eyebrow at Catherine. It wasn't teasing, it was a tremor of anger.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Catherine couldn't say anything other than apologize.

Eric glared at Marat, knowing that the tea and refreshments were prepared by this guy.

Marat's gaze dodged.

Eric didn't want to bother with him too much, so he asked Catherine again: "You let this Mr. Marat waste his working time helping you read the Picture Book, and you read the Interpretation accordingly?"

In general, no outsiders are allowed to participate in the police station's investigations.

"No... I read the Atlas......," Catherine replied cautiously, "and then Mr. Marat explained to me the analysis... After all, I don't know much about these works of art. ”

At this point, Eric had nothing to say to Catherine. She didn't just involve outsiders in the investigation, she made them dominant.

The average police officer can't do that.

It's clear that Mara is blatantly courting Catherine and naturally needs more opportunities to talk to her. So he arranged everything so that Catherine could comfortably enjoy her leisurely time with him.

What an attentive man.

Eric could have imagined the two of them sipping tea, eating refreshments, leisurely flipping through the pages, and conversing.

"I just want to know, how many books have you investigated in this way?"

Hearing Eric's question, Catherine struggled to hold out four fingers.

Oh?

I researched four books in two days, and sure enough, it was a leisurely tea party.

Eric's smile grew deeper.

Catherine grew creepy.

......

Two hours later.

Rustling rustling rustling ......

Catherine and Marat's eyeballs almost flew out.

I saw Eric sitting at the long table, holding a book in each hand and flipping through it quickly. After about a few tens of seconds, he closed both books at the same time.

Then, after pushing the two books to his right, he took two more out of the mountain of books on the left. Adjust your posture and continue to flip up.

At this point, Eric had hundreds of books stacked on his right.

“... Sir," Catherine finally spoke, "do you really read the words?"

"Why do you need to read those words clearly?"

Eric's answer once again made Catherine unable to think. However, the inspector apparently understood this, and patiently explained to the foolish subordinate.

"I don't need to read them clearly, I just need to make sure that each page has the relevant information we want – "Medellin" and "Dream Series". ”

As he spoke, Eric pushed the book in his hand to the right and picked up a new book to demonstrate to Catherine.

"Start by looking at the table of contents of a book, and what page numbers you need to pay attention to when key information comes in. And if you don't find what you're looking for, you can speed it up when you flip through the rest of the sections. But you have to adjust your eyes to be sensitive only to critical information. This way, you don't miss the parts where these words happen by chance.

This is a basic skill for sifting through valid information, and you need to learn it. Remember, don't talk over tea and do a thorough investigation word by word. ”

Catherine nodded understandingly.

Eric didn't expect her to figure it out anytime soon.

At that moment, Marat opened the door to the administrator's room from the outside and walked in with a cart. It was full of books.

"Mr. Inspector, this is a collection of reviews of paintings from the last two centuries you wanted. ”

The grief on the Administrator's face didn't escape Eric's eyes. But that's completely understandable. Drinking tea and chatting with beautiful women or helping the detective do coolies, which is more pleasant is obvious.

"Please put it here. Eric gestured to the left pile of unread books.

Then he turned to Catherine and said, "Well, you've seen my method of investigation too. Please keep it in mind, now you need to help Mr. Marat go to the first floor to collect all the books that mention Medellín. ”

At this time, the books related to the art classification in the second floor have been collected. The troubadours, folk tales, and quotations of the sages on the first floor are the scope of the next investigation. After all, the likelihood of Medellín's name appearing in it is much higher than in the art area.

Marat's face flushed, and he looked like he was about to burst. That's almost a week's worth of work.