"April 30th. The plan was on the right track, and it was too easy for me to feel a sense of accomplishment. The excited gentlemen talked about the future in my living room for a long time, and I suspected that they would like to have a dinner party. Through my efforts, the goddess has a few more believers, which is gratifying. ”

Grandin added a page to his diary.

It's already the last night of April. The guests for the banquet had already left, and the house was now deserted compared to noon.

But both Cosette and Grandin enjoyed the quiet time.

Their dinner is oatmeal. At noon, the leftover ingredients were disposed of by the waiters, much to Cosette's distress.

During the evening, Cosette began to try her hand at writing, and Grandin pointed out several grammatical errors in her essay.

Before going to bed, Grandin added a sentence to his notebook in jerky Gufsak:

'Peace tonight, let the night be so.' ’

……

'Shocked! Sivelas field blatant bribery! ’

"Poof!"

Early in the morning, when Grandin saw the front page of the Beckland Post, he squirted all the tea out of his mouth in one go.

For a moment, he even began to wonder what new abilities he had developed.

Wiggins was stuffing the sandwich into his canvas bag, and he was startled by Grandin's action. After glancing at the newspaper, he suddenly realized:

"You need not be so surprised, sir. The Beckland Post would always over-exaggerate its headlines for the sake of sales. ”

Wiggins replaced the wet part with a clean newspaper and ran out like a whirlwind, and he still had several streets of newspapers to deliver.

His last explanation came from the doorway:

"The truth is that a superintendent was photographed by a reporter during a tryst with his lover. So the superintendent tried to gag the reporter's mouth with a gold pound. ”

Grandin looked through the newspaper and found that it was exactly what Wiggins had said.

"Obviously, this superintendent didn't have enough money."

As Cosette walked out of the kitchen with bacon, Grandin concluded.

The other two newspapers were much the same.

The headline in the Beckland Morning Post emphasized freedom of expression. The eyes of the Tassok newspaper were on the growing workers' strike movement.

Literature and current affairs take up a lot of space in the newspapers. There will always be two gangs of people who disagree and use the newspaper as a position and pull back and forth.

"The wave of these collisions of ideas will surely affect everyone."

Grandin sighed faintly, he had seen in the newspaper some paradoxical remarks from his previous life's thoughts, which made him feel familiar.

"Do you want some bacon, sir?" Cosette asked.

Grandin looked at the tempting slices of bacon and shook his head.

"No, it's hard to exercise if you eat too much."

The thought of the next one-on-one combat exercise with Bishop Rosen made Grandin's stomach twist and wrinkle.

By the time he rode in the carriage, he had read everything in three newspapers. In the endless reports of various reports, the incident at the Golden Pig Hotel has been ignored.

"Maybe after work, I can go to the National Police Department and ask about the progress of the case."

When he clocked in at the Beckland Wastewater Treatment Center, he found that Lorota was the only one in the office of the 'emergency team'.

"Ma'am, your smoky makeup is really good."

Grantin greeted with a smile.

The lady now has a decadent charm.

"I stayed up all night!" Lorota rolled her eyes, "Gran, if you don't know how to compliment the lady, you just have to compliment her on what she's wearing." ”

"Ma'am, what a nice calfskin boot you're wearing today."

Grandin is as good as a stream. After praising it, he realized that it was just the matching police boots in the inspector's uniform, so he quickly changed the topic and said:

"But I remember you just had a night vigil last Thursday? What about the captain and Borgia? ”

"I volunteered to work overtime with Borgia to spy on Charles' crumb." Lorota gritted her teeth and continued, word for word, "You can't believe it, he's ...... two nights in a row."

"All gone to the gold-encrusted roses?" Grandin finished speaking for her, and he was a little sympathetic to Lotrotta's plight, "It's too much for a lady to see this kind of picture. ”

"Humph! You're well informed, but I'm going to correct it, I'm going to leave halfway. Borgia lay on the roof and watched all night. ”

Is there something wrong with this squad?

Grandin senses that the members of the team have some special hobbies.

Lorota took a sip of coffee and said a little dejectedly:

"The captain has gone to raid the illegal herb shop that sells mummy powder, and he's going to help out with the third squad for the next few days. Borgia was also assigned other tasks...... For us, that's the end of it. The captain is right, without using extraordinary abilities, we are sometimes inferior to the police. ”

"Ma'am, this time you and the police are tied."

Grandin thought silently in his heart.

He stayed in his office for a while, and when it was about 7:50, he left for St. Samuel's Church to face today's physical training session.

With a heavy heart, he didn't hear Lorota's leave the newspaper! 's cries.

At noon he had a working meal at the Nightwatchman's quarters, which was very unpalatable, for his cheeks could not exert himself.

At about 4 p.m., he took a carriage to West Villas Field.

When he finds Inspector Kokuja at the busy National Police Agency, the inspector is reviewing an application for a large event.

The office smells of coffee and tobacco.

"Hello, Mr. Grandin. The cigarettes you gave me were really good, and they helped me get through a sleepless night. The inspector said hello, and then stamped the document again.

"I don't know where the superintendent came from......

He muttered, and only after processing another file did he look up and say, "Mr. Grandin is here to inquire about Charles's fraud?" ”

"Yes, Inspector. Is there any progress? ”

Grandin ignored the screams of the police next door as they interrogated the prisoner.

The Inspector took out a somewhat crumpled cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a leisurely puff before saying:

"It's difficult, our relationship with Fersak is very delicate, which limits our approach to the case. Coupled with the upcoming social season, our police force is seriously insufficient, and this case may drag on for a long time. ”

Not at all surprised by this result, Grandin went on to ask:

"Did Roger's mother receive the news of her son's death?"

"Because it is a joint investigation, there is no notice yet...... I couldn't make up my mind, and I didn't know if the lady would accept it. What do you think, Mr. Grandin? ”

The inspector flicked the ash of his cigarette and asked solemnly.

"I think it's okay to take it a little bit, at least to let the mother know why her son died."

Grandin said firmly.

A little later, the Queens Post Office.

"Sir, do you want to send a letter?"

"Yes, I have a letter to send to 37 Sycamore Road, Morton County. Please wait a minute, I'll write it out right away. ”

'Beauty blooming with bluebells, your busy son sends greetings in the office......

Grandin tried to imitate Roger's handwriting as much as possible.