Having returned from the basent to the first floor, Miss Mapple unsurprisingly went back up to the second floor to continue her work.
She was the only one on duty in the human resources departnt of the Investigation Bureau.
The intensity of the work was certainly high.
At least since Ronald had joined, he had never seen this female investigator go ho to rest or arrive for her shift.
——She had never left the headquarters of the Investigation Bureau.
Two indifferent hours later.
"And~~"
Leaning on the counter, he supported his body with the desk.
Ronald yawned again, embarrassingly.
The newly acquired ’lie detector’ spell was useful, but for now, it seed just so-so.
In the empty investigators’ lobby, not even a ghost of a figure could be seen.
Even if he wanted to test it out, he couldn’t find a target.
Looking up slightly, Ronald glanced at the small pocket above the lobby.
The warm heating device hanging from the beam provoked a comfortable drowsiness that seed to burrow into his brain.
It was a pity that such a secret heating facility couldn’t be popularized.
Otherwise, in this world, there would be no room for the developnt of heating devices.
Click——
As Ronald’s thoughts andered aimlessly, the main door of the Investigation Bureau suddenly opened from outside.
Two n wearing black coats entered from outside.
Their brows were furrowed, and their hurried figures clearly indicated that they were two investigators busy with their work.
Entering the lobby of the Investigation Bureau, the two n removed their hats and tucked them under their arms, then they both looked around the lobby.
When they saw the newly stationed Ronald, they nodded at him amiably.
Then...
Without saying a word, the two n walked towards the back of the Investigation Bureau.
With decisive and brisk steps, not a hint of hesitation could be heard.
"..."
Watching the two investigators leave through the hall, Ronald’s expression was sowhat dazed.
The reception work at the Investigation Bureau was just like this.
Investigators already employed at the bureau were familiar with headquarters and wouldn’t waste ti at the reception.
And those who were not familiar, generally wouldn’t co here.
According to Miss Nicole’s friendly advice:
In this job, simply pay attention to any ordinary people who might accidentally co in, and then just send those ordinary people away.
"..."
Ronald reached up to scratch his head, and then his gaze wandered back to the ceiling.
Honestly, he now felt the urge to take out the "Divine Cody."
Not because he wanted to make big news like a ’Blenheim Investigation Bureau Headquarters Explosion’ or anything.
But in such a monotonous environnt, reading books could at least serve as a distraction.
Just standing there by himself was really too boring!
"..."
"Three people have already died?"
"This isn’t a joke, let’s move quickly."
"Mr. Willard, we’ve called a carriage that’s waiting right outside the door, let’s head straight out and get in."
Just then, the voices of several n discussing ca from behind the first floor.
Because the headquarters of the Investigation Bureau was so quiet, their conversation even penetrated Ronald’s warm ears with clarity.
Listening in... it sounded like they were discussing a case involving deaths?
Listening attentively, the voices of the n discussing grew increasingly clear.
Tap, tap, tap——
The sound of footsteps followed.
With the footsteps and the discussion drawing closer, the two n who had just entered not long ago, followed by a man with a stern face, erged.
Without stopping for a mont, the three of them were about to leave the Investigation Bureau.
"Hmm...?"
However, just before leaving, the dignified man leading the group stopped in his tracks.
He abruptly turned to look at Ronald, gave him a careful once-over to confirm that he was a new face, and without a second’s hesitation, he began to give orders,
"New lad, rember this."
"If soone asks you if Willard Owen has been seen at the Blenheim Investigation Bureau these past few days, you tell them this."
"Today, I, along with George and Hajins,"
"went to a small village called Sarephis, five miles outside the city."
"It involved a high-profile case relating to a human life."
"..."
Having said this, the man paused for a mont before continuing,
"And if I haven’t returned after a week, rember to report this matter to the chief."
"Let’s go."
He didn’t wait for Ronald’s response.
As soon as the words were spoken, under the implicit lead of the dignified man,
The three left the headquarters of the Investigation Bureau without looking back.
The mont the doors of the Investigation Bureau swung open, Ronald could see the already called for hire carriage parked outside.
"..."
Watching the direction in which the three disappeared,
Ronald thought for a mont, then took out pen and paper from the desk at the front and began calculating the ti in his mind.
"Frost Snow Moon... scratch that—"
"November 13th"
"George and Hajins returned to the Investigation Bureau, reported their work and were then led by Mr. Willard, heading toward Sarephis outside the city, five miles away, for a high-profile case relating to a human life."
Looking at his own scrawled writing, almost indecipherable and fit to be used as a code from another world,
Ronald chuckled softly, nodding in satisfaction.
"That wouldn’t count as shirking my duties now, would it?"
After putting away his notebook, Ronald began to survey the lobby out of sheer boredom.
The headquarters’ lobby was not that large, certainly no more than 200 square ters by estimation.
Other than the brick-and-wood structure that constituted the main part of the building, there were brackets for hanging oil lamps on the walls, which, if lit together, would surely make the lobby bright as day.
It’s already winter, after all.
On Blenheim Street, one could frequently see workers near the gas street lamps, installing the latest trend of electric street lights.
In a little while, the nights in this city would be guarded by electric lights.
Thinking of this, Ronald recalled his initial days after crossing over to this world, in a place called Yoiz.
That small village didn’t even have gas lamps.
"The difference is huge..."
Murmuring softly, Ronald, out of boredom, recited,
"Volu eleven, page two hundred sixty, entry six."
The lobby was unusually quiet, and there was no movent in front of Ronald.
The incantation had indeed taken effect.
But without any subject in front of him, he couldn’t experience the convenience this ability brought.
Then, Ronald walked around the front desk to the door.
He carefully opened the door of the Investigation Bureau, just a narrow sliver.
The winter sun struggled to peek through, casting a fine line on the floor of the lobby.
Standing right there, Ronald finally experienced the ability of a lie detector.
Through the crack in the door, he could focus his gaze on a passerby and vaguely sense several rhythmic vibrations. Based on the frequency of these vibrations, he could approximately discern the person’s current physiological state, and thus make a judgnt.
It really is the principle at work of a lie detector...
Having confird this ability gifted to him upon joining the Investigation Bureau, Ronald gently closed the door.
He leisurely strolled back to the front desk.
In his mind, he started thinking—
Maybe tomorrow on my way to work, I’ll buy a chair.
Standing all day is quite tiring...
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