In an instant, all the hairs on Patton's body stood up.

Although he couldn't be sure that what he smelled was the smell of blood, his inspiration slightly different from ordinary people told him that this was the smell of blood.

Ferner encountered misfortune? Just like the archaeological team I was in at the time? No, there was no blood left on the envelope, how could it smell blood? After a brief, extreme fear, Patton stood up.

As an ordinary person, he has only one instinctive reaction when facing such a thing.

That's calling the police!

Just as Patton took the envelope and left the seat, he suddenly remembered something:

The "Ruen Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation" clearly stipulates what to do if a project encounters similar situations. If a project has a frightening or incomprehensible phenomenon, stop everything immediately and report to the "Compliance Department", and they are responsible for the follow-up.

Patton has always not quite understood why he wanted to go to the "Compliance Department". In his perception, this is a department that deals with the terms of handling the project and reviews whether there is any violation of the project, and has nothing to do with dealing with unknown dangers.

However, when the founder of the foundation, Miss Audrey Hall, did not make much changes when reviewing the internal code of work, she only added this one, so the senior officials were unwilling to argue with her about this.

Obviously, I would rather go to the security supervisor... Patton mumbled and walked out of the office, all the way to the "Compliance Department" at the end of the corridor.

Dongdongdongdongdong, he tried hard to calm down and knocked on the door three times with a gentlemanly demeanor.

"Please come in." A voice with no distinction came from it.

To be honest, Patton had little knowledge of colleagues in the "Compliance Department" and only knew that they were ruthless and acted quickly, and caught one internal borer after another that defrauded the foundation's funding.

Taking a deep breath, Patton twisted the handle and pushed open the door.

In his imagination, the "Compliance Department" should be working in an extremely dark environment. Everyone remained silent and whispered from time to time to determine the fate of a project and its person in charge. However, the first thing that caught his eye was the bright sunshine, brightly colored furnishings and atmospheric and bright layout.

"Is there anything?" An employee of the "Compliance Department" with black hair and brown eyes and no distinctive appearance came up.

He wore a heavy black tweed coat and didn't seem to be able to withstand the wet and cold winter climate of East Chester.

In addition, Patton noticed that the "Compliance Department" employee had a biased accent from Beckland, either born there or stayed there for a long time.

Not so indifferent, mechanical, difficult to get along with, and even makes people feel friendly... Patton flashed through similar thoughts and spoke quickly:

“It seems that something happened to one of our partners!

"The letter he sent was only an envelope, no content, and it also had a little bloody smell."

The "Compliance Department" employee had no expressions and nodded slightly:

"Take me a look at the envelope."

Patton immediately handed out a "letter" from archaeologist Ferner.

It was not until this time that he realized that he was a little rude just now and asked again:

"Sorry, what should I call you?"

The "Compliance Department" employee held the envelope into the sun, looked carefully, and replied casually:

"Pacheco Dawn, deputy director of the Compliance Department, a senior affairs lawyer, just call me Pacheco."

Without waiting for Patton to respond, Pacheco put down his arm and said with a serious expression:

“There is indeed some abnormality.

"A preliminary judgment is that the letter comes from the Clauve Hotel in the city, where I have lived for a while and knows they like to print lavender castle patterns on special envelopes and letter papers."

"Do you need to call the police?" Patton blurted out.

Pacheco shook his head:

"Not needed for the time being, let's go to the site to confirm the situation first.

"This requires some help from you, and I don't know that partner."

"...Okay, I'll go with you." Patton replied hesitantly.

After leaving the "Ruen Antiquities Collection and Protection Foundation", after boarding a taxi carriage, Patton saw that the scene was a little silent and seemed embarrassed, so he took the initiative to ask:

"Pacheco, are you a Becklander?"

"No." Pacheco shook his head, "I am from Mahae County, I just lived in Beckland for nearly fifteen years."

"Why did you leave Beckland? I heard that is the best city for lawyers to grow up." Patton chatted casually.

Pacheco smiled and said:

“But there is also competition.

"Well, just kidding, I was once a personal attorney and partner to steam-powered tycoon Franmy Cage, and later he invested in establishing Beckland Bike Company, and I started working as a legal counsel for the company."

Patton suddenly realized:

"Miss Audrey owns a large stake in this company, so did you know her?"

"Yes," Pacheco sighed, "In the previous war, Franmy died, and his industry was in dispute. As his friend, I helped his widow and children to gain a considerable share, and thus offended some people, which made my situation in Beckland difficult. Fortunately, at this time, Miss Audrey extended an olive branch and invited me to work in East Chester County, to work at the Foundation, and to serve as the deputy director of the Compliance Department."

Seeing that Pacheco even told him about such things, Patton felt more and more intimate.

He asked in a little confusion:

"Why is it targeting you? You just fulfilled the duties of a friend and lawyer.

"Those people should target Franmy Cage's widow and children."

Pacheco laughed at himself and said:

“I used some inappropriate methods.

"In addition, Franmy's widow and children are taken care of by other friends."

While chatting, the taxi cart arrived at the Clauve Hotel in the heart of Storn.

The location of this hotel is very good. The neighborhood is beautiful and very quiet. It only takes a ten-minute walk to reach the most prosperous streets in the city.

After entering the hotel and finding the boss, Pacheco asked directly:

"We'll find a friend named Vernar."

Through the previous chat, he has grasped the general situation of the goal.

The boss frowned in confusion:

"If I remember correctly, there should be no customer named Vernar."

When Patton heard this, he hurriedly added:

"He is a little taller than me, looks strong, his nose is always red, and his body often smells of alcohol..."

He described Vernal's appearance characteristics in detail.

The boss recalled and looked at the waiter next to him.

"There is such a guest." The waiter replied immediately, "He lives at No. 309."

Under the guidance of the waiter, Patton and Pacheco came to the outside of Fonnar's room and knocked on the wooden door.

The sound of dongdong dong echoed, and there was no movement inside.

Just as Patton was about to call the police again, Pacheco suddenly bent down and picked up a rub of white, gentle hair from the gap at the bottom of the door.

No, this is not hair, they are closer to the condensation of fog.

As Pacheco's fingers touched, they spread and merged into the surrounding air.

At the same time, Patton, who was a little bit different from ordinary people, vaguely heard a faint and faint male voice:

“Tamara…Tamara…”
Chapter completed!