Mystic Dominator

Early the next morning.

Ronald said goodbye to Ms. Hudson and left the pension where he lived.

What was different from before was that today he did not take away the "Coastline Daily" from the mailbox at the door.

Speak the truth--

The entire Brenwich, except for the office building [Burren Mansion] where the local consul handles official business.

It should be the most timely and accurate information from the Bureau of Investigation headquarters.

Except for those confidential documents that were directly sent to the top of the investigation bureau and determined to be mysterious incidents. A sample of each news agency's new newspapers that day will be sent to the front desk of the Bureau of Investigation.

But for the Bureau of Investigation.

These things have only a general level of reference value.

Basically, in no more than three days, someone would organize these newspapers and send them to the database of the police station next door to put them down.

For Ronald, he felt that this was bad news.

The journalism industry in Brunwich is only average. He can kill the total number of newspapers every day in about two hours, which is not enough to cope with a full day's work.

Click——

Close the door of the apartment and get out on the street.

Looking at the scenery on the street outside the door, Ronald froze for a moment.

He didn't pay attention when he got up this morning.

At this moment, dots of white fell from the sky, dampening the dusty ground in Brenwich.

The whole street became fresh as if it had been lightly rained.

Among the pedestrians walking outside with Ronald, some of them ran to the street alone like him, letting the snowflakes fall on their shoulders; there were also those who paid attention to the weather, holding umbrellas and walking methodically by the side of the road.

"It's snowing..."

Ronald murmured, then reached out to the outside of the eaves of the apartment door.

The cold snowflakes are small and thin, and when they fall on the hands, they are warmed into water droplets by the temperature of the skin in the blink of an eye, leaving a little water stain.

This was the first snow he experienced in another world.

Although it is not big, it also has a little fresh taste in it.

"..."

After being stunned for a while, Ronald found something speechless.

His original code was invalid.

The "God's Hammer of Rain and Mist" really can only prevent the damage of rain.

It doesn't care if it snows!

"..."

Shaking his head helplessly, the price of his coat appeared in Ronald's mind.

Turning his head back to the apartment without hesitation, he took an umbrella near the porch before going out.

Before closing the door and leaving, Ronald shouted back as if remembering something.

"Ms. Hudson, it's snowing outside!"

"Okay, I know."

The voice of the landlady came immediately, and at the same time, she did not forget to greet Ronald:

"Mr. Ronald, would you like to drink some hot soup before leaving?"

"Thank you, no need."

Replying to the other party politely, Ronalda came to the door and left the apartment.

With the umbrella above his head, he couldn't hear or feel the snowflakes falling on the umbrella while walking on the street. Even if the dissolved water droplets accumulated in small quantities, it was difficult for him to drip down the umbrella ribs in front of him.

Walking in the light snow, I don't know why.

Ronald's thoughts gradually drifted away.

In this more than a month of life, he has learned a lot about this world.

The Grid where he was located was not only a country near the sea, but also located in the middle latitude zone in the northern part of the planet.

After a while, wait for the weather to get colder and colder.

In the seaside cities in the north of Grid, you may still be able to see the scene of the sea freezing after winter.

Ronald walked slowly on the street alone.

Surrounded by the busy or leisurely figures of ordinary citizens of Brunwich.

After an hour passed, he came to the investigation bureau to the door.

The situation here is exactly the same as when he left last night.

Under the protection of the art of expulsion of idlers, there are no traces of ordinary people's activities near the investigation bureau. Everything was quiet and stable, as if one night couldn't change it to any degree.

Walking up the steps, Ronalda opened the door of the Bureau of Investigation.

"Good morning!"

A girl's shout sounded in the foreground.

As soon as the sound of the door being opened came into the hall, Nicole, who was lying on the bed behind the front desk, jumped up suddenly.

After seeing that the person entering the gate was Ronald.

The investigator girl's expression collapsed and she let out a sigh of relief.

"It's you, Ronald."

"Yes, I'm coming to work."

Putting the umbrella in the umbrella cabinet by the door, Ronald shook his clothes before walking towards the front desk.

"Miss Nicole, how did you rest last night?"

"And~~"

Nicole covered her mouth and yawned lazily before stretching her waist and replying to Ronald:

"Extremely comfortable."

"The lobby of the Bureau of Investigation is a hundred times warmer than my damn rental house, and there will be no inexplicable guy who suddenly jumps out to kill me."

"correct!"

Speaking of this, Nicole suddenly remembered something, bent down and took out a cup and toothbrush from the cabinet at the front desk.

"Ronald, wait for me first."

"I'll go to the back bathroom to wash up and be right back."

When the voice fell, the investigator girl ran behind without waiting for Ronald to agree.

This guy……

The things are really quite complete.

Shaking his head, Ronald walked around behind the front desk and sat on the bed as well.

When the palms were propped on the bed, the warm bedding conveyed the girl's temperature last night to his palms.

Like a live fish frying on a hot pan, Ronald jumped up hastily.

From the "Coastline Daily", "Grid Times", and "New Factory Daily" on the shelf beside him, Ronald picked out "Coastline Daily" and laid the pages flat in front of him, then read it calmly .

[The gas pipeline on Baiyu Road exploded, and the city government personnel are urgently repairing it. Residents should pay attention to detour when passing by! 】

[The warehouse of the Golden Theater caught fire, the damage is temporarily unknown, and it is planned to close for a week! 】

[The warden stated that the criminals who have been arrested and brought to justice since the beginning of winter will be punished. 】

[In order to repay the enthusiastic participation of the general public, the Virginia Private Collection Exhibition will be held again next year in Double-sided Month! 】

 …

"well--"

Sighing, Ronald shook his head slightly.

In just a few days, the news on this column has directly changed from a piece of good news to frequent incidents.

From these contents, it can be seen that the mysterious incident that spread to the whole city three days ago, and its follow-up effects are still continuing to ferment.

For the most conspicuous events at the beginning, such as the Burenwich Railway Station, the Bureau of Investigation has dispatched personnel to deal with them.

But even so, they can't really solve all the problems.

Not to mention that there are still some relatively hidden incidents that they haven't had time to investigate yet.

The manpower of the Bureau of Investigation is really not enough.

In this world, uncontrolled mysterious forces are more troublesome than terrorist attacks...