Mystic Dominator

Discuss these things with Nicole.

Ronald was about to leave the investigation bureau and go home to rest like yesterday.

Come back tomorrow morning, and he will go to the so-called front-line work with this investigator girl.

However, as soon as the door was opened, Ronald froze on the spot.

Right in front of his eyes, a girl with platinum and beautiful hair stood at the door of the investigation bureau.

—It’s Patricia.

The line of sight moved slowly from top to bottom. As the two looked at each other, Ronald saw the envelope in the other's hand that was exactly the same as his own.

It was the envelope from when I was investigated by myself, and then the transfer notice came, and it looked like an exclusive letter belonging to the Investigation Bureau.

In the silent air, the two looked at each other for a few seconds.

This time, before Ronald could speak first, Patricia asked first:

"Ronald, have you also been summoned by the Bureau of Investigation?"

"Similar to you, but I came earlier."

Ronald pointed to the envelope in the girl's hand, and explained in a helpless tone:

"Early the next morning after returning from the train station, I received a transfer notice."

"As a person with little influence, of course I can only come here to work."

"That's it..."

After thinking for a few seconds, Patricia turned her head and whispered beside Ronald:

"You don't have to worry too much. The Bureau of Investigation is considered a formal organization, and generally there will be no outrageous actions."

"And next, we might become colleagues."

After all, it was at the gate of a special unit like the Bureau of Investigation, so it was impossible for the two of them to discuss the topic too deeply.

With just a few simple exchanges, the two ended the conversation.

After bidding farewell to Patricia, Ronald turned his head and left the headquarters of the Bureau of Investigation, and began to think about the significance of this incident in his heart.

Why was Patricia also invited?

After Ronald himself entered the field of vision of the Brenwich Bureau of Investigation, his various performances all the time vaguely proved that he was a low-level mysterious person who was relatively easy to control, so he was recruited by the Bureau of Investigation at this time.

—On the other hand, Patricia.

This guy definitely doesn't fit the bill.

Judging from the previous experience of the two of them escaping from the train station together, this girl is not the kind of character that is easy to be controlled by others.

What is the purpose of the Brenwich Investigation Bureau to send the invitation letter to this girl?

The amount of information available is simply not sufficient.

Ronald made a few conjectures at last, but still couldn't determine what kind of secret this matter was hiding.

Unconsciously.

Stepping on the streets where the snow has disappeared but the air is still moist.

Ronald strolled back to the pension door.

The sun had set a quarter of an hour ago, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets in the residential area.

Not far from the street, Ronald saw a scene that he could see after get off work these days.

The gas street lamps erected on both sides of the road are being lit up one by one by the city staff at this moment. Holding long wooden poles in their hands, they first pushed open the lampshade, and then lit the gas lamps with the kindling drawn from the wooden poles.

The movements are skilled and the progress is rapid.

Once lit, the top of the pole becomes a source of light at night.

The staff who brought the night lighting to Brunwich are obviously experienced and old employees.

The scene in front of him was a scene that Ronald rarely saw in movie theaters in the past.

To be honest, he thought it was quite interesting.

Standing there and staring at these workers for a few seconds, Ronald suddenly remembered the construction workers on Long Beach Street who were replacing electric street lights.

not long before,

The street where I live should also be completely replaced.

At least on the Brenwich side, these scenes will not be seen in the future.

And these staff who are responsible for lighting the lights every day, naturally...

Thinking of this, Ronald felt a little complicated.

After pondering for a few seconds, he took out the key and opened the door of the apartment and walked in.

"..."

"Ah, it's Ronald?"

As soon as he walked through the gate, the landlady who was knitting on a deck chair on the first floor saw him.

Watching Ronald return to the apartment, the lady didn't get up either.

She just nodded towards her visitor, her face as friendly as ever.

"Your lunch, I put it on the table in your living room."

"I've prepared some bacon tonight and they're delicious."

"Then I have to try it!"

"Thank you very much, ma'am."

Just as he was about to go upstairs, Ronald suddenly remembered something.

Stopping in his tracks, he looked back at the landlady, with a hint of apology on his face:

"Um, that Ms. Hudson."

The landlady blinked kindly:

"What's wrong?"

"I'm really sorry, I accidentally broke the umbrella you were going to have on the porch today, because it was too broken, and I couldn't bring it back."

"That... shall I pay for compensation?"

"well......"

There was a long tone in the surprised tone.

The landlady had a perplexed look on her face.

In her impression, Ronald is a tenant with a good temper and personality.

There was no reason for such a mild-mannered young man to break her umbrella on purpose.

The hands weaving did not stop.

The landlady thought for a while before continuing to speak:

"Mr. Ronald, I can understand that you didn't mean it."

"However, this is the public property of the apartment after all, and it needs to be replenished in time if it is damaged."

"How about..."

"When you go to and from get off work one day, stop by and buy an umbrella, and put it in the rain cabinet on the porch when you come back."

"I see."

Ronald simply accepted the proposal, while nodding again to apologize:

"I'm really sorry about this."

"It's okay, it's okay, who can live without accidents?"

This time the landlady stopped knitting and gave Ronald a consoling smile:

"When I was young, I actually lost everything."

"it does not matter."

After expressing his thanks one last time, Ronald went upstairs.

Back on the second floor, he took out his key and opened the door of his room.

As the landlady said, supper is being laid on the living room table tonight.

A toasted bread, a vegetable puree.

And a nice plate of bacon.

Walking over to sit on the chair, Ronald picked up the food and found that the baked bread was still warm.

Ms Hudson remembered when he left work last night.

Using this as a reference, I estimated the time today and prepared a suitable dinner warmly in front of Ronald.

I really care...

Silently forked a piece of bacon into his mouth, Ronald began to enjoy the dinner.

Just the same feeling as before.

It tastes great.