Ronald stood at the front desk of the Investigation Bureau, scratching his right ankle with the instep of his left foot, and calmly reading the book he had just borrowed from the second floor.
What he experienced when he came to work at the Investigation Bureau today was probably similar to last night.
With Patricia helping to cover up, the people in the investigation bureau did not attribute the main credit for catching the cult warlock to themselves. They just followed common sense and Patricia's statement and concluded that Patricia was responsible for this.
Lord, Ronald assisted in victory.
So this morning, as long as Nicole came over and praised herself a few words, the matter was over.
There isn't even extra overtime pay.
As for why Ronald is standing at the front desk again...
It’s still a common question.
——The Bureau of Investigation is short of manpower.
Even law enforcement agencies launched a raid on the cult warlock last night.
But I have to admit that there are still powerful guys among this group of cult warlocks. They can even successfully kill the raiders of the Investigation Bureau and even escape from Burrenwich.
The number is extremely small, but it does exist.
The result of this kind of thing is that the next front-line work will be even busier.
Around noon, the investigators who attended the funeral of their colleague returned to the investigation bureau.
Ronald doesn't have this kind of free time to read leisurely.
"well......."
Thinking of this, Ronald couldn't help but sigh.
The world of extra work but no overtime pay is really unpalatable, especially when it squeezes your reading time.
This is the time to lament and read at the same time.
It lasted for over an hour this morning.
Just when Ronald thought the investigators were about to return, someone did arrive.
Snapped--
With an unscrupulous door push, the door to the first floor was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
There was no one in sight, and a dark thing was thrown in from outside.
"ha......!?"
Ronald had seen this posture in his previous life.
Relying on the physical fitness he had just acquired last night, he almost reflexively fell down behind the front desk, and along the way, he pulled Nicole's sheets over his head.
boom--
An explosion sounded close in front of him, and Ronald immediately heard crackling sounds from all over the hall.
Sizzling——
Immediately, the sheet covering the body above the head also made a corroding sound.
The sound of liquid splashing everywhere in the hall was clearly audible.
Ronald shook off the corroded sheets and stood up from behind the front desk.
Sizzling——
At a speed visible to the naked eye, the sheets that fell to the ground corroded and melted.
It soon turned into a puddle of black residue.
At the same time, Ronald also saw clearly the situation in the hall.
The door to the first floor of the Investigation Bureau has been closed, but the mess inside the Bureau cannot be seen on Long Beach Street.
But with a tattered corpse on the ground as the center, the rancid acid scattered everywhere. No matter the walls, floors, or the tables and chairs used for decoration in the hall, they were all damaged by this sudden attack.
Look.
"..."
Watching the scene in front of him silently, Ronald retracted his previous thoughts.
——Those cult warlocks are really ruthless.
The Bureau of Investigation launched a raid on them last night, and today they came to the Bureau of Investigation building to throw corpses and explode them.
They are worthy of the title of cult warlock.
But soon, Ronald no longer cared about sighing about these things.
Because he could clearly see that the door of the Investigation Bureau was also corroded by the acid from the attack.
Not long ago, he experienced what would happen if this door broke...
This is no time to continue standing guard at the front desk.
Bypassing the damaged front desk cabinet, Ronald planned to run directly to the second floor.
At this time, the engraver must be asked to repair the technique to prevent the existence of the Investigation Bureau from being discovered by outsiders.
However, as soon as he reached the stairs, Ronald stopped.
It's not that he doesn't want to go up.
Because there is nothing blocking the way from the lobby to the stairs.
The wooden steps leading to the second floor are now in tatters due to direct splashes of acid.
Just look at this staircase that is even more miserable than briquettes...
Ronald knew in his heart that it was better not to try it.
But in fact, he doesn't have to worry alone.
Just as Ronald was about to go around the back stairs to the second floor, the voices of other investigators came from above:
"Why did the stairs become like this?"
"What happened on the first floor?"
Ronald replied immediately:
"Someone just threw an explosive corpse in, and now the hall is in a mess."
"Let me inform Mr. Yakin that the door needs repairs!"
"..."
After hearing what Ronald said, the investigator upstairs did not react immediately.
After a few seconds, he continued to ask:
"Where are the enemies?"
"Aside from throwing a body in, they didn't do anything else?"
Ronald continued to answer:
"They just threw a body and no one else came in."
"..."
"You keep an eye on the hall first, and I'll call someone over."
"no problem."
After asking and answering questions, someone will naturally notify the engraver.
Ronald also returned to the front desk.
Immediately, the dark original text appeared in the cuffs, and Ronald read in a voice so low that only he could hear:
"Its name is Styx,
The black water flows down to the foot of the dark and steep cliff.
I stopped and stared attentively,
Seeing the swamp full of people, covered with mud,
They were all naked, as if they were still angry..."
Black mist of anger condensed in his hands.
Ronald recalled the original text and immediately became alert to the surrounding situation.
Although the cult warlock seems to have just thrown a corpse bomb in, there is no guarantee that the opponent will not come back and attack again.
At this moment, an investigator also came out from behind the first floor.
"What's going on here? There's such a big fuss..."
"movement......"
Looking at the miserable scene in the hall, the anger in his mouth gradually turned into doubt.
Turn your attention to Ronald.
Without the other party asking questions, Ronald explained first:
"Someone suddenly threw an exploding corpse into the hall just now, and that's it."
The investigator on the first floor was quite straightforward. He simply continued to ask:
"Where's the magic spell at the door?"
"I just told the people on the second floor that Mr. Yakin will be down in a moment."
"..."
"well--"
The investigator sighed melancholy and walked towards the hall.
"Let's watch the scene first..."
Boom——!
At this moment, a loud noise came from behind.
Ronald turned around quickly, and a scene of smoke and dust came into view.
It's very simple, the second floor of the hall collapsed.
The acid that exploded just now had no reason to let go of the ceiling above our heads.
When these liquids corroded and dissolved the ceiling beams, the second floor, which could not bear the weight, naturally fell down——