Ronald was about to leave the investigation bureau and go home to rest just like yesterday.
When he comes back tomorrow morning, he and the investigator girl will go to perform the so-called front-line work.
However, as soon as he opened the door, Ronald was stunned on the spot.
Right in front of him, a girl with beautiful platinum hair stood at the door of the Investigation Bureau.
——It’s Patricia.
His eyes moved slowly from top to bottom. As the two looked at each other, Ronald saw the envelope in the other person's hand that was exactly the same as his own.
It was the envelope from when I was under investigation and received a notice of transfer. 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 helplessly:
"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 to Ronald and whispered:
"You don't have to worry too much. The Investigation Bureau is a formal organization and generally won't do anything too outrageous."
"And we might become colleagues next time."
After all, they were at the gate of a special unit like the Investigation Bureau, and it was impossible for the two of them to discuss the topic too deeply.
After just a few simple exchanges, the two ended the conversation.
After bidding farewell to Patricia, Ronald turned around and left the Bureau of Investigation headquarters, and began to think about the significance of this incident.
Why was Patricia also invited?
After Ronald himself came into the sight of the Burrenwich Investigation Bureau, his various performances have vaguely proved that he is a low-level mysterious person who is relatively easy to control, which is why he was recruited by the Bureau at this time.
——Looking back at Patricia.
This guy definitely doesn't meet this requirement.
Judging from the previous experience of the two of them escaping from the train station together, this girl is not the kind of character who is easily controlled.
For what purpose did the Burrenwich Bureau of Investigation send the invitation letter to this girl?
The amount of information we have is really not enough.
Ronald finally made a few guesses, but still couldn't determine what kind of secret was hidden in this matter.
Unconsciously.
Walking on the streets where the snow and water have 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 every day after get off work these days.
The gas street lamps erected on both sides of the road are being lit one by one by the city staff in sequence. They hold long wooden poles in their hands, first push open the lampshades, and then use the fire pulled from the wooden poles to light the gas lamps one by one.
.
The movements are skillful and the progress is rapid.
Once lit, the top of the lamppost immediately becomes a light source providing illumination at night.
The staff who brought night lighting to Burrenwich were obviously experienced employees.
The scene in front of him was something that Ronald had rarely seen in movie theaters in the past.
To be honest, he thought it was quite interesting.
After standing there and watching these workers for a few seconds, Ronald suddenly remembered the construction workers replacing electric street lights on Long Beach Street.
Soon, the street where I live will be completely replaced.
At least here in Burrenwich, these scenes will never be seen again.
And these staff who are responsible for lighting the lights every day are naturally...
Thinking of this, Ronald felt a little complicated.
After thinking for a few seconds, he took out his keys, opened the apartment door and walked in.
"..."
"Ah, is it Ronald?"
As soon as he walked through the door, the landlady, who was sitting on a lounge chair on the first floor knitting, saw him.
Watching Ronald return to the apartment, the lady did not get up.
She just nodded towards her visitor, looking friendly as always.
"I put your lunch on the table in your living room."
"I prepared some bacon tonight. They taste really good."
"Then I want to try it!"
"Thank you very much, ma'am."
Just as he was about to go upstairs, Ronald suddenly remembered something.
He stopped and looked back at the landlady, with a hint of apology on his face:
"Uh, that Ms. Hudson."
The landlady winked kindly:
"What's wrong?"
"I'm really sorry. I accidentally broke the umbrella you prepared on the porch today. Because it was too damaged, I couldn't bring it back."
"Um...can I pay some compensation?"
"well......"
There was a long drawl in his tone of surprise.
The landlady had a confused expression on her face.
In her impression, Ronald was a visitor with a good temper and character.
There is no reason for such a gentle-tempered young person to deliberately break her umbrella.
The hand knitting did not stop.
The landlady thought for a moment before continuing:
"Mr. Ronald, I can understand that you didn't mean it."
"But after all, these are public items in the apartment. If they are damaged, they need to be replaced in time."
"How about this..."
"When you go to get off work one day, buy an umbrella on the way and put it in the rain cabinet on the porch when you come back."
"I see."
Ronald simply accepted the plan and nodded his apology again:
"I'm really sorry about this."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Who can live without some surprises?"
This time the landlady stopped knitting and gave Ronald a comforting smile:
"When I was young, I was actually quite careless."
"it does not matter."
After expressing his thanks one last time, Ronald walked upstairs.
Returning to the second floor, he took out his key and opened his door.
Just as the landlady said, today's dinner is on the table in the living room.
A piece of toasted bread and a piece of vegetable soup.
And a plate of bacon with nice color.
Walking over and sitting on the chair, Ronald picked up the food and found that the toasted bread was still warm.
Ms. Hudson remembered when he got off work last night.
Using this as a reference, I estimated the time today and prepared a suitable dinner warmly in front of Ronald.
So thoughtful...
Silently, he forked a piece of bacon and put it into his mouth, and Ronald began to enjoy his dinner.