Early the next morning.

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

Unlike before, today he didn't take the Shoreline Daily from the mailbox at the door.

Honestly-

The whole of Brenwich, except for the office building of the local consuls [Burren House].

It should be the most timely and accurate information that belongs to the Investigation Bureau's headquarters.

Except for those classified documents that were sent directly to the top of the Bureau of Investigation and identified as mysterious side events. For each news agency's new issue of the day, a sample will be sent to the front desk of the Investigation Bureau.

But for the Bureau of Investigation.

These things are only of general reference value.

Basically, in less than three days, someone will sort out the newspapers and send them to the database of the police station next door to put them down.

For Ronald, he thinks it's bad news.

Bronwich's journalism was of a mediocre standard, and he could spend almost two hours a day on all the newspapers combined, which was not enough for a full day's work.

Click-

Close the door to the apartment and walk out into the street.

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

He woke up this morning and didn't pay attention.

Specks of white fell from the sky, wetting the dusty ground of Brunwich.

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

The pedestrians who walked outside with Ronald were like him and ran out into the street alone, letting the snowflakes fall on their shoulders; There are also those who pay careful attention to the weather, holding an umbrella at the moment and walking on the side of the road in an orderly manner.

"It's snowing......"

Ronald muttered, then reached out to the outside of the eaves of the apartment's main door.

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

It was the first snow he had ever experienced in another world.

It's not big, but there's a bit of a fresh flavor in it.

“......”

Stunned, Ronald found one thing speechlessly.

His original canon turned out to be invalid.

"The Hammer of Rain and Mist" is really only able to prevent the damage of rain.

It doesn't matter if it's snowing!

“......”

Shaking his head helplessly, Ronald had the price of his coat in his mind.

Without hesitation, he turned back to the apartment, grabbed an umbrella near the porch, and was ready to go out.

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

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

"Okay, I got it."

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

"Mr. Ronald, would you like to have a hot soup before leaving?"

"Thanks, no need."

Politely replying to the other party, Ronaldella came to the door and left the apartment.

With an umbrella above his head, he walked down the street without hearing or feeling the snowflakes falling on the umbrella, and even if the dissolved water droplets accumulated in small amounts, it was difficult for them to drip down the umbrella bones in front of him.

Walking in the light snow, for some reason.

Ronald's mind drifted away.

In the past month or so of his life, he has learned a lot about this world.

The Grad is not only a country near the sea, but also in the mid-latitudes of the northern part of the planet.

After a while, the weather will get colder and colder.

In the seaside cities further north of Grad, you may still see the sea freeze after winter.

Ronald walked slowly down the street alone.

Surrounded by Brenwich's ordinary citizens, busy or laid-back.

After an hour had passed, he came to the Bureau of Investigation to the door.

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

Under the protection of the technique of expelling idlers, there is no trace of ordinary people's activities in the vicinity of the Investigation Bureau. Everything was quiet and steady, as if one night of time could not make any change in it.

Walking up the steps, Ronaldella opened the door to the Bureau of Investigation.

"Good morning!"

A shout belonging to a young girl rang out at the front desk.

As soon as the sound of the door opening entered the hall, Nicole, who was lying on the bed behind the front desk, jumped to her feet.

When I saw that the person who entered the gate was Ronald.

The investigator girl's expression fell and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's you, Ronald."

"yes, I'm at work."

Sticking his umbrella in the cabinet next to the door, Ronald shook off his clothes before walking to the front desk.

"Miss Nicole, how was your rest last night?"

"And~~"

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

"It's very comfortable."

"The Bureau of Investigation hall is a hundred times warmer than my goddamn rental house, and there's no inexplicable guy who would suddenly jump out and play with me."

"That's right!"

At this point, Nicole suddenly remembered something, and bent down to pull out a cup and toothbrush from the front cabinet.

"Ronald, wait for me first."

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

When the words landed, the investigator girl didn't wait for Ronald to agree, and ran to the back by herself.

This guy ......

It's really a good thing to bring.

Shaking his head, Ronald walked around to the back of the front desk and sat down on the bed as well.

When the palm of his hand is propped up on the bed, the warm futon transmits the warmth of the girl last night in the palm of his hand.

Like a live fish fried on a hot pan, Ronald jumped up in a hurry.

From the Shoreline Daily, the Grad Times, and the New Factory Daily on the shelves on the sidelines, Ronald picked out the Shoreline Daily, laid the pages flat in front of him, and then read them calmly.

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

[There was a fire in the treasury of the Golden Theater, the damage is unknown for the time being, and it is planned to be closed for a week! ] 】

[The warden said that he would punish the criminals who have been arrested since the beginning of winter.] 】

[In return for the enthusiastic participation of the general public, the exhibition of Virginia's private collection will be held again next year!] 】

......

"Ahh

Sighing, Ronald shook his head slightly.

In just a few days, the news on this column went from a piece of good news to a frequent incident.

From these contents, it can be seen that the mysterious incident that affected the whole city three days ago is still fermenting.

In the beginning, the most conspicuous major events, such as the Brenwich train station, have been handled by the Bureau of Investigation.

But even then, they can't really solve everything.

Not to mention some of the more hidden incidents, which they haven't had time to investigate yet.

The Bureau of Investigation is simply understaffed.

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