About a quarter of an hour later.

Nicole ran back to the front desk with her glass of water and toothbrush.

And compared to when she left, she also added a pale yellow file bag under her arm, which seemed to contain only a few pages of documents.

"Get out of the way."

Ronald was reminded that the investigator girl did not plan to come in from the side.

Holding the front desk with one hand, she rolled over directly from above the counter.

A counter of more than one meter will not be an obstacle in any sense for Nicole.

Landing easily and standing firm.

First stuffed the toiletries in his hand into the cabinet at the front desk, and the investigator girl immediately rummaged around again.

The cabinet at the front desk, the corner of the floor, the futon on the bed.

It's like leaving something behind while sleeping.

Soon, Nicole found what she was looking for.

Beneath her crooked pillow, she pulled out a small, equally crumpled card.

The corners of her mouth hooked into a smug smile, and she smiled and handed the card to Ronald:

"Here, take it."

"What is this......"

Ronald curiously took the card handed over by the other party.

The card was the size of a driver's license, and he saw that it read "Level 1 Borrowing Permissions".

"Borrowing privileges ......"

Ronald muttered, his eyes glancing at Nicole.

"Hey, hey."

The investigator girl gave a sly smile.

As friends do when they talk to each other, she bumps Ronald with her shoulder.

"I got your library card last night."

"Take this to the data warehouse on the second floor, you can find something that is not important, or entry-level, and take a look at it, just as a pastime."

Ronald raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a little surprised:

"Is that really no problem?"

"I'm just a temporary worker, and I'm going to look through the information of the Investigation Bureau, is this a bit overstepping?"

"Don't worry."

Nicole threw a 'you can rest assured' look:

"The first-level library card can only see some of the most basic files, which is a little better than the things in the police station next to it, and the books on the mysterious side are only at the level of entry.

"For me, the elite of the investigative elite, ......"

"Hey~~ It's just a drizzle!"

After explaining the role of the library card, Nicole reached out and touched Ronald's head.

Standing up, the investigator girl staggered towards the gate of the Investigation Bureau.

Walking to the door, she looked at the umbrella cabinet at her feet.

"Lend me an umbrella and give it back to you when I change shifts at night!"

As she spoke, Nicole pulled the umbrella that Ronald had put in not long ago, pulled it out of the cabinet, and then simply pushed the door and left the bureau.

Just like Ronald knew.

Recently, the investigators of the Brunwich Bureau of Investigation have been very busy.

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Before you know it, it's close to noon.

Ronald has read all the newspapers next to him, and he has a general understanding of today's current affairs.

So......

Now do you go out for a bite to eat, or take your library card and investigate a few libraries to see the news?

"Let's have something to eat......

Without thinking too long, Ronald slipped his crumpled library card into his pocket and patted it, then counted a few narles and walked out.

It's because it's right next to the police station.

There are quite a few restaurants in the vicinity of the Investigation Bureau.

Ronald bought a random piece of pasta in a paper bag and returned to the Bureau of Investigation's headquarters.

Back and forth, the whole process doesn't even take more than 10 minutes.

Back at the back of the front desk, he was careful not to spill the juice on Nicole's bed.

This pasta ......

How to describe it?

The taste is on the sweet side, and the taste is acceptable.

Or as a piece of food sold on the street, it's worth its price.

But compared to the standard of the landlady, it is far from the standard.

About two-thirds of the food on hand was eaten, and Ronald felt like he was eight points full.

"Let's do it first."

Tearing a page from the notepad at the front desk and wiping his hands casually.

He turned around and walked to the second floor of the Bureau of Investigation, to the document warehouse that Nicole had in her mouth.

Walking up the stairs, the Bureau of Investigation is still sparsely staffed.

A few of the doors were not closed, but they could still hear someone inside talking in a hurried tone.

Without squinting, Ronald walked straight to the door of the penultimate room next to the window.

In the upper left corner of the door.

A metal plaque reads "Document Depository".

Ronald reached out and knocked on the door.

Bang Bang

"Please come in."

Hearing someone answer the door, Ronald twisted his hand and walked inside.

Once inside, Ronald looked around.

The light in this repository is noticeably darker than outside.

The database of the Brenwich Bureau of Mystery Investigation is much more spectacular than the previous train station.

As far as the eye can see, on the left are dense dossiers, lined with bookshelves next to each other; On the right, there is basically a volume that looks like a book.

Looking back from Ronald's position.

This division runs through the entire room, with rows of bookshelves connected end to end to the end, and if you go between any two bookshelves, you can go all the way to the end, and you can only go all the way to the end.

From the entrance, the connected bookshelves go straight to the wall at the end of the warehouse, even if they are used as partitions.

Consider it according to the size of the warehouse......

The amount of materials stored here is already more than that of a small roadside bookstore.

In front of Ronald, a gray-haired old man was sitting in a chair at the moment.

With his head resting on his arm raised slightly, he glanced at Ronald as he walked into the room.

"New here?"

"Yes, sir."

In response, Ronald handed over his library card at the same time.

After the old man took it, he just looked at it very simply, and said with great certainty without much confirmation:

"You're the newcomer introduced by Nicole's little girl."

"Okay, let's see."

Immediately, the old man raised his arm and gestured behind him:

"You can go through the corridor in the middle, and you can take the files and all kinds of books on the left and right sides to look at it, and it's no problem to take it down to the hall, as long as you don't leave the Investigation Bureau."

"Of course, you have to remember that it's only in the middle."

"I see."

Ronald didn't intend to explain to the old man that he was just a temporary worker, not a full-fledged newcomer.

Nodding his head around the old man, he stepped to the back.

Not to mention the intricate archives on the left, on the right side of his body, more than a thousand books fill the entire space, such as the Brenwich Almanac, the Illustrated Book of Vegetation Studies, the Complete Book of Noble Family Seals, and the Road Map of the Yoiz River.

Just like that, I walked past about half of the bookshelves.

Ronald's pace slowed down.

Because from here, titles such as "Recommended for Novice Investigators", "Basic Occult Knowledge", "Secret Garden Flowers", and "Secret Manual" gradually appeared on the shelves.

The content is not esoteric or confidential.

But this is also definitely the knowledge of the mysterious side.