Is it the investigators sent by the headquarters of the Springs Bureau of Investigation to support Bronwich?

In Ronald's mind, he instantly recalled what he had just read in the book.

As Arida once said.

- Where the number of human beings has reached a certain level, the [seeds] that possess knowledge must control the number.

This situation leads to a problem.

When an official organization like this encounters a shortage of manpower, they don't dare to ask for help from colleagues in other regions too presumptuously, because once the number of people who come to support increases, the number of [seeds] reaches a threshold.

It won't be long before the alienation of the world comes.

Even taking advantage of the gap before the alienation of the world and preparing a plan for the flexible movement of people is too dangerous for them.

In the next second, Ronald realized one more thing.

The man who took the lead in front of him among the five was Mr. Willard, whom he called......

Isn't that the same investigator who just left yesterday?

Ronald didn't bother to explain, he first carefully looked at the other party.

Unlike the investigative investigator in the Brenwich coat and wide hat, the man in front of him was dressed like a salesman in a suit and leather shoes. Although the wording was quite polite when he asked, the indifference in the depths of his eyes did not hide the meaning of tucking at all.

Flashing a formulaic smile at the investigator in front of him, Ronald nodded politely.

"Please wait a minute."

"I need to inform the bureau's administrators."

"Hurry up."

The frowning expression was impatient, but the guy nodded in agreement.

Immediately, Ronald reached under the counter and pulled a tab.

In less than half a minute, Ms. Marpel, who heard Ronald pull the bell, ran down the stairs.

When she went down the stairs and looked up to see someone coming.

Marpel's face changed.

There was silence for a few seconds before she continued:

"Spencer, why are you here?"

"Why can't I come?"

The male investigator at the head raised an eyebrow.

As for Ms. Marpel's unwelcoming attitude, this guy just asked a simple rhetorical question, and then asked the question more directly:

"After the situation in Brunwich was reported, we are here today on behalf of the Springs General Headquarters."

"Got it?"

"I'd like to talk to Willard now."

"Compared with you, who willingly degraded into the personnel department and did some boring things, we investigators who are struggling on the front line are companions with a common language."

“......”

Marpel was silent.

She stood there for nearly ten seconds with an ugly face, and she still didn't open her mouth to refute.

A few more breaths passed.

She moved, ready to turn and go to the back of the first floor to look for Willard.

As Spencer said, compared to himself as a civilian, Willard, who has been solving mysterious events on the scene in recent years, may be the best person to negotiate.

But at this moment, Ronald suddenly spoke:

"Miss Marpel, please wait a moment."

"Someone left you a note at the front desk before."

As he spoke, Ronald tore out the notes he had taken yesterday from under the counter, folded them in half, and handed them to Ms. Marpel.

Taking the piece of paper, Marpel immediately opened it and looked at it.

Although Ronald's handwriting was sloppy, she barely recognized the words on it.

“......”

- The eyes changed from doubtful to solemn;

- from solemnity to firmness;

- Finally, from firmness to the eyes of those who take responsibility.

"Thanks, Ronald."

Casually folding the piece of paper and stuffing it into his pocket, Marpel looked up at the man in front of him.

"Willard isn't here for now."

"Spencer, whether you want it or not, you'd better talk to me about it now."

"I know much more about Brenwich than you do."

Spencer immediately said in a perfunctory tone of dissatisfaction:

"You are a clerical, I have nothing to say to you......"

"How can there be nothing to say!"

This time, Marpel interrupted without waiting for the other party to finish.

She took a step forward domineeringly, and she also said in a bad tone:

"Now the Brunwich Bureau of Investigation, I am the general director."

"If you don't want to, you can go and talk to Hood."

"I remember you came this time and installed that thing called a radio here, it wasn't too much trouble, right?"

“......”

This time, it was Spencer's turn to be silent.

He did not respond to Marpel's cross-examination.

Weighing his personal feelings and the orders given by his superiors in the Investigation Bureau, he finally nodded with an ugly face.

"Alright, let's go up and talk."

"Ronald, you go here and take a look."

Throwing Ronald an encouraging look, Miss Marpel immediately took the five investigators from the Springs headquarters.

A group of people disappearing down the stairs was heard, and a muffled voice came from overhead.

Ronald scratched his head as usual, as if it had nothing to do with him, and he pulled out less than half of the book he had just read from under the cabinet.

- Let's keep reading.

Compared with the grievances and hatreds of the Investigation Bureau, it seems that reading books is more interesting.

He's Ronald, but he's a book lover!

Continuing to read the previous content, "Basic Occult Common Sense" did not help him much.

Aside from the previous understanding of the nature of the world and the existence of the original texts.

Most of the latter are the records of this warlock, who was hunted down by the church that year.

It was a time when occult knowledge was not exchanged, and information was scarce.

Solidarity in their faith and trained since childhood, the Secret Agents have formed a secret crusade called the Punisher, and their hunt on the Mystic Side is absolutely deadly.

Therefore, the rest of the content is basically to teach people how to avoid the pursuit of church people, as well as the skills to escape in extreme situations.

Flipping back about again, Ronald shook his head and put down the book.

As far as he knew, the current church had lost the momentum of the dark times when a wizard was caught and burned to death.

This was a time when royal power far trumped theocracy, and the church had evolved into a force under official rule.

The rest of "Basic Occult Knowledge".

It didn't work for him anymore.

Replaced with another book, "Recommended by Novice Investigators", Ronald began a new reading.

Then the first page of the opening chapter made him laugh out loud.

"Hahaha......."

"What is this?"

On the first page of the Beginner Investigator Recommendation, there is also a hint for the writer.

Here's what he wrote:

- Professional investigators who do not need to comply with any regulations.

- Only an idiot who died in a mysterious event would leave a last sentence of 'I did it according to the instructions written in the guide' when watching the marquee of life!