Probably discussed these things with Nicole.

Ronald was ready to leave the Bureau of Investigation and go home to rest as he had done yesterday.

Come back early tomorrow morning, and he will go with this investigator girl to carry out those so-called front-line work.

However, as soon as the door was opened, Ronald was stunned on the spot.

Right in front of him, a young girl with beautiful white blonde hair stood at the door of the Investigation Bureau.

- It's Patricia.

The gaze slowly moved from top to bottom, and as the two looked at each other, Ronald saw the envelope in the other's hand that was exactly the same as his own.

It was the envelope when I was investigated and then sent a transfer notice, and it was the appearance of a letter belonging to the Investigation Bureau.

In the silent air, the two looked at each other for a few seconds.

This time, without waiting for Ronald to speak first, Patricia took the first step to ask:

"Ronald, you were also 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 in a somewhat helpless tone:

"Early the morning after I got back from the train station, I received a transfer notice."

"As a person who doesn't have much influence, of course I can only come here to work."

"That's ....."

After a few seconds of thought, Patricia turned her head to Ronald and whispered:

"You don't have to worry too much, the Investigation Bureau is a regular organization, and it generally doesn't behave too out of the ordinary."

"And then, maybe we're going to be colleagues."

After all, it was at the door of a special unit like the Investigation Bureau, and it was impossible for the two of them to discuss the topic too deeply.

With just a few simple words, the two ended the conversation.

Saying goodbye to Patricia, Ronald turned around and left the headquarters of the Bureau of Investigation, and began to think about the meaning of this matter.

Why was Patricia invited over?

After Ronald himself entered the field of vision of the Brenwich Investigation Bureau, his various performances have vaguely proved that he is a low-level mysterious person who is relatively easy to control, so he was recruited by the Investigation Bureau at this time.

- Patricia, on the other hand.

This guy definitely doesn't fit the bill.

Judging from the previous experience of the two of them escaping from the train station together, this girl is not the kind of character that is easy to be controlled.

What was the purpose of the Bronwich Bureau of Investigation in sending the invitation to this young girl?

The amount of information available is simply not sufficient.

Ronald made a few speculations in the end, but he still couldn't determine what kind of secret was hidden in this matter.

Unconsciously.

Walk on a street where the snow has disappeared, but the air is still moist.

Ronald strolled back to the door of the camper.

The sun had set a quarter of an hour earlier, and the streets on this side of the residential area were less and less crowded.

Not far from the street, Ronald saw a scene that he could see after work these days.

The gas street lamps erected on both sides of the road are being lit one by one by the municipal staff in order. Holding long wooden poles in their hands, they pushed open the lampshade and lit one gas lamp after another with the tinder drawn from the pole.

The movements are skillful and the progress is fast.

Once lit, the top of the lamppost becomes a light source that illuminates the night.

The staff who brought the night light to Brenwich were obviously experienced veterans.

This scene in front of him is a picture that Ronald rarely saw in the cinema in the past.

Honestly, he thought it was quite interesting.

Standing still and watching the workers for a few seconds, Ronald suddenly remembered the construction workers on Long Beach Street who replaced the electric street lights.

It won't be long before the street where I live should be completely replaced.

At least on Brunwich's side, these scenes will not be seen in the future.

And these staff who are responsible for lighting the lights every day are naturally ......

Thinking of this, Ronald had some mixed feelings in his heart.

He pondered for a few seconds before he took out the key and opened the apartment door and walked inside.

“......”

"Ah, it's Ronald?"

As soon as he walked through the door, the landlady, who was sitting on a chaise longue on the first floor knitting wool, saw him.

Watching Ronald return to the apartment, the lady didn't get up.

She just nodded to her visitor, as friendly as ever.

"Your lunch, I'll put it on the table in your living room."

"I've prepared some bacon tonight, and they taste great."

"Then I'm going to try it!"

"Thank you very much, ma'am."

Just as he was about to go upstairs, Ronald suddenly remembered something.

When he stopped, he looked back at the landlady with an apologetic look on his face:

"Well, that Miss Hudson."

The landlady winked kindly:

"What's wrong?"

"I'm really sorry, I accidentally broke the umbrella you were going to have on the porch today, because it was a bit too broken, and I couldn't bring it back."

"That...... Shall I pay for the compensation? ”

"Alas......"

A long note dragged in his tone of surprise.

The landlady had a confused look on her face.

In her mind, Ronald was a tenant with a good temper and personality.

There is no reason for such a mild-mannered young man to deliberately break her umbrella.

The hand weaving the yarn did not stop.

The landlady thought for a moment before she continued:

"Mr. Ronald, I can understand that you didn't mean to."

"But after all, this is a public item in the apartment, and if there is damage, it needs to be replenished in time."

"Otherwise......"

"When you commute to work one day, drop by and buy an umbrella and put it in the rain cabinet on the porch when you come back."

"I see."

Ronald simply accepted the plan, and at the same time nodded again and apologized:

"I'm so sorry about this."

"It's okay, it's okay, who in life can be without accidents?"

This time the landlady's hand knitting the wool stopped, and threw a reassuring smile at Ronald:

"When I was younger, I was actually lost."

"It's okay."

Finally, after one more thank-you, Ronald went upstairs.

Back on the second floor, he pulled out the key and opened his door.

As the landlady said, today's dinner is on the table in the living room.

One toasted bread, one vegetable soup.

and a plate of bacon with a nice colour.

Walking over and sitting in a chair, Ronald picked up the food and found that the toasted bread still had a temperature.

Ms. Hudson remembered when he left work last night.

With this as a reference, I estimated the right time to prepare the right dinner in front of Ronald today.

What a heart......

Silently picking up a piece of bacon and putting it in his mouth, Ronald began to enjoy the dinner.

It's the same feeling as before.

Tastes great.