It's really unstoppable.

Not to mention waiting for the engraver to come over to repair the technique, the second floor of the front desk fell down, and it collapsed into ruins with the gate.

A good building just reveals a gap in a large area.

If it weren't for the special treatment of the building in the headquarters of the Investigation Bureau, this level of damage would have caused the entire building to collapse!

At the same time, along with the loss of the ability to expel idlers from the front door.

This scene was also completely exposed on Long Beach Street.

But all the pedestrians who pass by here are shocked by this exaggerated scene.

It's right next to the National Police Agency.

The building actually collapsed?

Looking like a tofu scum project, the building of the Investigation Bureau collapsed with a gap, and it was impossible for anyone to ignore it.

“......”

In silence, Ronald looked at the investigator beside him.

These people who stayed in the headquarters obviously didn't expect such a thing to happen.

The Bureau of Investigation is just an unremarkable building from the outside.

But in fact, there are definitely a lot of protective techniques left inside, and the building materials have also been specially reinforced. To directly collapse a large area with such an exaggerated effect is basically whimsical.

The only explanation is that the other party has made corresponding preparations in advance.

The acid that erupted from the corpse that had just been detonated should have been specially treated for the Bureau's defenses.

Contact the investigator I met last night.

It seems that the preparation of these cult warlocks is not a matter of one day or two.

Of course, those who remain in the Bureau of Investigation are not completely helpless.

Faced with such a situation, it took less than a minute for someone to walk out of the back of the investigation bureau building and quietly enter the police station next door.

After about ten minutes, the two sides finished communicating.

The official open-faced forces appeared.

The police stationed at the National Police Agency were quickly dispatched and soon set up a cordon near the Bureau of Investigation building.

At the same time, guards are in place to prevent ordinary people or unscrupulous journalists from approaching.

Seeing this posture, ordinary people can only walk around.

It was almost another ten minutes before Ronald noticed a hurried figure walking in the distance.

- It's the investigator who left this morning.

In the morning, many people went to the cemetery in the suburbs to hold the funeral, and they were scheduled to return around this time.

Because he was on duty at the front desk, Ronald remembered that he was one of them.

As for why only one person came, it was actually very easy to explain.

As it stands, the return of investigators to the bureau with great fanfare will inevitably lead to attracting the attention of more ordinary people.

It would be better to send someone in to deliver the news.

The person who is now walking towards the headquarters should be in charge of this task.

Soon, the investigator managed to bypass the cordon and get to the side of the building.

With a gloomy look on his face, Ronald nodded straight into the dilapidated building.

The investigators acted very quickly.

After a few minutes of information transfer, almost all of the members who remained in the headquarters had their new tasks.

or in charge of guarding the broken front door, or guarding the more important materials or items in the bureau, or inspecting the damaged hall to study the details of the other party, except for the personnel who are not easy to leave the post in the database, there is no one in the entire building who is idle.

Even a temporary worker like Ronald.

I also got a job like 'go and notify Detective Swift and immediately go to the Bureau of Investigation to fake the scene'.

After packing up his belongings, Ronald officially got to work.

First go around to the back door of the Bureau of Investigation building.

In the early days of the explosion, there were already guards to guard against unidentified persons entering and leaving the Bureau building.

Immediately, Ronald stepped forward and said:

"Please open the door, I'll go out and run an errand."

The investigator guarding the back door looked at Ronald.

Confirming that the person in front of him was a companion who had worked at the front desk in the past two days, he naturally gave way to his position:

"Hurry up, be careful on the road."

"No problem."

Nodding to the investigator guarding the back door, Ronald held his hat steady before quietly leaving the building, which had become the focal point.

——

Swift Lewis.

Ronald had previously met and occasionally been in contact with famous detectives from Brenwich on the East Wind.

At the same time, in private, this detective is also a more famous existence on the mysterious side.

Due to the influence of his profession, Swift will often cooperate with the Bureau of Investigation or provide some help, so it makes sense that he would be invited over when something like today's happens.

Ronald had all the contact with Swift before.

Naturally, you know where the other party's studio is located.

More than half an hour later, Ronald walked a few blocks to a commercial street in Bronwich.

- 12 Ruby Street.

In front of him is a simple two-story building.

Like most detectives in detective fiction, the place where the detective works is also his residence, with the first floor used for office and the second floor for living.

In addition to himself, two of his assistants work together.

Walking forward, Ronald politely knocked on the door three times, in accordance with local custom.

Bang Bang

"Is Mr. Swift here?"

"Wait a minute."

A young voice rang out inside the door.

In a few breaths, the studio door opened from the inside.

Standing in front of Ronald was a young boy in a white shirt and suspender jeans, no older than twenty, and with an overcoat draped over him due to the increasingly cold weather in Bronwich.

Ronald knew the kid.

He was an apprentice under Swift's contracted contract named Carol.

Seeing Ronald standing in front of the door, Carol left the way to get out of the way into the studio:

"Mr. Ronald?"

"Why are you here today, is there anything to find Mr.?"

Ronald shook his head and didn't walk in.

"I'm in a hurry with Swift, is it convenient for him now?"

Hearing Ronald's hurried tone, Carol scratched her chin with a somewhat troubled face:

"The ......"

"Mr. Swift left the studio early this morning."

"He just has a case involving an inheritance dispute to deal with."

“......”

"Did he tell when he would come back?"

"Nope." Carroll shook her head, "This kind of thing is often figured out to have someone notarized, and according to the past, Mr. Swift should be back very late." ”

Hearing this, Ronald could only continue to ask:

"Tell me the address and I'll go find him."

Carol immediately shook her head:

"Mr. Ronald, we detectives want to protect the privacy of our employers."

"I can't ......"

"You can!"

Ronald simply interrupted Carroll's prevarication, and at the same time stepped forward and looked directly at each other solemnly: "I am not here today for personal matters, but I have a very important task to pass on to Swift!" ”

“......”

"Good...... All right. ”

In the face of Ronald's strong attitude, Carroll still honestly explained where Swift went.

"Ron Boulevard."

"He's at Mrs. Case's house at 51 Ron Avenue."