1398 An Ordinary Persons Daily Life 4/8 (1/2)

Tamara… Barton ruminated over the name and wondered what it meant.

He was no longer the same person who realized that he could hear sounds that others couldn't. He didn't look around in panic, hoping to find someone who was hiding and speaking in a dark corner. There were no signs of him constantly being prepared to grab a wooden pole and rushing over to strike the person. He stood on the spot calmly, observing the reaction of the deputy director of the Compliance Department, Pacheco.

Pacheco glanced at him and said, ”Have you done any research in the history of the Fourth Epoch?”

”A little,” Barton replied modestly.

At this moment, he didn't pretend that he didn't know anything about the history of the Fourth Epoch. Firstly, his character didn't allow for that. Secondly, his position was a direct result of his academic background in history. If he had any major flaws in this field, he might be fired by the foundation tomorrow.

Pacheco looked at the door and said, ”Have you heard of the name Tamara before?”

”I've heard of it.” Barton instinctively turned his head to glance at Pacheco. ”In the little-known history of the Fourth Epoch, the name 'Tamara' has appeared several times, and its frequency is only second to Tudor, Solomon, and Trunsoest. From this, it can be determined that this represents a great noble of some empire in the Fourth Epoch.”

After saying this, Barton paused and said, ”Vernal recently discovered some ruins from the Fourth Epoch.”

As the hotel waiter was by his side, he didn't directly mention that the name ”Tamara” might have something to do with the current abnormality Vernal was facing.

Pacheco didn't respond. He turned to the hotel attendant and said, ”I'm a police officer in charge of a criminal investigation. I suspect that the tenant in this room has encountered some misfortune. Please open the door immediately.”

As he spoke, he took out an identification document and showed it to the other party.

The hotel attendant was shocked and looked at the identification carefully.

”Okay, okay. I'll get the keys!”

As he spoke, he turned around and ran towards the staircase.

”You're a policeman?” Barton, who was watching from the sidelines, blurted out in shock.

Pacheco looked down at the identification in his hand and chuckled.

”This document is 100% real. It was obtained through legal channels.”

Why do you need to make it sound so complicated… Barton habitually replied, ”I don't care about its authenticity. I just want to know if you're a police officer.”

Pacheco laughed.

”That depends on how you view it.”

This answer left Barton rather irritated, but as a typical Loen gentleman, he knew that the other party was unwilling to give him an answer directly, so he politely shut his mouth.

The two of them remained silent as the hotel owner and the attendant returned to the third floor.

After carefully inspecting the identification document in Pacheco's hands and matching it to the face, the hotel owner took out his keys and opened the door. He grumbled, ”How did something happen? Nothing was heard.”

If a high-end hotel was involved in a murder case, it would definitely affect their image and reputation. They might even go bankrupt.

”Don't worry too much. Perhaps it's just a small problem.” Pacheco gave him some friendly consolation.

”I hope so. May the Goddess bless me.” The hotel owner retracted his hand and tapped his chest four times in a clockwise fashion, outlining the stars.

Then, he gently pushed the door open.

At that moment, the interior of the room seemed to connect to the outside world. A faint smell of blood filled the air.

”Oh…” The hotel owner noticed this and could only use an exclamation to express his disappointment and fear.