1401 An Ordinary Persons Daily Life 7/8 (1/2)

After seeing the lady disappear for a few seconds, Pacheco turned his head and said to Barton, ”Let's go back to the foundation.”

”Aren't we going to the suburbs?” Barton asked subconsciously.

Pacheco said with a smile, ”Didn't you already give the bottle away?

”We no longer have a reason to go to the suburbs.

”Perhaps his true aim was for us to hand the bottle to the lady of the Tamara family. What he said before were all lies.

”Of course, this has nothing to do with us. Next, there is no innocent party among them, so it doesn't matter who dies. All we need to do is perform a certain amount of surveillance to prevent their battle from affecting ordinary people. This will be handled by the police, not by the foundation or the Compliance Department.”

Vernal doesn't look like he's capable of this kind of devious plot… Barton mumbled. He didn't ask further and turned to walk out the door.

Frankly speaking, returning to the foundation was the answer he wanted to hear the most.

It was just a spur of the moment when he asked if they were heading to the suburbs. It was an old habit he hadn't overcome for many years.

After returning to the foundation, Barton spent the rest of the day feeling rather uneasy. He went through the menial, repetitive routine until evening came.

I originally felt that life was too boring, but I now realize that a monotonous life is so precious. Sigh, I only hope that nothing unexpected happens like in the afternoon… May the Lord bless me… Barton stopped at his doorstep, stretched out his right hand, clenched his fist, and gently struck his left chest.

After finishing his prayer, he opened the door and entered. He took off his hat, coat, and handed them over to his wife who had come forward.

”What happened to Vernal?” his wife asked carefully.

Barton replied calmly in both tone and expression, ”He offended some people and was being followed. The police have taken over this matter.

”In the future, if Vernal visits again, don't let him in. Remember to send someone to inform the police.”

Barton's wife heaved a sigh of relief when she heard that the police had intervened.

”Alright.”

After dinner, Barton played with his children for a while before finding an excuse to go to his study and sit near the window.

He needed a private space to completely calm his emotions and walk out of the panic brought about by the incident with Vernal.

As such, Barton took out a cigarette from his drawer and put it to his mouth.

He wasn't addicted to smoking, but he had to socialize sometimes, so he prepared a pack of cigarettes at home and on his body.

He lit the matchstick, lit the cigarette, and took a deep suck.

He then leaned back in his chair and watched the smoke coming out from his mouth and nose.

He vaguely smelled the faint scent of blood.

To Barton, this wasn't a very strange discovery. After all, Vernal had stayed in his study before, so he definitely left some traces behind. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to detect him.

Barton didn't smell it before, but because he was too nervous and flustered, his attention had been focused on the whereabouts of Vernal and the words he had left behind.

Of course, the smell of blood in the study room was very faint. It was also one of the reasons why it couldn't compare with the hotel room and the burnt ruins at all.

As the smoke from the cigarette spread, Barton suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He had an ominous feeling!

In an instant, the pale white gas shrank in a certain direction with the smell of blood, forming a figure.

The figure's upper body was normal with an iconic red nose. It was none other than the archaeologist, Vernal.

The lower half of his body was completely shrouded in air, like a monster drawn out by smoke.

”V-Vernal…” Barton shouted, almost suffocating.

His voice reverberated in the study, unable to penetrate the wall.

”Haha, I've already acquired an immortal body. As long as there's still some fog left, I'll be able to come back to life!” Vernal burst into laughter.