After experiencing the collapse of the academy, witnessing the miracle of the Holy Light, and finally realizing that he had no chance of becoming a magician, Lyle felt mentally and physically exhausted, and even wanted to go there and take a nap.

But he still steeled himself and lined up early at the bakery he frequented.

It's a bakery rather than a relief station. The owner seems to have no intention of doing business. The price of bread is much lower than the average price, but the quality is also ridiculously poor.

But some bad taste doesn’t affect filling your stomach, right?

He used his meager savings to buy a loaf of black bread, which felt like a cane in his hand. Lyle couldn't help but recall the time when he tried to eat black bread raw when he was young, and felt that his teeth started to hurt again.

The correct way to use this kind of food is to soak it in water until soft, and the best combination is to soak it in hot soup and eat it. Lyle is also familiar with several forest farms in Cassandale, and there are some edible wild mushrooms in the dark places. Fortunately, the medical school textbooks

There are relevant records to prevent him from being poisoned to death.

After returning home, he started boiling water to make soup. He tore the mushrooms into fine pieces and put the bread directly into the water pot. The other end was exposed high outside the pot and could be used as a spoon. Lyle did not live a delicate life.

There is nothing to care about. With such living conditions, every expense consumes Lyle's brain cells. He has no idea of ​​taking pleasure in hardship. He just wants to work harder now and live a better life in the future.

There seemed to be a little time before dinner started, so Lyle sat down at the only table in the house. Except for the small table in front of him, the rest of the table was filled with medical-related books, notes, and papers piled up loosely.

In the past, this short period of leisure would have been used to review lessons, but now there is no need. These carriers of knowledge will soon be regarded as taboo and burned, just like the future I originally planned, it will be reduced to ashes.

.

There was a sound of bubbling in the pot. Lyle came closer. The small section of black bread soaked in the pot had begun to soften. He was finally able to break it off smoothly. He put the remaining part in the cabinet for future rations.

Boil the bread for about ten minutes and you can eat it. But you must chew it carefully when eating. This kind of bread is often mixed with sawdust. If you don't bite it carefully, it will get stuck in your throat in the next second, which will hurt you.

die.

The feeling of hunger had begun to appear, and Lyle watched the soup rolling with all his heart.

Until a knock on the door startled him.

This era is not peaceful. As far as Lyle knows, there are no less than ten countries at war. Fortunately, Cassandale is in the heart of the kingdom, but petty theft is inevitable.

"Who's outside?" There was no decent ironware at home, so Lyle took the remaining bread sticks in his hand.

I remembered a deep male voice outside the door. "It's me."

Crisis resolved.

That kind of sound that makes you feel like you've been splashed with cold water. The owner of this voice, Lyle, happens to be familiar with it.

Ralph Buehler.

Lyle's cheap uncle, his father's younger brother, the relationship between the two brothers is not harmonious, so bad that they don't interact with each other even if they live in the same city. Lyle knows very little about him. The first time they met was

At his parents' funeral, it was also the time when he traveled back in time.

His face was exactly like the cheap dad's, with his rickety back and a dead face. He looked like he owed someone 25,800,000 yuan. His eyebrows were always twisted together. After the funeral, he came to the lonely place.

Standing in front of Lyle alone, he said, "I am your uncle, Ralph Buller."

At that time, Lyle was absorbing the memory of this body, and he was in a trance. He looked at this gloomy man quietly, waiting for what would happen next.

"I am a Sheriff in Cassandale."

Lyle was silent.

Ralph was silent.

Lyle was silent.

"...Live well."

The conversation between uncle and nephew ended.

It took Lyle a long time to realize that this uncle who seemed to be socially retarded was actually a warm-hearted person. Perhaps because his brother was an orphan, he realized that there was no need to maintain the estrangement.

Lyle saw him more than once outside the college gate.

Whenever he saw Lyle approaching, he would say to himself, "I'm on patrol," and then leave Lyle's sight.

All in all, the relationship between uncle and nephew is pretty good.

Lyle opened the door, and the man in a black uniform stood outside.

Ralph only likes to speak half a sentence.

"I'm on patrol tonight. (So I came to see you)"

"Um."

"The Eiffel Medical School has been closed. (What are you going to do next?)"

"I haven't thought about what I will do in the future."

“…(…)”

"..."

"The Sheriff needs a medical examiner." The word medical examiner was mentioned by Lyle and Ralph. In some cases, the cause of death is not so easy to surface, the evidence is missing, and the witness's wording is vague, all of which hinder the investigation.

"What about the autopsy results?"

"Autopsy?"

"Don't the Sheriff's officers have a medical examiner?"

"...(forensic doctor?)"

Lyle explained the role of forensics in detail.

"Desecrate the dead. (This is wrong.)"

"The dead are not as important as the living."

"..."

I didn't expect that Lelf would mention it again now. Lele thought to himself that this is indeed a way out, but now it seems that this way is a bit deviant.

Medicine is taboo, and desecrating corpses is taboo. If the church discovers this, they will be burned.

"I'll give you the identity of a peace officer on the surface. (Do forensic work in private.)"

"..."

“The higher-ups don’t want to rely too much on the church.”

"?" You're a policeman, why did the church recruit you?

"The murderer surrendered and gave a detailed introduction to the method of committing the crime. (The church asked him to do it.)"

My holy light, oh my god, what else do the police do?

"I understand, we have sympathy for each other, and the fox will be sad when the rabbit dies."

"...Do you want to do it or not?"

"Fuck! How is the treatment?"

“Standard treatment.”

"Okay, I am a national civil servant after all. I will go to work tomorrow. Do I need to prepare any written documents? Do I need to take an exam?"

"No, there is something waiting for you now."

"Um?"

"There is a body lying in the station now, the cause of death is unknown."

"Should I go now?"

Ralph looked in the direction of the pot.

"Actually, it's not too urgent. (You can eat first.)"

"Would you like some together?" Lyle pulled up his chair and prepared to serve a bowl to Ralph. After all, he had helped him solve his employment problem, so he still wanted to express his gratitude.

"I still have to patrol. (No need.)"

"You will report to the bureau later," Ralph took out the letter from his pocket. His name was written on the surface. It was probably a letter of introduction or something.

"Give the letter to Mr. Wilt and he will arrange the work for you."

"Um."

Ralph walked out of the door, his figure was slowly swallowed by the darkness, and then he walked back again.

"Lyle."

"Did you forget something?" Lyle stood up.

"Remember to lock the door when you leave."

After running back specifically to say something, Lyle looked at the four walls of the house against the firelight and smiled at Ralph, "Okay."
Chapter completed!