The layout in the conference room is quite simple, with two rows of chairs, a long table and a large blackboard.
The large blackboard was already filled with words written in beautiful handwriting, and a typewritten document was prepared in front of each person's seat on the long table.
The Sheriff's Department personnel present stood respectfully by, and the dog-level investigators waited until Jobtran had chosen his seat before they dared to sit down.
Ever since they learned that Jobtrul was a survivor of the tragedy of Umr, they looked at Jobtrul in this legendary event with admiration.
After Xiao Zhafu and others sat down, they walked to the blackboard.
"Thank you all for coming to help us handle this case. The forces involved in this case are quite complicated, but the key figure is the man from Oros who calls himself Kechilov in your documents."
Xiao Zhafu explained, gesturing on the blackboard with a long, thin wooden stick.
"The portrait of the person has been placed on the second page of the information. Please identify it carefully."
Jobtran flipped through the documents on the table and noticed a familiar word, Einstar.
With his keen intuition, Jobtran had a little doubt about this surname, so he looked up and asked,
"Which members of the Einstar family did this suspect, Kercherov, initially hide in?"
"They are Eugene Einstar, Herman Einstar who recently moved here from Umur City, his wife Kirk, and their eldest son Albert Einstar."
Xiao Zhafu replied.
"It's them. What secrets does this family have?"
Joe Butran speculated in his heart.
Seeing Jobtran's momentary silence, Xiaozhafu began to read the information about Ketchlov in the materials to ease the awkwardness on the scene.
“The following information is the information confessed by the man during the interrogation. Its authenticity needs to be verified, but it is still of reference value.
The man called himself Ketchlov, a mixed-race of Orlos and German. He ran away from home a year ago and lurked in Einstadt's house four months ago.
The cause of the lurking is currently unknown. He is 1.73 meters tall, weighs about 59 kilograms, is thin, and has freckles on his face.
He looks harmless, but he has a yellow tattoo on his back. He is initially suspected to be a peripheral member of the Yellow Shirt Group.
After hearing the word "yellow seal", everyone in the conference room began to talk.
Dog-level investigators usually come into contact with evil organizations of relatively low power levels, and most of the incidents are caused by ordinary people obtaining some mysterious items.
They had not thought that they would be involved in a case of this level. The terrible incident of Umr's Sorrow was a topic that had been discussed many times by people within the mysterious investigation bureau.
Through this incident, they all understood the horror of the Yellow Group.
"Silence." Jobtran frowned and said in a low voice.
The conference room immediately fell silent, and Jobtran stretched out his hand, tapping his index finger lightly and rhythmically on the table.
"What is the objective of this mission? What is the situation of the suspect?"
Jobtran asked straight to the point.
"The suspect is currently in a weak state after the interrogation. In order to draw out the Yellow Shirt Group behind him, the suspect has been released and is currently in a civilian home at No. 6 Isar Street, Section 13 of the Old Town of Lehel. We have sent our best agents to monitor him."
After Xiao Zhafu finished speaking, he picked up the cup on the table and drank a sip of water, and continued,
"It would be great if we could find out the power behind this man, Kechilov, but in this case we hope to limit the number of victims."
"I understand, but if a fight breaks out, it's hard to say for sure."
Joe Butran spread his hands and said.
After saying that, Jobtran took a look at the flamboyantly dressed canine investigator, looked him up and down, and pointed at his clothes.
"You want to go on a mission dressed like this? Are you afraid that others don't know that you have a special identity?"
Joe Butran smiled slightly, with a playful look in his eyes, picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.
"Uh, I'll change it right away."
"Well, it's rare for us to work together, so let's introduce ourselves. I'm Jobtran G. Rossat."
Joe Butran said slowly while holding the teacup.
Jobtron's bright eyes looked at the red-haired young investigator sitting opposite him, motioning him to continue.
He lowered his head and said embarrassedly,
"My name is Ross Gustav. I'm good at tracking and decryption."
Sitting on Jobtran's right was a mature-looking lady. She was dignified and elegant, with an oval face and thick, shiny brown hair draped over her shoulders.
There is a teardrop mole under the charming phoenix eyes, which makes people unable to take their eyes away.
She was wearing a emerald green robe that covered her curvy figure, and she had a transparent emerald green ring on her hand.
A magnetic and lazy voice came out from the mouth painted with orange-red lipstick.
"Veronica Wenham, good at using poison, and..."
She leaned forward, put her elbows on the table, and looked at Jobtran with a provocative look.
"Seducing men."
After saying this, Veronica deliberately stuck out her tongue and licked the edge of her mouth.
The atmosphere at the scene became ambiguous, and everyone was waiting to see Joe Butran's reaction as if they were waiting to watch a good show.
Jobtran didn't care about the look from Veronica. He was like an old monk in meditation, holding the cup of tea in his hand, thinking silently.
In fact, Veronica's actions reminded Job Tran of Selina, who was stationed at the Umr Mysterious Investigation Bureau.
Compared with Selina's natural charm, Veronica is inevitably a bit deliberate and artificial, but I believe it can also make some male animals whose minds are dominated by their lower bodies lose their minds.
When Veronica saw that Joe Butran had no reaction, she said tactfully,
"Alright alright, I give in. Hurry up, next one."
The next person to speak was an old man in ascetic robes.
His hair is so sparse that it looks like it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
Although he looked like an old man, he was full of energy, had a ruddy complexion and a goatee.
What’s funny is that when you see this beard, you always feel that there are more beards than hairs on his body.
The off-white ascetic robe fit him perfectly. He stood up and saluted everyone with his hands clasped together.
"The ascetic, Reiner. He is skilled in the swordplay and magic of the Paladin."
After hearing this, Jobtran raised his head, and immediately stood up and saluted the monk in return.
It's not because of age, but because every ascetic is worthy of respect.
This is a custom passed down in the Holy Light Society.