The canteen had exploded. That in itself was nothing unusual.
These days, gas pipelines could only be called relatively safe. Explosions were a common occurrence.
The problem was that this was a report spat out by the Difference Engine.
Even the Difference Engines at the Night Watch Bureau's branch offices were parts of [The Thinker]. [The Thinker] made no mistakes, but the individual branches' Difference Engines occasionally lost some data when receiving reports, causing errors in the reports they read out.
"[The Thinker] computes the world. Any report sent to our branch must concern the Supernatural. This rep-"
"This report must be wrong!" Eleanor hurriedly said.
"That... is certainly possible." Dalton hesitated for a moment.
The very first report he happened to look at had a problem?
Perhaps the Difference Engine wasn't wrong, and his interpretation was?
Frowning, Dalton turned to the next report.
Beside him, Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief. [The Thinker] really was formidable. It had actually detected what happened at the canteen last night?
And she'd thought it was foolproof. She hadn't expected the Night Watch Bureau to have such capabilities!
Still, at least she'd managed to get through that.
"Hmm?"
Seeing Dalton frown beside her, Eleanor's heart rose into her throat again.
Damn it, had it detected another problem?
She hurried over to look.
[Night Watch Bureau detective Eleanor Bennett was murdered]
The air seemed to freeze.
Dalton looked down at the report, then raised his head to meet Eleanor's eyes. The two stared at each other, and the atmosphere grew rather awkward.
"Mr. Dalton, now you believe the Difference Engine is broken..." Eleanor forced a smile.
Dalton fell silent for a moment, then took a palm-sized round mirror from his pocket. Laying it flat in his palm, he looked at Eleanor.
"Put