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After waiting for more than half an hour and confirming that there was no unexpected situation, Klein and Emlin White left the lawyer of Jurgen, thinking about their silence and arriving at 15 Minsk Street.

The vampire Emlin clenched his fist to his lower mouth and coughed a bit:

"The rewards have been paid and I hope I will not have a chance to meet again in the future."

This sentence is very good, Mr. White, have you forgotten something important? Klein smiled politely:

"I will visit the Utravsky bishop occasionally, hoping that you will not be in the harvest church.

"And, I don't have to be busy trying to find a solution to your psychological cues."

Emlin White's expression suddenly became quite weird, and it took two seconds to raise the chin:

"There are many powerful mystics in our blood family, and I will write to them for help."

After that, he pressed his chest and gave a speech.

Turning around and taking a few steps, he suddenly slowed down, twisted his head, hesitated and asked:

"You are, what are you doing?"

"The beef bone radish soup needs the kind of pepper that is served with rice and the specialty of the Fenetport Plateau." Klein breathed the scent from the house and said with full expectation.

Emlin frowned and said:

"Chilli is not in the aesthetic field of the blood family."

To be frank, I can hardly imagine a vampire who eats pepper. Of course, I occasionally fantasize about a vampire with a white **** and a garlic and green onion... Klein whispered and pointed to the door, indicating that he wanted to enjoy it. Dinner.

Emlin White thought about it for a second, sinking his voice and thinking about it:

"I thought about it for a long time last night and found that you didn't actually do anything. Why do you need to get paid? The old man will let me leave at any time."

Klein snorted:

"No, it's not like this. The task entrusted by your parents is to find you, not to save you. In the end, I found you. According to the agreement, the reward should belong to me.

"In addition, without my reminder, you may have to stay in the Harvest Church for a few weeks to know that you are free to leave, and you can't detect yourself being hinted."

"You are stealing my IQ?" Emlin's face was distorted.

No, it’s clear... Klein smiled and didn’t talk anymore. He opened the door and went straight to the kitchen. His brain was full of seductive soup, white rice, soft but not chewy beef. Deep in the bones of the medulla, sweet and savory with meaty radish, and chopped Feiner Plateau peppers.

In the fiery red pieces, pink rose salt and green Bailang long leaves are also sprinkled.

............

On the early morning of Thursday, Klein arrived at the cheap coffee shop in the Eastern District.

The old Kohler, who still wore the thick jacket before, was sitting in the corner, matching a black bread with tea that could barely taste tea.

Klein came across from him, took out what he had prepared and pushed it to the other side.

It was made up of two 5 Sule, four 1 Sule notes, and a copper penny specially designed to add effect.

Old Kohler looked straight at them, and for a moment he reached out his right hand and shivered and took it.

He repeatedly looked at it, raised his hand and wiped his eyes, and squeezed his smile:

"At the dock, we carry heavy cargo, step on the cold and dirty water to do some troublesome cleaning, only one day after Soul..."

And here is a full 15 Sule!

Klein listened silently, after a few seconds:

“What have you heard recently? What have you noticed?”

Old Kohler put away the funds, drank the tea again, and squeezed his eyes:

“I met a lot of dockers and re-established contact with friends I used to know when I was wandering. Some of them went into the factory, and some of them went back and forth in the corners of the almshouses and parks, oh, just like I used to...

"I don't know where I came from recently. I said that since we believe in one of the seven gods, why not pray directly to the creator of the source? He said that in everyone's body, in all things, there is no real Passed away.

“Praying to Him will allow us to be redeemed. Not only will we be able to enter His Kingdom of Heaven after death, but we will also have a better life before we die. For example, we don’t need to work so hard, we can have cream every day, and we have the meat that breeds oil. ,available everyday."

This...the embodiment of the variant creator that Aurora will spread? After the events of Llanus, they began to pay attention to the poor in the Eastern, Docklands and Eastern Districts, hoping to use them to achieve certain purposes? I don't know if the three churches have noticed this phenomenon...should be there... Klein put the butter between the two toasts and took a bite.

Old Kohler said after a while:

"Mr. Detective, according to your instructions, I have paid attention to the textile women workers. In the end, with the police joining, their struggle failed, but, huh, the leaders of the factory became the head of the factory, one-third People lose their jobs.

“They are actively looking for new jobs, some have become street girls, some don’t know where to go, and the entire East is in chaos.”

If "Hurricane Lieutenant" Qilingus came to Beckland, this is the situation, then he came to the Eastern District to kill one or two people every day, no one can find out, no one can pay attention... Klein sighs in his heart A cry.

Old Kohler continued to talk about some of the daily observations:

"Right, the little daughter of Liv's family is missing."

"Liv?" Klein confirmed that he had not heard of the name.

Old Kohler just said this:

"It is the pulp-washing woman you and the reporter I met last time. She has been doing the pulping work with her eldest daughter and the little daughter at home. But yesterday, on the way of her two daughters returning clothes, I lost one. The little one is really pitiful. She has been a widow for many years and has been counting on her two daughters. As a result... Hey, the police in the Eastern District will certainly not look too hard."

Unfortunate people tend to have greater misfortunes because they have no resistance to risk and the ability to change their environment... Klein’s mind suddenly flashed such a passage.

He was silent for a few seconds in stone carving:

"Take me to see them, I am a detective, maybe I can help them find someone."

"...they have no money." Old Kohler reminded him.

Klein picked up his hat and cane:

"I occasionally volunteer."

............

In the Jowood area, the house where the two ladies originally rented.

Hugh started the life of the bounty hunter, and Firth accelerated the progress of the new book, hoping to get enough money for the extraordinary materials needed by the "Master of Tricks" as soon as possible.

But writing such a book, if you want to write it, you can write it. Fols irritatedly grabbed his hair and decided to go out and take inspiration.

Walking, she found herself unconsciously returned to a familiar place.

Her slanting front is the earliest work of the Joseph Clinic, a fairly large private clinic.

After staring for a while, Foer thought of the old lady who led herself into the extraordinary world, so she turned to the small alley on the right and walked close to a nearby street.

The sycamore trees with fallen leaves on both sides of the street are relatively quiet places.

Fols remembers that the old lady lived in the house on the 39th - she occasionally came to the door to give medicine or injections, and even helped with some daily chores.

"It's almost three years, and it should be rented out again. Maybe I have changed a few tenants... I remember when I was sorting out the relics, I found a lot of notes that recorded mystery..." Fols walked under the sycamore tree with no leaves left, and slowly approached the house on the 39th.

She gradually got some writing inspiration because she recalled her past experiences.

At this moment, she saw a heavy coat, a veteran with a half-height black hat standing at the door of the house on the 39th, and pulled the doorbell three times.

After a few minutes, no one opened the door. The old man with a pair of blue eyes turned his head and turned and whispered:

"Still no one..."

He suddenly found out that not far away, looking at this side of Firth, busy stepping forward, walked over, gently and eagerly smiled:

"Beautiful lady, do you live in this neighborhood? Do you know Lauro and Alisa?"

Anlisa? Isn't this the name of the old lady? This house has no tenants recently? Forsy said in a discretion:

"I don't know if Mrs. Anlisa I know is the one you are looking for. She lived here and lived for a long time, but passed away three years ago."

"Three years ago passed away? Lauboro?" The old man with some wrinkles in his eyes was busy asking.

"Her husband passed away earlier than her." Foers answered honestly.

The old man suddenly stopped and immediately showed a sad expression.

He silently said:

"Thank you, kind lady.

"I am the brother of Lauro, who has been living in the county, because I haven't received the letter from them for a long time, so I decided to take a look.

“Can you tell me something they have experienced in those years?”

Mrs. Alisa's husband's brother... will it be the descendants of the family in her mouth? Foers suddenly wakes up and smiles and responds:

"no problem."

She quickly thought about what to say and what to say.

The old man pointed to the side of the road:

“There are nice cafes out there.”

............

In the East, a slightly outdated apartment, Klein once again stepped into the wet room.

He saw the last time the quarrel with the girl standing on the street, the disdainful women who disdain the other profession stood in the pile of clothes, and many wrinkled faces lost their senses, lost their hard work and were lifeless.

And her eldest daughter, the 17-year-old girl who was squatting in front of the basin and washing her clothes, sat at the bed and wept sobbing:

"It's me, I blame me, I don't like her...

"I shouldn't take her to the secluded alley.

"She also said that to learn more words in the free school tonight...

"It's me, it's all my fault..."

Li Fu, a woman who washes her clothes, suddenly returns to God, turns her head and looks at her eldest daughter, and puts her sad expression on her face.

"Cry what cry? Get up and wash your clothes!

"Do you want to be hungry? Do you want a free school to go?"

After she finished, she saw Klein and Old Kohler at the door.

"Old Kohler... is this?" she asked doubtingly.

PS: I would like to recommend a ticket on Monday~ In addition, everyone is happy Mid-Autumn Festival!