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On Sunday morning, Klein had just finished using breakfast and heard the expected doorbell.

But what surprised him was that not only Mike Joseph, but also Dr. Allen.

"Sherlock, I did that nightmare again last night, I think this is not normal." Allen did not avoid Mike, just entered the living room and said.

Not waiting for Klein to answer, he took care of himself and took out a wallet:

"Do you say it will be its problem?

“Since I found it out and carried it with me, I started to have a nightmare.”

Klein looked at it with disappointment, and his expression suddenly solidified. If he had never been a "clown" and had strong control over his facial muscles, he might even have an unspeakable smile in front of reporters and doctors. Smile.

This, this thousand paper cranes are more ugly than I am... This is the idea that Klein instantly produced.

At this moment, he has a strong cover and a sigh of impulse:

Is this the tradition of the same generation of nights, and the manual work is relatively poor?

Undoubtedly, the thousand paper cranes in front of him are the product of another drop. After getting accurate news from Klein, the night-timers seem to have no delay. They sneak into Dr. Allen’s bedroom that night and use their own folding paper. The crane changed the one in the wallet.

But what they didn't think was that the one in the wallet was also fake. It was Klein's fold above the fog, which was quite rough.

Inexplicably a little gratified... Klein glanced at Dr. Allen, who had no sense of it, and cleared his throat:

"Maybe it is, I suggest you go to the church again, talk to the former bishop, we must believe that the gods of our faith are always watching me."

During the speech, he drew a triangular emblem on his chest.

After the "nightmare" left last night, Klein went to the fog, and the divination was not dangerous. It was safe and inspiring, so he can now do so with great interest. The suggestion was to try to tease the former colleagues.

I saw that the paper cranes that I had not folded very well returned to my hands. I don’t know what kind of mood they would have... Klein was relieved to go to Dr. Allen and turned to smile at the reporter:

"Mike, in fact, I most want to suggest that Allen is going to see a psychiatrist, but the faith can certainly appease his heart."

"You are not frank at all." Mike laughed. "Okay, we should leave."

The following day, Klein accompanied the reporter of the Daily Observer to enter the Eastern District and interviewed the girls who were rescued.

In the face of a full £1 interview fee, no one refused, even if some of the girls who had been devastated were the same.

In this interview, Ka Ping’s sin is a key point. The current situation of the girls is another focus. The former is irritating and the latter is heavy.

Daisy is actually a lucky one. After returning home, he can get into work immediately. In exchange for his own labor, he gets no more than one-third of the rescued people like her, and most of them belong to the family. Their situation allows them to be physically and mentally traumatized, and they don’t have to be busy for the time being, and they can patiently find the right job.

The other two-thirds of the rescued have to run around. In the case of a large number of textile women workers who are unemployed, they often only find some temporary low-paying jobs. Those whose parents, brothers and sisters have never lost their jobs are fine. At least, they can help each other, barely fill their stomachs, and the family's less optimistic part has already sneaked into the road of the street girl. It seems that they have never been saved. They sell their bodies once, maybe only for some food. .

This made Mike become as silent as the last time, until he left the Eastern District when the sky was dark, he only came back and thanked Klein:

"Sherlock, thanks to your help, otherwise I will be blackmailed by those gangsters today."

"Isn't that the purpose of hiring me?" Klein smiled politely without any smugness.

With the previous embarrassment, the old Kohler and Liv family did not disclose his free help to find people, especially Daisy, quite smart, when Mike asked them to know what special people, directly answer "Mr. Reporter and Mr. Detective ".

Mike's inertia nodded and walked silently for a while.

Before he got on the carriage, he suddenly spit out his breath:

"I want to appeal in this report, calling on the government to take out the property of Kapyeong, set up a bailout fund, and use the annual income to help these rescued girls steadily and help other people who have been harmed by Karping. They have the opportunity to break free from the current predicament.

"Although Kapyeong's safe has been looted by the Grand Theft Auto, his biggest fortune is in the real estate he bought, and these should be illegal gains."

After listening carefully, Klein took a deep look at Mike and praised it with sincerity:

"You are the best journalist I have ever met."

"There are still many journalists like me. There are always some idealists in the world." Mike exclaimed.

After that, he paid Klein a £10 employment fee and took off his hat and waved.

Watching the reporter go to the rental carriage, Klein is going to take public transportation in the other direction. At this moment, Mike suddenly opens the window and smiles and asks:

"Sherlock, the reporter you know won't be me alone?"

Klein snorted, hehe smiled:

"you guess."

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

The city of silver.

Dairik Berg is like a beast trapped inside, a little anxiously squatting back and forth in the room.

He felt that the "chief" did not pay enough attention to his report, and worried that the members of the exploration team who did not know what had been affected by the "fallen creator" would have been in the dark for 2,582 years after the isolation. The city is devastating.

Under such circumstances, he was eager to get advice, and he got a good understanding of the "falling creator" and "Mr. Justice".

This is the one he most expects from the Tarot gathering.

Wait a second, and wait a while, if Mr. Fool is not called, I will pray directly to him... Dairik tries to calm himself down, but the pace of the circle is not slow.

Suddenly, he saw the infinite fog and heard the voice of the savior:

"Prepare for the party."

Dairik Huo sighed a sigh of relief, sat more cautiously on the edge of the bed, lay down, pretending that he was going to sleep for a while because of fatigue.

After a few thousand heartbeats, he waited for a while before being swallowed up by the illusory crimson.

At this moment, Dairik’s room was very quiet, and the lightning across the sky was connected one by one, leaving the darkness away from the land.

Suddenly, in the corner of his bed, the black creeps and stretches, turning into a human form!

The black shadow climbed high and quietly overlooked Dairik.

He watched it for a few tens of seconds and retracted without any gain.

In the corner, the shadows are as usual, no change.

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

The boundless fog is as always flowing under the feet. The bronze long table in front of it is mottled with rust green but not decaying. The "Sun" Dairik first saw the "Justice" and "Magic" sitting opposite. Miss, the one who passed into his ear is the familiar, brisk greeting:

"Good afternoon, ‘fool’ Mr.~”

"good afternoon……"

Klein, shrouded in the fog, gently daggers, seemingly leisurely responding to the greetings of Miss Justice and other members, but in reality he is busy manipulating the "world" and making him behave like a real person.

Yesterday, I was interviewed by Mike. It was dinner time. Klein went outside to find a restaurant in the style of Nenetport, and was so hot that he had a cup of desert beer.

After eating and drinking home, in the following time, he did not go out again, or study the "Book of Secrets", or prepare food himself, so that every time he went to the Eastern District will have a lot of heavy emotions.

Unknowingly, in the afternoon, he transferred his mind to the Tarot party.

After greeting, "Justice" Audrey endured curiosity and excitement, and did not rush to ask what the truth behind the Kapin incident was.

Mr. "The Fool" may not answer, but how can he know if he wants to answer without asking? Oh, I hope that he will ask for the equivalent, I will try to satisfy it... Audrey looks around and observes the status of other members.

As a "reader", she quickly discovered some anomalies:

Hey, the "sun" is very anxious. What happened to the former team leader? Encounter Amon?

Also, Fols is in a state of wanting to ask and dare not ask... She should have seen the newspaper, guessing from the tarot card that the death of Kapyeong is what we Tarot will do, but it is doubtful that the "emperor" card represents Who... She seems to be more awesome to Mr. "The Fool", what is this happening?

Mr. "Down Man" is in a good mood, his potion has been digested... He seems to be looking forward to something...

Mr. "World" is still a gloomy and introverted look. It is difficult to read his current thoughts. It is really a nemesis of the "audience" approach...

"The Sun" Dairik did not hide his intentions of anxious emotions, but did not directly ask members of the Tarot Club.

He is very clear that the opening period belongs to the "Foolish Man", unless there is no such Russell's diary.

There is no need to worry, I have already started gathering... If Mr. "Footer" is in a good mood, he may answer some questions... Dairik is comforting himself.

"Inverted man" Alger looked sideways and humbly opened:

"Mr. Dear Mr. Fool, I have collected three new Russell diaries."

diary? Russell Diary? "Magic" Firth raised his ears.

Klein smiled and responded:

"What do you want to exchange for?"

Looking at the card covered by the "fool", the "hanging man" Alger suppressed the enthusiasm:

"I want to know what the card is next to you."

PS: Three more completed, ask for a monthly ticket~