Old Kohler seemed to be a little afraid of the other party's toughness, and unconsciously took a step back:

"Liv, this is Mr. Detective, he thinks, he wants to help you find Daisy. ”

Liv's wrinkled and peeling face turned to Klein and said indifferently:

"We've called the police. ”

She may be in her thirties, but she looks close to fifty.

Crane looked around the room where many wet clothes hung from it, and vaguely remembered that the last time he visited, there was a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, who was carefully holding a crude and rough homemade iron, handling the wrinkled laundry after drying, and her hands were burned with many marks.

She is the "lost" Daisy...... Klein looked back at Liv, the pulp washer, and said in an emotionless tone:

"Do you believe that the police on the East Side will really look for Daisy with their hearts?

"Surely the people who caused Daisy's 'missing' incident won't take advantage of the situation to set their sights on your house?

"You want to lose one daughter and then another?"

The cruel but penetrating words reached the ears of Liv, the pulver, and the cold expression on her face disintegrated little by little, her mouth opened, but she could not say anything, and the corners of her eyes gradually turned red.

She buried her head sharply, and muttered to herself in pain and despair:

"I don't have any money......"

Huo Ran was quiet in the room for a while, and even the sobbing girl didn't make a sound.

Klein pursed his mouth, spat out silently, and said:

"I occasionally go to volunteer, purely to help others, hehe, I haven't done it for a long time, please give me a chance. ”

"Volunteer?" Liv looked up, chewing on the word.

Klein nodded slightly:

"This commission is free, no, not completely free, and the act of kindness will bring me great satisfaction.

"There's nothing you can do anyway, so why don't you give it a try?"

Liv was silent for a moment, raised her palm, which was wrinkled and swollen from long-term soaking, wiped her eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Detective, you, you are such a kind and kind gentleman......"

Her voice suddenly choked:

“...... And it came to pass that at noon the day before yesterday, Freya led Daisy back with a batch of washed laundry, just a little outside the East End, and they were going several streets.

In order to rush back for lunch, Freya chose a secluded alley, but she just didn't pay attention when she noticed that Daisy, who was following behind, was missing.

She went back the way she came, but she never found it, and Daisy never returned.

"Freya, where was that?"

The girl named Freya had stood up, her eyes red and swollen.

She sobbed and said:

"Right now, right in Broken Axe Alley, Mr. Detective, Daisy will be okay, right?"

"Yes. Klein replied expressionlessly.

He looked around a few times, then asked:

"Do you have any of Daisy's usual belongings? I can borrow a police dog that has an excellent sense of smell and can find them all the way based on the smell left behind by the target. ”

“...... No. Liv, the pulp washer, thought for a moment and said with a sad expression.

The young girl Freya burst into tears again, feeling as if things were going into a desperate situation again.

Suddenly, she blinked and said:

"Yes, there is one.

"Daisy's Word Book!"

"Word book?" asked Old Kohler, beside him.

Liv sniffed and said:

"I had free school for Freya and Daisy to go to in the evenings, and I could do the laundry all the time, and they, they couldn't do it all the time. ”

What a good mother this lady is...... Klein couldn't help but sigh.

The free school is a night school established by the three major churches or some charitable organizations, classes are held from eight to ten o'clock in the evening, there is no charge at all, and even writing instruments and a certain amount of paper will be provided for free, it belongs to the education of the nature of literacy, at most it involves some religious knowledge, old Neil has been a teacher in the free school of the goddess of the night for several years, Klein heard him mention some situations.

- Because there are very few people who volunteer to be teachers in free schools, a unique teaching model has been formed, that is, the teacher arrives early, first gathers the students with the best learning progress, and instills in them the content of the day's lecture, and then they are responsible for teaching different classes, and the teacher goes back and forth to correct deviations and errors, which is called the "mentoring system".

Corresponding to the free schools are free organizations such as the Skilled Workers' Workshop, which are accessible to the truly poor and have a few channels to get rid of their own class.

Unfortunately, there are too few such organizations to play a substantive role.

At this time, Freya sobbed and added:

"Daisy loves to learn, and has been identified by the teacher as the guide of her class, she will put together the paper on which the words have been copied, sleep with them on her pillow every day, and then get up early, go out into the street, and recite in the early morning light, she has always regretted that there is no street light nearby......"

As she spoke, Freya rushed back to the side of the bed and pulled out a crumpled stack of paper from under the tattered pillow.

Because of the long-term humid environment, the words copied on it have been a little blurred.

The edges of the paper are even more worn, and it seems that it has been turned over for a long time.

"Mr. Detective, it, can it?" asked Freya with both hands as she handed the unbound so-called word book to Klein, and then asked with a blank look.

"Yes. Klein replied very succinctly.

He was not comforting Freya, although similar items were not the kind he carried with him, but they accompanied the target for a long time and projected the strong beliefs of the other party, which was an excellent material for finding people with the divination rod method.

He casually flipped through the word book and said:

"Then I'll get started, and the sooner I find Daisy, the better. ”

Liv and Freya couldn't find the words to describe their feelings, so they could only watch Klein and Khloe Sr. leave, saying "Thank you, Mr. Detective", "Thank you, kind gentleman".

Out of the apartment, Klein turned his head sideways to old Kohler and said:

"You've been paying attention lately to the unemployed weavers, especially those who haven't found a new job or become street girls, and you've been paying attention to those who don't know where they've gone......

"Pay attention to your own safety, ask less and listen more, if you do this well, there will be a bonus. ”

"Good!" said Old Kohler, nodding heavily.

He didn't say goodbye immediately, hesitated, and asked in a tone full of expectation:

"Mr. Detective, you're sure you'll find Daisy, right?"

"All I can say is my best. Klein didn't promise.

Old Kohler sighed and smiled bitterly:

"I lost my own child, so I don't want to see this kind of thing......"

He waved his hand and headed down another street.

Klein left the place unhurriedly, and on the way, wrapped the tip of the cane with Daisy's "word book", and completed a "cane search" without attracting attention.

There are results, and the northwesterly direction is ...... It is not possible to confirm whether it is disturbing or misleading...... He looked down at the direction the staff was about to fall, and reached out to support it.

As a revelation, Klein made his way out of the East Side and hired a cab.

Half an hour later, the redirected carriage stopped at Iris Street in Jowood, near the West End, in front of a house with a large lawn, a wide garden, a small fountain square, and marble statues.

At this time, inside the carriage, Crane's cane had fallen down, and it was aimed straight there!

Through the window, Crane saw guards patrolling back and forth inside the iron fence gates, and vicious dogs with tongues sticking out.

The security there is quite tight.

What's more, even if he didn't use divination, he could find that there was a lot of danger hidden in it based on his spiritual intuition!

What kind of place is this?How could Daisy's disappearance involve such a dangerous place?Crane pondered for a few seconds and told the coachman to move on.

The coachman replied with a little surprise:

"Sir, you are not here to visit Mr. Capin?"

Capping Klein thought the name was familiar.

He smiled and asked:

"Why do you think so?"

"People often come out of the East End and come here in my carriage, hehe, this is the home of the rich man Mr. Capping. The coachman replied casually.

Eastern...... Kaping...... Plutocrat...... Klein suddenly remembered who that Capin was:

In many rumors, he is the leader of a bloody crime syndicate, linked to many cases of disappearances of innocent girls!

In reality, he is a rich man who knows many big people.

Crane didn't say anything more, leaned back against the wall, and half-closed his eyes.

The carriage moved slowly, and the luxurious villa swept backwards and disappeared into the glass window.

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

Inside a cubicle in a café.

Forthth already knew that the old man on the other side was Lawrence Nord, a public school teacher from Conston City, a county of Musken.

He didn't know that Mrs. Lisa's husband had died, and he didn't know that Mrs. Lisa had inherited the estate and become extraordinary, and he didn't know that Mrs. Lisa would leave her relics to me...... Could he be an extraordinary being too? Does he possess the power of divination? Furth took a sip of Filmer coffee and said in a muddle of words:

"I used to be a doctor at the nearby Yusuf Clinic, and Mrs. Lisa came to see me often, when her husband, Mr. Laubro, had passed away......

“...... I occasionally talk to her and help her with things like ......

So, she finally made a will, gave me the savings and cash, donated jewelry, books and furniture to charitable organizations, which was supervised by her appointed law firm. ”

Forth is telling the truth, but not all of it.

Lawrence pinched his forehead and said:

"It's a shame that I can't understand why Lisa didn't contact me in those years. ”

"She didn't mention your name, and was vaguely dissatisfied with Mr. Robero's relatives. Furth replied calmly.

Lawrence was silent for a moment and said:

"Thank you for telling me, it made me understand something.

"By the way, where are Lauboro and Lisa buried?"

"Green Cemetery. Furth took out his pocket watch from his bag and looked at it, "Mr. Lawrence, I have something to do, and I should leave." ”

Lawrence didn't stop and got up to see the other party off.

After sitting down again, he rubbed his temples in distress and muttered to himself silently:

"Laubro has passed away, leaving no children, and it is not known where his extraordinary traits have been taken by Lisa...... Richard died at the hands of the Aurora Society...... Sam didn't want to contact us at all, he didn't want to take on the responsibility of the last name......

"Is the Abrahamic family really going to die out like this?"