Early Sunday morning, not long after Klein finished his breakfast, he heard the expected doorbell.

But to his surprise, it was not only reporter Mike Joseph, but also Dr. Allen.

"Sherlock, I had that nightmare again last night, I don't think it's normal. Alan didn't shy away from Mike, and as soon as he entered the living room, he spoke.

Without waiting for Klein to answer, he took out his wallet again and took out a paper crane:

"Do you think it's a problem?

"Ever since I found it and carried it with me, I've had nightmares. ”

Klein glanced at him indifferently, his expression suddenly froze a little, if he hadn't been a "clown" and had a strong ability to control his facial muscles, he might even have a smile that could not be concealed in front of reporters and doctors, yes, a smile.

This, this thousand paper cranes are folded uglier than mine...... It was an instantaneous idea for Klein.

At this moment, he had the urge to cover his face and sigh:

Could this be the tradition of the night watchman, and the manual work is relatively poor?

There was no doubt that the paper crane in front of him was the product of another bag drop, and after getting accurate information from Klein, the night watchmen did not seem to delay, and sneaked into Dr. Allen's bedroom that night, and exchanged the paper crane they had folded for the one in their wallets.

But what they didn't expect was that the one in the wallet was also fake, and it was folded by Klein on top of the gray mist, which was quite rough.

Inexplicably a little happy...... Klein glanced at Dr. Allen, who was unaware, cleared his throat and said:

"Perhaps, I suggest you go to the church again and talk to the previous bishop, and we should believe that the gods of our faith are always watching over me. ”

As he spoke, he drew a triangular emblem on his chest.

After the "Nightmare" left last night, Crane had been to the Grey Mist to tell if it was dangerous to return to the Thousand Paper Cranes, and had received a safe revelation, so he was now able to make such a suggestion with great interest, trying to trick his former colleagues.

Seeing that the paper cranes that they didn't fold well were back in their hands, I don't know what kind of mood they would have...... Klein comforted Dr. Allen seriously, turned to Mr. Reporter and smiled:

"Mike, I'd like to recommend that Alan see a psychiatrist the most, but faith will definitely soothe his mind. ”

"You're not frank at all. Mike laughed, "Alright, it's time for us to go." ”

The following day, Klein accompanied the Daily Observer reporter into the East End to interview the rescued girls.

In the face of a full £1 interview fee, no one refused, not even some of the girls who had been tortured.

In this interview, Kapin's guilt is one focus, and the current situation of the girls is another, the former is infuriating, the latter is heavy.

Daisy was actually lucky, she was able to go to work as soon as she returned home, and she could get food in exchange for her own labor, and no more than a third of the rescued people like her, and most of them belonged to the kind of family that still had some savings, and their situation allowed them to be physically and mentally traumatized for a while, and they could patiently find suitable work.

The other two-thirds of the rescued had to run for survival, and in the case of a large number of unemployed women textile workers, they could often only find some temporary low-paid jobs, and those whose parents, brothers and sisters were not unemployed, at least they could help each other and barely fill their stomachs, and the less optimistic part of the family situation had openly and secretly embarked on the path of street girls, as if they had never been rescued, and they sold their bodies once, perhaps just for some food.

This made Mike as silent as he had last time, and it wasn't until he left the East End when it was dark that he came to his senses and thanked Klein:

"Sherlock, thanks to your help, otherwise I would have been blackmailed by those hooligans and gangsters today. ”

"Isn't that what you hired me for?" Klein smiled politely without any smugness.

With the previous advice, the old Khloe and Liv's family did not disclose the fact that he helped find people for free, especially Daisy, who was quite smart, and when Mike asked them if they knew any special people, they directly replied "Mr. Reporter and Mr. Detective".

Mike nodded habitually, and walked in silence for a while.

Before getting into the carriage, he suddenly exhaled and said:

"I would like to appeal to the government to take out the real estate of Caping and set up a relief fund to use the annual proceeds to help these rescued girls and help other people who have been harmed by Caping, so that they can have a chance to break out of their current predicament.

"Although Capin's safe has been ransacked by the thief, his greatest fortune is in the real estate he bought, which must have been ill-gotten gains. ”

Klein listened carefully, looked at Mike deeply, and praised from the bottom of his heart:

"You're the best journalist I've ever met. ”

"There are still a lot of journalists like me, and there are always some idealists in this world. Mike sighed.

With that, he paid Klein the £10 hire fee and took off his hat and waved.

Seeing the reporter get into the rental carriage, Klein was about to go in the other direction to take public transportation, when Mike suddenly opened the window and asked with a teasing smile:

"Sherlock, I'm not the only journalist you know, am I?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, and then smiled:

"Guess. ”

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

City of Silver.

Like a beast trapped indoors, Derick Berg paced back and forth in the room with a little anxiety.

He felt that the "Chief" did not pay enough attention to his report, and feared that the members of the exploration team who did not know how to be affected by the "fallen creator" would cause devastating damage to the city that had been in darkness for 2,582 years after being released from quarantine.

In such a situation, he was desperate to get his opinion, to get the opinions of Mr. "Hanged Man" and Miss "Justice", who knew the "fallen Creator" well.

This was the one he was most looking forward to the Tarot gathering.

Wait, wait, and if Mr. Fool doesn't summon yet, I'll pray directly to Him...... Dyric tried to calm himself down, but the pace of the circle did not slow down in the slightest.

Suddenly, he saw the endless gray mist, and heard the savior-like voice:

"Prepare for the party. ”

Relieved, Darick sat down on the edge of the bed more cautiously, and lay down, pretending that he was going to sleep for a while out of weariness.

After silently counting the slightly rapid thousand heartbeats, he waited for a while before being swallowed up by the illusory crimson light.

At this moment, Darik's room was unusually quiet, and the lightning bolts outside the window streaked across the sky, keeping the darkness away from the land.

Suddenly, in the corner of his bedside, black squirmed and stretched, turning into a human form!

The dark shadow quickly climbed up, silently looking down at Dareek.

He watched carefully for dozens of seconds, then shrank back without much gain.

In the corners, the shadows remained unchanged.

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

The boundless gray mist permeated his feet as always, and the long bronze table in front of him was mottled with rusty green but not decaying, and the first thing "Sun" Derick saw was Miss "Justice" and Miss "The Magician" sitting opposite, and the familiar, brisk greeting came to his ears:

"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'~"

"Good afternoon......

Shrouded in gray mist, Crane bows his head lightly, seemingly leisurely responding to the greetings of Miss Justice and the other members, but is actually busy manipulating the "world" to make him act like a real person.

After accompanying Mike's reporter to the interview yesterday, it was dinner time, and Klein found a Fenerport-style restaurant outside, and was so spicy that he took the initiative to ask for a desert beer.

After returning home after eating and drinking, he didn't go out again for the rest of the day, or study the Book of Secrets, or prepare his own food, which relieved the heavy emotions that would arise every time he went to the East End.

Before he knew it, afternoon came, and he shifted his mind to the tarot party.

After saying hello, "Justice" Audrey held back her curiosity and excitement, and did not rush to ask what the truth behind the Kapin incident was.

Mr. "Fool" may not answer, but how can he know if he wants to answer without asking? Well, I hope that he will make an equivalent request, and I will try to meet it...... Audrey looked around, observing the status of the other members.

As a "mind reader", she quickly spotted a number of anomalies:

Hey, "Sun" is very anxious, the former exploration team leader has an accident?

Also, Furth was in a state of wanting to ask but not daring to ask...... She must have seen the newspaper and guessed from the tarot cards that Kapin's death was what our tarot would do, but wondered who the "Emperor" card represented...... She seems to be in awe of Mr. "Fool", what happened to her?

Mr. "The Hanged Man" was in a good mood, and his potions had been digested...... He seemed to be expecting something......

Mr. "World" is still that gloomy and introverted, and it is difficult to read his current thoughts, which is really the nemesis of the "audience" approach......

"The Sun" Derick had no intention of hiding his anxiety, but he did not consult the members of the Tarot Society directly.

He was well aware that the opening period belonged to Mr. "Fool", unless there was no such thing as Russell's diary.

There's no need to rush, the party has already begun...... If Mr. "Fool" is in a good mood, maybe he will answer some questions...... Derrick comforted himself.

"The Hanged Man" Alger looked sideways at his head and humbly spoke:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool', I have collected three new pages of Russell's diary. ”

Diary?Russell's Diary?"Magician" Furth pricked up his ears.

Klein responded with a smile:

"What do you want to trade them for?"

Glancing at the card covered by Mr. "Fool", Alger, the "Hanged Man", suppressed his eagerness and said:

"I want to know what that card next to you is. ”

PS: The three watches are completed, and I ask for a monthly pass~

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