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Early in the morning of October 7th.

As soon as it was dawn, Klein woke up from his one-bedroom rented apartment in the East End. After handing over the new clues to Miss "Justice", there has been no news so far. He changed into his old and rudimentary overalls, went downstairs, and blended into the crowd like a real inconspicuous worker.

As he walked, he saw a middle-aged and elderly man in his forties and fifties in front of him, with gray temples and a paper bag containing a few pieces of black bread tightly in his hand. He wore a simple, thick jacket with patches, and an equally rough but elaborate patchwork scarf around his neck. He exhaled a few white breaths in the cold wind, stood still to dispel the cold, and smiled contentedly and gratifying at the black bread in his arms, which looked bad.

He tried to get something out of his pocket, but one hand was not handy, and the cigarette case rolled out of his pocket and landed right at Klein's feet. Seeing this, Klein bent down to pick it up and give it back to the other party.

"Thank you, thank you! It's my old buddy, and there's not a few left. The middle-aged and elderly man thanked him sincerely.

His face was pale, but somewhat reddish, and he looked a little better than the other homeless people Crane had seen in the East End, but only some. The middle-aged and elderly man opened the cigarette case, carefully took out one and put it in the corner of his mouth, did not light it, and suddenly added: "Sir, your clothes are a little damaged, do you need to sew them?" ”

Klein was stunned for a moment. He checked his top and noticed that there were a few tears on the back of his sleeve, leaking air into it. Ordinary people may be unbearable, but he is an extraordinary person in Sequence 8, and his strengthened flesh only feels a little chill. He wanted to ignore the subtle feeling of refusing to distribute posters on the side of the road in his previous life, but at the expectant eyes of the old man, Klein felt a little unbearable - he sighed: "Indeed, I don't know where the tailor is?" ”

"Thank you! You're such a good person. ”

The middle-aged and elderly man's eyes lit up a little, and he was busy thanking him again and again. He was visibly excited, and walked side by side with Crane, heading to the end of the fog or the depths of the fog.

They had advanced about a hundred meters and saw a young girl sitting on the side of the street. She had a very rudimentary sewing machine, which was so tattered that it was even tied with rope where it was cracked. The girl quickly stepped on the pedal and concentrated on sewing, with two large bags of old clothes at her feet. Klein subconsciously compared the disguise on his body, and found that his coat with a few holes was actually the most "decent" one.

"Taylor!" With a smile on his face, the middle-aged and elderly man walked over quickly, "This gentleman's coat needs to be mended." ”

"Yes, sir, could you please wait a moment?"

The girl known as Taylor looked up from her work and greeted Klein warmly. Although she was a tailor, her clothes were very thin, her face and hands were red from the cold, and she looked about the same age as Melissa. Taylor folded his hands and sighed a few times, looked at the middle-aged and elderly man, and relaxed: "Dad, how much bread did you buy today?" ”

"Thanks to the Food Act, the price of brown bread has also been reduced, this time I went to line up in the early morning, and sure enough, I grabbed the discounted bread that was about to reach the processing day!"

The middle-aged and elderly man's old face showed joy, and he patted the paper bag in his hand: "We don't have to worry about being hungry for the next three days." ”

Klein stood quietly beside him, listening to the conversation between father and daughter. He looked at the paper bag in the arms of the middle-aged and elderly man, and there were three or four pieces of coarse, low-quality bread in total, about four or five pounds, but it was going to be fed for two people for three days...... He sighed silently, handed his coat to the girl, shivered in the cold wind, and smiled:

"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself just now, but I'm actually a reporter and I'm doing a report on the East End, can I interview you? It just so happened to be a bit chilly right now that we could go to the café in front. ”

The middle-aged and elderly man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "No problem, it's much warmer inside than on the street." ”

The tables and chairs in the café are quite greasy, and there are many customers inside due to the walls and windows, and the average temperature is indeed much higher than on the street.

Crane motioned for him to sit down, and asked for two large cups of tea, a plate of lamb stewed with tender peas, two loaves of bread, two pieces of toast, a portion of inferior butter, and a portion of artificial cream, for a total of 17.5 pence.

The middle-aged and elderly man hugged the black bread in his hand with some embarrassment, hiding his squirming Adam's apple because of the fragrance.

"Eat, eat enough to interview." Once the food was ready, Crane brought them back to his table.

"For me?" The middle-aged and elderly man asked expectantly and in surprise.

"Except for a piece of toast and a cup of tea, everything else is yours." Klein responded with a smile.

The middle-aged and elderly man froze, he wiped his eyes, and said with a slight choked voice: "...... You, you're such a good Samaritan. But it's too rich, I, can I pack up for my daughter? ”

"Yes." Klein calmly ate the toast and cream, sighed inwardly, and continued to smile on his face, pretending that he was really a reporter, "Can you tell us about yourself?" Family members can too. ”

"It's unlucky, I was a decent worker. I have a wife and two lovely children, a boy and a girl. But a few years ago, a contagious disease took my son and wife, who had been a sturdy young man, but died soon after falling ill due to overwork...... I also stayed in the hospital for a long time, lost my job, lost my wealth, and only my daughter, who was lucky enough to be treated in a charity hospital, depended on me. Since then, I have often been unable to find a job, no money to rent a house, no money to eat, which makes me very weak, and it is even more difficult to find a job and unable to raise children......" said the middle-aged man with some nostalgia and sadness.

He took a sip of tea, sighed, sighed, and spoke again:

"But my daughter worked very hard and worked in a workhouse in the East End, so she was given a place to study in a charity school, where she learned simple sewing. Later, she managed to find an old sewing machine, and earned a little Weibo salary every day by sewing clothes and pasting paper boxes for people. With this money, we can barely make ends meet, and without Taylor, I am afraid I would not have been able to hold on to it. ”

"I'm telling you, I should have been a good worker, and my daughter didn't have to work so hard."

Klein wasn't a professional journalist and didn't know what to ask. Fortunately, at this time, the middle-aged and elderly man had already eaten his part, and carefully packed the remaining half into his arms, hoping to give his daughter some food that left some residual warmth. Crane watched the man leave the café and said a few words to Taylor, and then the two returned the jacket he had sewn, without mentioning anything about the charge.

"That's right." Seeing that there was no gain on this trip, Klein couldn't help but stop the middle-aged and elderly man and asked casually, "Has anything happened in the East Side recently?" Like scams and robberies or something. ”

Before he finished speaking, he saw the other party looking at him suspiciously, and then realized that this was as normal as breathing in the Eastern District.

"Well, sir, what you said is so common that I don't have any information." The middle-aged and elderly man spoke in embarrassment, but Taylor raised his head when he heard it, and asked tentatively:

"Sir, I've heard some news lately, and I don't know if it's what you need."

"What is it?" Crane asked hopelessly.

"Miss Maria told me."

Taylor spoke naturally, without elaborating on the name, as if by default anyone who came to the East End should know the name: "Miss Maria has told us not to go out lately, and human trafficking among women is becoming more and more rampant. There are also a couple of very strange murders, which Miss Maria mentioned one day, and there seems to be a psychopathic murderer in the East End, who has killed several bounty hunters, each of whom has been tortured to the point of being inhuman. ”

"Well, I heard it all by chance, and if you want to know more, you can go and interview Miss Maria!"

Taylor did everything he could to help the kind-hearted journalist gentleman: "She's been in the dockers' association almost all day lately and should be easy to find." ”

90

“…… Then again, I kept forgetting to ask you, what kind of ending are you going to give this story? ”

"I have a plan, but this is a play to be staged this New Year's Day, and it should be a comedy of reunion. ”

"But the premise of achieving a happy ending - the hero is dead, and it's good to let the heroine find another new person to go out, but overall that kind of perception will be very different." Edward reminded her, "You don't really need to be bound by the New Year's thoughts, no matter tragicomedy, as long as you are beautiful enough, you can get the box office, and you also hope that the follow-up pay will be more, right?" ”

"Well, I have an idea!" Furth hurriedly turned over the case in his mind, "How about making this heroine a pirate who robs the rich and helps the poor without any concern after stabbing the enemy?" Adventure elements are in vogue right now! ”

"You're going to write the next one?"

"Huh? No, not prepared. Isn't this a drama in one issue? ”

"Then why did you design this ending?" Edward complained, "It's good to create your own continuous plot, but you need to be cautious about giving the audience unrealistic expectations, and Miss Wall doesn't seem to have the experience of taking risks, so it's not real enough." Otherwise, let her die with unsettling love, and see the apparition of her lover who came to meet her before she died. ”

The otaku romance novelist wants to scratch his head habitually, but he controls his actions as an unladylike one. Flu pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly had an idea: "By the way, how about asking her to pray to the gods?" The gods were touched by her sincere love and devotion to God, and the angel returned to earth with the soul of her lover, and they were happily ever after...... Hey, why does it seem to be a happy ending again? ”

“…… It's not bad, at least it's better than the current version, then you're going to have to make up a god. It is better to be completely fictional, and if it is a metaphor for a certain deity, it may be unpleasant for the followers of other deities. ”

Edward was noncommittal, and after turning a few pages, he put all the manuscripts aside, and the editor, who knew the nature of the writers he had brought, said: "It can be preliminarily decided, if I remember correctly, the end of this month is the deadline." Of course, I can help you get a few more days of revisions, after all, the plot and my soundtrack still need more run-in. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Vaughn, you are so considerate." Furth let out a long sigh of relief, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he unconsciously relaxed a little, "It's the New Year soon, do you have any plans?" ”

"I remember Miss Wall, you seem to have mentioned that you are going to go on vacation to the relatively warm southern continent or the sea."

Seeing that he had entered a relaxed and happy chat session, Mr. Gentleman ordered two cups of coffee and two cakes to enjoy a simple afternoon tea: "I don't have any plans for this year, hehe, when my wife is still alive, she always takes me to some interesting places for a short trip every year." ”

Well, for example, she investigates the ruins of the Grim Reaper in the Southern Continent, goes on archaeological adventures or digging graves, climbs the Amanda Mountains, and looks out at the Church of Tranquility, the headquarters of the Church of the Night in the distance, and occasionally goes to the Vorsack Empire to see the capital's Twilight Temple, and she is also curious to pursue the Godforsaken Lands......

"Sounds romantic." Furth cut a small piece of cake and couldn't wait to cut to the chase, "I'm very interested in the Quaternary historical secrets you mentioned last time, can you talk more about them?" Well, I'm still curious about the legend I came across in an ancient book, Mr. Vaughn, who is as knowledgeable as you, have you ever heard of such a thing as a "deadly whisper on a full moon"? ”

She deliberately modified the term to add a bit.

Edward put a sugar cube in his coffee, stirred it slowly, and said after a moment's consideration: "I did know about it...... Coincidentally, it is also an ancient book, which says that the deadly whisper of the full moon first appeared in the Quaternary Period, and it is said that an unknown evil god is transmitting a message. ”

"Bang"!

Unsurprised, he looked up, only to see the best-selling novelist's lady's eyes widen because she had accidentally let go of her hand in surprise, and the metal fork had slammed into the plate.

"Ah, I'm so sorry!" Furth hurriedly picked up the fork again, pressed it and asked eagerly, "Excuse me, does that ancient book mention what message the evil god is transmitting?" Can you sell it to me? ”

"It's a pity that that's all there is to it, and the book is lost."

"Ah......h

"You don't have to be so sad." Edward smiled, "After all, sometimes ignorance is a good thing. ”

Because now you are useless. He took a sip of coffee that tasted just right, and at least Sequence 5 would be worthwhile to become a recorder or traveler, and I would exchange your soul for more detailed information.

"Anyway, thank you, Mr. Vaughn, for your answer satisfies my curiosity." Firth was a little stunned, but when she saw the manuscript fee form and envelope that Edward handed over, she quickly became happy,

"I'll be sure to deliver it to you quickly this time!"

TBC

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Update! Dear readers, I drop the task and complete the spicy! Ha~hahaha!

* The current collaborator of Lanrius is the demon Jason Beria, so the bounty hunter who tracked him down was taken by the demons to play with it.