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Edward turned into an alley and suddenly forgot what he was going to do next.

"......" she pressed her hand to her temple, and a second later, along with her thoughts, there was a greeting.

Edward looked up slightly into the distance, only to see a black crow with white eyes standing on the roof dozens of meters away. After being glanced at by her, the crow fell straight from the roof and fell out of her sight.

"Amon." Edward said into the air, "Are you here to avenge your brother?"

"No, I don't have the idea of fighting you, I'm just here to see what the "demon" who can make a paranoid person suffer two losses in a row looks like."

Before he finished speaking, a man with monocles appeared on the corner of the street, dressed in a Southern Continent-style costume and holding a hissing and steaming flavored fruit drink. Amun, dressed as a typist from the Chungsunia Company, also ran over, his sleeves folded to his elbows, holding a dozen papers in his arms. The white-eyed cat napping on the wall, the two birds that flew down on the clothes pole in the distance, and countless insects all looked at it.

"You've seen it. can disappear from my eyes. ”

"One more thing, it's incredible that you can defeat Adam's sequence doppelganger in the space of consciousness."

Amon is a sequence three "deception mentor", with his own escape ability and the powerful resurrection technique of this way, he is not very panicked, not to mention that there is a sequence 4 clone behind him, and it is always no problem to run away if he can't beat it. So he took a leisurely sip of his drink and continued: "I don't do things for paranoia, but I am curious."

"Okay, I'll tell you."

After confirming that Amon's body was not here, and that there was only one sequence 3 and one sequence 4 at the highest, Edward's heart did not have much vigilance to further decrease. Amun, who was dressed in the Southern Continent, was stunned for a moment, but Edward didn't intend to wait for him to speak, and replied directly:

"Because I am a god from outside the sky."

"I am the Fallen King, one of the Old Dominators, who came from the first awakening, for essentia and to witness the destruction of this planet. Amun, the omen of death, paid with his life. ”

What language is it? Not any kind of existing ...... The name is...... Amon in Sequence 3 was stunned, his body trembling violently, his eyes, fingers, drink, and flesh falling into a pile on the ground, full of links and a little faint light. The birds in the distance exploded on the spot, the blood lake was all over the ground, and the white cat on the wall fled in a hurry, but was pierced through the body by a branch, and in the blink of an eye, it was sucked dry and turned into a thin fur fluttering in the wind.

In two seconds, Amon was the only survivor in the city who was listening to their conversations, and only the typist holding the document closed his hearing the moment he heard "yes" and became the only survivor. He took a deep breath and looked ugly.

Seeing the outer god look over, the typist struggled to squeeze out a smile on his face, bowed slightly, and lowered his head: "...... At your disposal. ”

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With the premise of being quietly approached in the café before, Crane raised his guard slightly. He noticed that Maria had come back at some point, following them at a safe distance of about ten meters, as if she was secretly watching their investigation.

Is it because you don't feel at ease with us? But we're just ordinary journalists, so there's no need to be so vigilant, right? Crane thought about it, but he and Mike did come for an interview, Mike is still a kind reporter, and he is not afraid of crooked shadows, so he simply pretends not to know.

Ahem!

Mike pulled out his handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed several times.

The fog in the factory area was thicker than the rest of the place, with a yellow tinge in the middle of the air, as if floating with dust, and occasionally a spicy and pungent smell. Although the air quality in the whole of Beckland is poor, the city area is still a small part of it, and the pungent smell is unbearable even for Mr. Journalist who has long been accustomed to the air in Beckland.

He turned his head to Crane, who also coughed lowly, and said, "I have always supported the establishment of the Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Commission and the establishment of the Attorney for the Alkali Industry, but I only learned today that the problem is so serious. ”

"If effective measures are not taken, it may lead to tragedy in the future." Crane struggled to get through his clogged nose.

It may shroud the whole of Bakeland in a fog no more than five meters from a visual distance, and it is likely that the evil god will descend or be born in such a scene...... He silently added.

Old Kohler, who didn't quite understand their conversation, cleared his throat with thick phlegm, and led the reporters and detectives around the guards and infiltrated a leaden white factory. It is dominated by female workers, who are busy without protection, and the factory is filled with noticeable dust.

Looking at the "little particles" floating and wafting in the air, Crane seemed to see poison gas, and the young women without masks were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. He seemed to have seen the future of the women workers here, some of them had throbbing heads, some of them had a foggy vision, some of them became hysterical, some of them had blue lines on their gums, and eventually, they became blind or died soon.

Mike whispered in shock and anger, "How can this be? ”

"How can they do that?"

"Some time ago, various newspapers and magazines have focused on lead poisoning, and they didn't take any precautions?"

"Can't even give up a mask?"

"These factory owners are murdering!"

is really a reporter with a sense of justice, although he is not young, his style is relatively stingy, and his acting skills are quite good, but he still retains his original intention...... Still, how could he know so much about lead poisoning? By the way, I forgot that I had Sir de Ville publicize the dangers of lead poisoning in various newspapers and magazines...... It seems that he is doing a good job, but for some people, what is the death of one or two untouchables in the lower classes? There are people who are waiting for job opportunities! Crane thought with a heavy heart.

Old Kohler finally heard a topic that he could join: "This is a gentleman's factory, every year there are girls poisoned to death, the year before last somehow there was an accident, many people were killed and injured, and the factory dragged on without pensions." I also promoted a few family members who were making trouble, and seeing that this matter was about to pass, Miss Maria suddenly came over and helped us fight the lawsuit for free...... Haha, I didn't see Miss Maria in person, but she is a senior lawyer! It is said that not only the person in charge of the factory, but even the lawyer on the other side was sent in by Miss Maria! ”

He tried with all his might to change the bad impression that Miss Maria was unreasonable in the minds of the two well-meaning journalists.

Mike's eyes widened and he muttered in disbelief, "Another thing I didn't know about......"

Senior Lawyer? It turned out that the young lady had received a systematic education, and maybe even attended a professional college, why would such a middle-class person be a gang leader in the East End and run a charity? Wouldn't she be able to make more money by going to work? She can gain a firm foothold here and get close to us quietly, she is likely to be extraordinary, combined with the lawyer, is she the "Black Emperor", that is, the extraordinary person of the "lawyer" path? I don't know how many sequences it is, but it's definitely higher than me anyway......

"How much is the pension?"

"A man is about thirty pounds, sometimes only a dozen pounds, depending on the mood of the factory owner." Old Kohler replied helplessly.

There was silence again.

"There was also a big deal about the introduction of machines in the factory."

After the three of them left the lead white factory, the elder Kohler couldn't help but talk about the textile factory. If Kohler Sr. had been a little more cultured, he might have described the recent protests as "seething."

"They're going to switch to the latest weaving machines, and they're going to have fewer people in charge of the operations, as if, as if they were going to lay off a third of the workers! The women workers want to smash the machines and get their jobs back, otherwise, they probably won't survive, or they will have to work as street girls. ”

"Mr. Reporter, your curious kidnapping has only become apparent since this incident, because many girls have somehow disappeared, and it is said that they have found a job so they have left with their families, but Miss Maria can't find so many jobs, if they can find a job so easily, how can they leave now?"

Old Kohler's language skills were limited, but both of them understood the general meaning. Crane was thoughtful, he seemed to have heard Mr. "The Hanged Man" mention the disappearance of the human being at the Tarot meeting, but it happened in the Southern Continent, could it be that Beckland also had it? Mike's mouth opened, and judging by the shape of his mouth, he vaguely wanted to say "stupid", but in the end he didn't say anything, just looked silently, and didn't even come closer.

"Go back, I'm pretty much done with my investigative interviews." After a long time, Mike sighed.

The three of them left the factory area, and Crane could feel Maria still following silently. They didn't speak again until they left the East End, and there was a dull dead silence. After paying £10 and 6 soles, Mike left the smoke-filled neighborhood in a carriage.

Crane watched the carriage go away and didn't speak for a long time.

When he was a night watchman, he had learned about and had contact with the lives of those poor people, but he was not as impressed as this time. The all-round, three-dimensional observation completely presented an abyss in front of his eyes.

Old Coller stood silently, and just as Crane was about to say something, Maria stepped out of the shadows of the house behind her and walked straight to Crane.

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"You are indeed kind journalists."

Maria's face was complicated, Crane and Mike had proven themselves with practical actions, and the look on their face during the interview on the East End made her feel uncomfortable. But the status quo in the East End is already the limit of what she can change, and without more helpers and funds, she simply has no way to expand further, and it is difficult to even maintain the status quo.

"I apologize for my previous rude behavior, what do you call it? I have one thing I want to entrust to you. ”

"You are also thinking about the Eastern District, it was indeed us who was abrupt before, please don't take it to heart." Crane sensed the other party's kindness and politely revealed the previous matter, "I'm Sherlock Moriarty, in that case, you must have found out that I am a private detective, what kind of commission is it?" I was limited in my abilities and didn't know if I could do it. ”

Something that no one with a sequence higher than me is sure of, of course I have to ask clearly! Crane said in his heart.

"I am Mary, just call me Mary." Seeing that Crane was still waiting for the next step, she added, "I don't have a surname, probably because my parents who abandoned me outside the orphanage also know that they are not qualified to give me their last name, and that name is all I have." ”

I see. Crane was stunned.

Maria straightened her collar and became serious, "Then I'm going to talk about my commission."

"The thing I'm going to commission is the kidnapping case in the East End, but not the investigation, because I know who's behind it — see that magnificent villa? The person who kidnapped the girls was him, the rich man Capin. His minions work for him, and I have evidence, and as for the disappearance of unemployed textile workers, I don't know if it has anything to do with him. You're a good detective, and I'm not going to put you at risk, and I hope you'll use your connections to find a way to get a map of the interior of Capin's house. ”

Is this one? It's okay if I don't want to get rid of Kapin, if it's true, then Kapin's death is not a pity...... It's not too difficult to get the construction map, I can go to the gray mist for divination, or I can find a way to sneak in with a spirit...... However, there is a certain amount of risk involved, and I need to do a divination......

Crane's mind raced, and he didn't answer immediately.

Maria was very nervous, worried that Crane would die unexpectedly if she accepted the commission, and worried that Crane would not accept it.

After ten or so seconds, Crane asked, "Have you ever commissioned another detective?" Why did you choose me? ”

“…… I visited many private investigators, and the first one I visited was Mr. Issinger Stanton. Maria's heart sank, thinking that this should be a tactful refusal by Sherlock Moriarty, but she answered truthfully, "Mr. Stanton rejected me, so I visited several detectives later, and all of them hit a wall and gave up." It's just a matter of trying again, and it's okay if you refuse, I know it's dangerous and everyone has their own concerns. ”

"How much can you get paid?"

"It's dangerous, my budget is five hundred pounds, and if I can figure out even one pipe or vent, I'm willing to pay." Mary said, "If I could get a detailed plan, I could pay a thousand pounds." Of course, if something goes wrong, I'll leave the money to the person you name. ”

"I probably won't be able to get back to you right away."

Crane thought about it and felt that the price was very acceptable. This is just a reconnaissance, not a battle, although it is very difficult for other detectives, and they have to risk their lives, but they have at least two ways to touch into Kapin's villa, so there is no need to refuse, but at least go to the gray fog to do a formal divination: "But I really want to accept this commission in my heart, if I decide to accept it, I will give you an answer within these two days."

Maria's face changed: "I'm sorry, but please think about it, and don't force yourself on the high pay."

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

"Don't worry, Miss Maria, I'm self-aware of my abilities." Crane knew she had misunderstood, after all, five hundred pounds was indeed not a small amount, and it was very attractive to a private detective. He smiled and said goodbye to the two, "Then I'll go first, goodbye, two." ”

“…… Goodbye, Mr. Moriarty. ”

Mary looked at her back in the distance and sighed heavily.

TBC

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