Esther's gaze always rested on the bearded man with gold-rimmed glasses, who should have looked young under his beard, and his features were not hard and angry.

She had long noticed the difference between the two men, and even though the two young men were wearing workers' clothes, the confidence in their hopes for life was enough to prove that they were not residents of the East End.

The middle-aged and elderly man standing next to them is the best contrast, the people who have been working in the East End for many years, they may have the smell of alcohol, smoke, rotten fish and shrimp, or even knives hidden under their clothes, but their eyes rarely shine.

Esther felt familiar to the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, and she wanted to ask his name, but she was afraid that it was just an empty joy.

Mike picked up: "Are you using those kids?" Are you working for someone? ”

Esther shook her head and replied, "No, it's for myself." Their age makes it easy to ignore their words, but the things these children can hear every day are much broader than the land I measure with my feet. And there are other reasons for their respect. ”

She walked over slowly, patted Mike's shoulder, and raised an index finger of her right hand to her lips: "Don't look at me like this, I'm also a 'thief', Mr. Reporter, you should be more vigilant." ”

"What?" Mike's right hand gripped a cloud of air, and before he could even react, the pen was already spinning between Esther's fingers, and he didn't even notice what she was doing.

Klein could see the swift process, but he was even more shocked by what she had said—she was a "thief", the same route he had speculated with Esther before!

Too similar coincidences are superimposed, and there will only be one possibility.

Old Kohler smiled beside him, "You don't speak like a thief, Amer. ”

When Esther heard this "upper way", the corners of her lips immediately raised: "People always have to have a craft to make a living, old man, but in the East End everything is more difficult." ”

Mike took the pen from Esther, not knowing what to say, "Well, I do know your ...... 'craft' now, thank you for the reminder." ”

Esther shrugged indifferently, "Good luck with your interview, it's time for me to earn money for today's meal." ”

"Actually, if you want to know the news in the market, the Beckland Post is also a good choice, and there is a lot of information in the previous newspapers." Klein said this suddenly, leaving both Kohler Sr. and Mike at a loss.

It was the newspaper he advertised for Sherlock Moriarty, a "detective sign".

Esther didn't speak for a while, but silently wrote down the name of the newspaper in her heart, as well as the "past" of the other party's special name.

Mike would have been mistaken, thinking that Klein was reminding him to advertise in disguise, and quickly continued: "The Daily Observer is also good, there are a lot of in-depth reports. If you're interested in the news, you can buy one from a bookstore or café, which has a good reputation in Beckland. ”

Crane chimed in, "Yes, it's still dangerous for you to deal with those kids, after all, there's always a gang watching behind them. ”

Esther smiled and nodded at Klein, "Thank you for the reminder, I'll go check it out." ”

Then she waved goodbye to the others and turned to walk in the direction of the public bus platform.

Old Kohler looked at Esther's back and shook his head: "It sounds so young, and he looks so kind and elegant, but he turns out to be a thief......"

Crane's heart was empty, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for Esther, and changed the subject: "Shouldn't we go for a walk in the depths of the East End?" I'm afraid there's nothing to write about this interview. ”

Mike also clicked on his notebook, and found that there was really nothing to remember, and the lady was full of secrets, like an urban legend: "Okay, then let's hurry up, and trouble old Kohler to introduce us." ”

Crane resisted the urge to look back and walked across the street with Mike and Khloe Sr.

——

Outside a café in Hilston.

After a simple "communication" with the boss through playing, Esther obtained permission to play on the open-air seats at the entrance to help attract customers. But in the end, she has to share the tip income equally with the boss to pay for the venue of the show.

Esther had been doing this for the past two days, and she had found it much easier to play music than to talk to someone.

When she performed, she no longer did the sneaky appearance of the East End, showing her original face. She didn't worry much about meeting acquaintances, because Beckland was big enough to walk around the city as small as a grain of sand in the Tassok River.

Loneliness is inevitable, and since that conversation, Little Five has been sleeping more and more, and Esther can feel that she is avoiding communication with herself, but she is not sure why.

At the end of the noon performance, the lingering people had to go back to their busy work, and Esther tipped and ordered a lunch in the store, and ordered a copy of the Beckland Post and the Daily Observer, which she watched and ate.

The boss was very enthusiastic and gave Esther a seven-fold discount and invited her to play again tomorrow, but Esther could only politely refuse, she would not stay in one place too much again.

Her fate is difficult to connect with others, and it couldn't be more convenient in terms of hiding her whereabouts.

The tips given by the merchants here are much higher than those on Lily of the Valley Street in the south of the bridge, which is closely related to their standard of living, and the money Esther spent on renting a house in the East District was earned back in just two days. Although it is not stable, Katsu also has a natural attraction that resonates with her playing, which is not as obvious as the power of the song.

As long as she didn't attract the attention of the official extraordinary, Esther felt that the business was quite good, at least she was satisfied.

There wasn't much in the newspaper, so Esther scanned through the Anecdotal Beckland stories and the various advertisements and decided to finish the performance early today and go to a public library to check out previous issues of the Beckland Post.

A few hours later, Esther took the "Beckland Post" half a month ago, and after carefully rummaging for more than ten minutes, she finally saw a small huddled notice at the narrow fold of the seventh and eighth pages, which made her almost choke on saliva:

"Sherlock Moriarty, a private investigator who specializes in all kinds of matters, charges a reasonable fee, strictly adheres to the principle of secrecy, and lives at 15 Minsk Street, Jowood District."

"That's a good name...... It's really a sense of beauty fighting against yourself. This advertising space is really hidden enough, and it seems to be very cheap. Esther sighed with emotion, silently wrote down the address on the newspaper, returned the borrowed newspaper, and walked into the dark night.

She couldn't wait to meet "Sherlock Holmes".

——

Jowood is also close to the Tassock River, but it is not as prosperous as the financial center of Hilston, but many small companies prefer to gather here, and there are many residences in this area, but Asther has long since read the price of the house in the newspaper, and has never thought about settling here.

Without him, it is expensive.

With a weekly rent of nearly a gold pound, Esther couldn't afford to live in it, she didn't even have anything to use as proof of identity, let alone living in these single-family houses or townhouses and maintaining friendly relations with her neighbors, and the cost of integrating into the community at that time made her desperate.

One of the good things about the chaos in the East End is that no one cares about your life or death, and they don't pay attention to others when there is no negotiation of interests.

After ten minutes on the steam subway, and after reviewing the map of Beckland in her mind, Esther got into a horse-drawn bus and got off near Minsk Street.

A few points of light fell from Esther's sideburns and burrowed into her pockets, completely cutting off Xiao Wu's perception of the outside world. Out of selfishness, she didn't want Xiao Wu to know that she was special about her "resurrected colleague". Esther can trust Xiao Qi, but she can't trust Xiao Wu with similar but different personalities.

Esther put on her cloak and mask again, and walked along the elegant gaslamp by the side of the road, until she reached the door of room number 15, where she pulled the rope from the door.

The bell that had been pulled by the rope shook and carried its sound through the living room, and the door opened very quickly, as if it was just as eager to wait for a visitor to the door.

"Good evening, Mr. Detective." Esther couldn't really shout that name, and she couldn't hold back a laugh when she thought about it.

The bearded face in the crack of the door also smiled, if it weren't for the special ability of the "Joker", it would be difficult for Klein to guarantee that he would not blush now: "Welcome, is there anything Miss 'Hamel' wants to entrust me?" Please come in, let's sit down and talk. ”

Walking into the living room, Crane led Esther to sit on the long sofa before asking her, "Do you want something to drink?" ”

"No coffee, anything." Esther whispered, the familiar content and tone of the sentence that made Klein's heart beat faster.

Is it really her!?

Klein also replied: "It's a pity that there is no sweet iced tea, it's because I didn't entertain well." ”

"I still prefer hot cocoa."

Esther lifted her hood to reveal her laurel-yellow blonde hair, and then removed the mask from her face as well, revealing Crane's impression of a face with soft features that didn't quite bear the same resemblance as the native of Rune.

But Esther's countenance was slightly different from his impression, and she was very close to a fifteen or sixteen girl in Tingen, but now she was more mature.

"You seem to have changed a little." Klein was on his toes.

[We've all changed a lot, Mr. Zhou Mingrui.] Esther no longer suppressed her excitement and smiled with joy from the bottom of her heart.

This Chinese sentence made Klein laugh as well: [Long time no see, Li Xing.] ]