Three p.m., East Bailang Dockyard, Dockers' Association.

Dressed in a thick sweater, brown and yellow jacket, and a simple floppy hat, Klein made his image more akin to that of a typical investigative journalist than to the kind of banquets and interviews with people of status and status, which cost him an extra £10.

At this time, he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his hair was neatly combed, shining with the luster of ointment, his face was no longer a messy beard, he had to wrap around his lips with blue and black scum, and his height was at least five centimeters more than before, striving to be clearly different from the image of the worker last night, so that people who were not particularly familiar with it could not associate it at all.

In the pockets of his clothes and trousers, there were no "black eyes", no charms and herbal essential oils, only a deck of tarot cards, a stack of sticky notes, a water-filled pen, a wallet, a coin, a bunch of keys, and a fake press card.

- He didn't know the current state of Lanrius, nor did he know where the powerful and extraordinary people around him came from, so he was cautious and didn't bring anything that would arouse suspicion.

Looking at the small two-story building in front of him, Crane crossed the street, pretending not to rely on the clown's instincts to spot several eyes on him.

He opened the door and found that the layout of the docks' union was rather rudimentary, with no ladies in charge of reception, no spacious hall, and the staircase to the second floor was in the center, flanked by corridors densely packed with offices, with no planks on the floor, let alone blankets, but purely made of cement.

Klein glanced sideways at the man guarding the door, leaned over and said:

"I am a correspondent for the Daily Bakerland, and I would like to interview the staff of your association to find out what you want and desire. ”

The man wore a coat with patches, some of the corners even showing dirty cotton wool, and only a linen shirt underneath.

After hearing the word reporter, he suddenly became vigilant and replied in a loud voice:

We haven't organized strikes lately, no!"

"I think you're mistaken, I'm a sympathizer for you, and I'm going to make a feature report describing what the unions are doing and the practical difficulties they are encountering in helping workers, believe me. With the help of the extraordinary ability of "Joker", Crane made his eyes appear extremely sincere.

"That's right...... You go to Mr. Rand, he's our commissioner in charge of publicity, turn right, second office on the right. The man hesitated for a few seconds.

"Thank you. Crane bowed feigned relief, feeling the gaze that was watching him in a dark corner vanish.

With a slight cold sweat on his back, he turned to the right and knocked on the door of the corresponding office.

Squeak, the door opened, and a middle-aged man with sparse hair looked at him suspiciously:

"May I ask who you are?"

"Is it Mr. Rand? I'm Statham, a reporter for the Daily Bakerland, and this is my press card, and I'd like to do a report on the trade union to help you get more attention. "Klein almost believes he's a journalist.

"I'm Rand. The middle-aged man glanced at his press card and said with obvious hesitation, "It's hard for me to believe that you reporters are here to help us." ”

"I was born on the East End, I know how miserable life is for the workers, and if you don't believe in my intentions, you can always follow me and supervise my every problem. Klein suddenly smiled and added, "It's better to report with actual interview materials than to write news with nothing but imagination, at least you can make your point of view and steer things in the hopeful direction." ”

Rand touched his scalp and replied hesitantly:

"Okay. ”

"I'll follow you all the way. ”

"Thank you!" Klein almost couldn't control his emotions.

Later, under the guidance of Rand, he went into office after office and interviewed the members of the workers' association according to preset questions.

The corridor on the right, no harvest, and the corridor on the left, without harvesting...... With a normal expression, Crane stepped up the wooden staircase to the second floor.

This time, Rand led him into the office facing the staircase, and introduced to the people inside:

"This is the reporter for the Daily Bakerland, Mr. Statham. ”

"He wants to do some interviews with you, but I have to warn you in advance that there are some questions that you have the right to refuse to answer. ”

With a smile on his face, Klein took two steps forward and made a gesture to shake hands with the office staff one by one.

At this moment, he saw a slightly familiar figure.

Although the other party's skin has become bronze, the ordinary round face has become angular, and the glasses have been changed from round frames to gold-rimmed long frames, Klein still found a trace of inexplicable familiarity with the spiritual intuition of a "fortune teller".

Immediately after, his body trembled, and the smile on his face almost went out of control.

"No, I'm sorry, I suddenly, suddenly have a stomachache, excuse me, where is the bathroom?" Klein asked with an embarrassed smile as he covered his abdomen with his hand that didn't hold a pen or sticky note.

Neither Rand nor the people in the office were suspicious, and pointed to the door:

"Go out, turn left, walk to the end, and you'll see the sign. ”

Crane smiled and stepped back, out the door, and walked quickly to the bathroom.

After entering, he picked the toilet compartment closest to the window, sat on the toilet, and locked the wooden door.

He bent his back, grinning at the corners of his mouth, and laughed silently, as if he couldn't straighten up, laughing so hard that a drop of crystal liquid fell to the ground.

Klein has confirmed, that's Lanrius!

This was not based on the lack of familiarity, but the fact that he had sensed another aura in the other party, which impressed him to the extreme!

And this is the main reason why he almost lost control on the spot just now.

The trembling of his body came from instinctive fear and fear!

His emotional breakdown comes from the horror and sadness in the depths of his memory!

Is that

Is that......

That is the breath of the "true Creator"!

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

Klein washed his face and continued the interview as if nothing had happened, even in the face of Lanerus, who had changed so much for some reason, he asked questions and recorded the answers step by step.

After all this, he took his leave from the Dockers' Association and walked out of the poorly lit and slightly dimly lit house.

Outside, the clouds were stacked and the mist was filled, as if it had entered the evening early.

The breath of the "true Creator" can only come from Himself, His Sons, and what extends from there, such as the things He gives, such as His divinity...... This is very much in line with what Lanerus said to Hood Eugen, and with that inexplicable familiarity, I don't have to go to the gray fog to divinate to be sure it's him...... If it weren't for the fact that I had dealt with the True Creator several times and had been exposed to his spiritual pollution, I would not have been able to recognize that the breath that did not contain power and personality belonged to Him...... Klein was in a very solemn mood, but he was relaxed on the outside.

He stood on the street and deliberately sorted out the interview notes.

In the process, he spotted a slightly familiar figure among the homeless people opposite.

Ms. Hugh Klein made an instant guess based on what had happened.

He didn't stop, put away the note, and headed for the station of the railroad carriage.

Just then, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of him.

"We meet again. Sitting in the carriage was a thin but elegant middle-aged gentleman, with gray temples and a very temperamental temperament, who was the great detective who could assist the police in their investigation, Issinger Stanton.

And Klein's appearance at this time is not much different from usual, but he is a little taller and has changed his clothes.

"Coincidentally, I was thinking about the last time I interviewed you. Klein replied deliberately.

Issinger suddenly realized and changed the topic with a smile:

"I'm here to investigate, and I'm primarily responsible for the fact that Sheibel's death has been eliminated, and the place of her death is very close to the dockyard in East Bailang. ”

"Is it a copycat crime?" Klein pretended to know.

After a few pleasantries, he got on the railroad bus and instead of going straight home, he took a ride to the Cragg Club in Hilston.

In the club's lounge, he quickly went to the gray fog to make sure no one was following him.

At this point, Klein completely relaxed and felt afraid.

The breath of the "true creator" haunted his mind like a nightmare, leaving the clothes that fit his back dry and wet, wet and dry.

To be sure of what happened, Klein figured out a yellow-brown parchment and a crimson round-bellied pen in front of him, and then expertly wrote down the divination sentence that he had already considered:

"The source of that inexplicable familiarity before. ”

Putting down the pen and leaning back in his chair, he meditated as he entered the dream.

In that gray and illusory world, he saw a figure.

This figure has ordinary facial features, wears round-rimmed glasses, and always looks down and laughs mockingly, it is none other than Laneus!

I've finally found you!Crane stopped using the "Joker" ability to control his expression, and gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.

Immediately, he sat up straight, ready to answer Miss Justice's prayer.

Klein controlled his emotions and spoke in a low and indifferent voice:

"No need to confirm. ”

"That's Lanrius. ”

"It is possible to inform the Church of the Night Goddess and tell them that there is a divinity of the 'fallen Creator' in Lanrius. ”

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

Audrey, who was watching her father train hounds with Susie, was stunned for a moment when she heard Mr. Fool's response.

"Fallen Creator"...... Isn't this the "true creator"? That fraudster actually has the divinity of the "true creator"? This, this, a simple task actually involves the divinity of the "true creator"! Sure enough, I will say that Mr. "Fool" has another deep purpose...... He is addressing the "true Creator...... Audrey was instantly struck by many ideas.