After waiting for more than half an hour and making sure that there were no accidents, Klein and Emlyn White left the Jürgen's house, and each moved forward in silence, and soon arrived outside 15 Minsk Street.

The vampire Emlyn clenched his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly:

"The payment has been made, and I hope we will never have the opportunity to meet again in the future. ”

That's a good statement, but Mr. White, have you forgotten something important? Crane smiled politely:

"I will visit Bishop Utravsky once in a while, and hopefully you will not be in Harvest Church by then.

"And I don't have to rush to help you find a solution to the psychological suggestion. ”

Emlyn White's expression suddenly became quite strange, and he was silent for two seconds before raising his chin and saying:

"There are many powerful occultists in our bloodline, and I will write to them for help. ”

After speaking, he pressed his hand to his chest and saluted to leave.

Turning around and taking a few steps, he suddenly slowed down, turned his head, and asked hesitantly:

"You're here, what are you cooking?"

"Beef bone radish soup with rice and the kind of chili peppers that are a specialty of the Fenerport Highlands. Crane said expectantly, breathing in the scent wafting from the room.

Emlyn frowned and shook his head:

"Chili peppers are not in the aesthetic realm of the Bloodline. ”

Frankly, it's hard for me to imagine a vampire eating chili, and of course, I occasionally imagine a vampire holding a white steamed bun and nibbling on garlic and green onions...... Crane sneered, pointed to the door, and signaled that he was about to have dinner.

Emlyn White thought for a second, lowered his voice, and said thoughtfully:

"I thought about it for a long time last night, and found out that you didn't really do anything, so why should you ask for payment? ”

Klein snorted:

"No, that's not the case, your parents entrusted you with the task of finding you, not rescuing you, and in the end, it was I who found you, and according to the agreement, the reward should belong to me.

"Also, if I hadn't reminded you, you might have to spend weeks and months in the Harvest Chapel before you knew you were free to leave and not be aware that you were being hinted at. ”

"Are you alluding to my IQ?" Emlyn's face twisted.

No, it's explicit...... Crane smiled and didn't say anything more, opened the door and went straight to the kitchen, full of bright and tempting soup, white rice, soft but chewy beef, pith hidden deep in the bones, sweet and greasy carrots with a meaty aroma, and chopped Feneport Plateau peppers.

In the fiery shards, pink rose salt and green Byron coriander leaves were sprinkled.

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

Early Thursday morning, Klein made his way to the cheap café on the East End, as promised.

Old Kohler, still wearing his previous thick jacket, was sitting in the corner, pairing a strip of black bread with tea that barely tasted tea.

Klein came across from him, took out what he had prepared a long time ago, and pushed it to the other party.

It was a fund consisting of two 5 sole, four 1 sole, and a handful of copper pennies specially designed to increase the effect.

Old Kohler looked straight at them for a moment before he stretched out his right hand and took it tremblingly.

He looked at it repeatedly, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, squeezed out a smile and said:

"At the docks, we carry heavy loads, step on the icy dirty water to do some troublesome cleanups, and only about 1 sso a day......"

And here is a full 15 soles!

Klein listened silently, and said after a few seconds:

"What have you heard lately, and what have you noticed?"

Old Kohler put away his funds, took another sip of tea, pinched the corners of his eyes and said:

"I got to know a lot of dock workers and reconnected with my old homeless friends, some of them in the factory, some of them still going back and forth in the workhouse and in the corner of the park, heh, just like I used to......

"Recently there has been a saying out of nowhere that if we believe in one of the seven gods, why don't we pray directly to the Creator of the Source, that He is in every body, in all things, and has not really passed away.

Praying to Him will give us salvation, not only to enter His kingdom after death, but also to have a better life in life, for example, not having to work so hard, having butter every day, and having oily meat every day, every day. ”

This...... After the incident of Lanerus, they began to pay attention to the poor people of the Eastside, the Docklands, and the Eastside, hoping to use them for certain purposes?I wonder if the three major churches have noticed this phenomenon...... There should be...... Klein sandwiched the butter between two slices of toast and took a bite of it.

Old Kohler babbled for a while and said:

"Mr. Detective, as you commanded, I took note of the textile women, and in the end, with the addition of the police, their struggle failed, but, hehe, the leading ones became the directors of the factory, and a third lost their jobs.

"Some of them are actively looking for new jobs, some of them have become street girls, some of them don't know where they have gone, and the whole East End is in chaos. ”

If this was the case when "Lieutenant General Hurricane" Zillingers came to Beckland, then he came to the East End every day to quietly kill one or two people, and no one could find out at all, and no one could pay attention...... Klein sighed inwardly.

The elder Kohler continued to tell some of his daily observations:

"By the way, Liv's youngest daughter is missing. ”

"Liv?" Klein confirmed he hadn't heard of the name.

Old Kohler suddenly said:

"It's the lady who quarreled with people that you and Mr. Reporter saw last time, she has been taking her eldest daughter and younger daughter to do pulp washing work at home, but yesterday, on the way back from sending clothes to her two daughters, she lost one, the younger one, it's really pitiful, she has been a widow for many years, and has been counting on her two daughters, and the result is ...... Hey, the police in the East Side will definitely not look too hard to find it. ”

There is often greater misfortune in unfortunate people because they do not have the ability to resist risks and change their circumstances...... Crane's mind flashed through the words.

He was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Take me to see them, I'm a detective, maybe I can help them find someone. ”

“...... They don't have any money. Kohler Sr. reminded.

Crane picked up his hat and cane and said:

"I do volunteer occasionally. ”

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

Joe Wood, in the house where the two women were renting.

Hugh began his life as a bounty hunter again, and Firth hastened the progress of his new book, hoping to save up as soon as possible enough money for the extraordinary materials needed by the "master of tricks".

But writing a book is not something that you can write if you want to, so Furth grabbed his hair irritably and decided to go out for a walk in search of inspiration.

As she walked, she found herself unconsciously back in a familiar place.

Diagonally in front of her was the Yusuf Clinic, where she first worked, a sizable private practice.

After staring for a while, Fur thought of the old lady who had led him into the otherworld, turned into the alley on the right, and approached a nearby street.

The street is lined with plane trees with fallen leaves, making it a relatively quiet place.

The old lady lived in the house at No. 39 as she remembered—she would occasionally deliver medicine or injections, or even help with daily chores.

"It's been almost three years, and it should be rented out again, maybe several tenants...... I still remember when I came to sort through the relics, I found a lot of notes that recorded my occult thoughts...... "Furth walked under the plane tree, which had no leaves left, and slowly approached the house at No. 39.

Reminiscing about her past experiences, she gradually gained some inspiration to write.

At that moment, she saw an old man in a heavy tweed coat and a half-height black top hat standing at the door of House 39 and ringing the doorbell three times.

After a few minutes, no one opened the door, and the old man with blue eyes shook his head and turned around, and whispered in confusion:

"Still no one ......"

He suddenly found Furth, who was not far away, looking at this side, and hurriedly took a step, walked over, and smiled gently and eagerly:

"Beautiful lady, do you live in this neighborhood? do you know Lauboro and Lisa?"

Ann Lisa, isn't that the name of the old lady, and there have been no tenants in this house lately?

"I don't know if the Mrs. Lisa I know is the one you're looking for, she lived here for a long time, but passed away three years ago. ”

"He passed away three years ago?" asked the old man, who only had some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"Her husband died before her. Furth replied honestly.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and immediately showed a sad expression.

He was silent for a moment and said:

"Thank you, kind lady.

"I'm the elder brother of Lauboro, and I've been living in Makai County, and I haven't heard a letter from them for a long time, so I decided to come and have a look.

"Can you tell me a little bit about what they went through in those years?"

The older brother of Mrs. Ann Lisa's husband...... Could it be the descendants of the family she was talking about? Furth suddenly woke up and replied with a smile:

"No problem. ”

She thought quickly about what she could and couldn't say.

The old man pointed to the side and said:

"There is a nice café there. ”

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

In the East End, in a slightly dated apartment, Klein stepped into the damp room again.

He saw the sturdy woman who had quarreled with the street girl last time, and disdained the other party's profession, standing in the pile of clothes, her wrinkled face had lost its lustre, lost its strength to work, and was lifeless.

And her eldest daughter, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who had squatted in front of the basin last time and washed her clothes, sat on the edge of the bed and kept sobbing:

"It's me, it's all my fault, I didn't take a good look at her......

"I shouldn't have taken her down a secluded alley.

She also said that she would learn a few more words in the free school tonight......

"It's me, it's all my fault......"

Liv, the pulp washer, suddenly came back to her senses, turned her head to look at her eldest daughter, put away her sad expression, and said viciously:

"Why are you crying? Get up and do your laundry!

"Do you want to go hungry? Do you want to go to free school?"

After yelling, she saw Crane and Khloe Sr. by the door.

"Old Kohler...... Who is this?" she asked, confused.

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