After waiting for more than half an hour and confirming that there were no accidents, Klein and Emlyn White left Lawyer Jurgen's house. They silently walked forward with their own thoughts on their minds, and soon, they arrived outside 15 Minsk Street.
Vampire Emlyn held his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly.
"The payment has been made. I hope we won't have the chance to meet again."
That was a nice sentence, but Mr. White, did you forget something important? Klein smiled politely.
"I'll visit Bishop Utravsky occasionally. I hope you won't be at the Harvest Church.
"Also, I don't have to help you find a solution to the hypnosis."
Emlyn White's expression immediately turned odd. After two seconds of silence, he raised his chin.
"There are many powerful occultists in our race. I will write to them for help."
With that, he placed his hand on his chest, bowed, and left.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly slowed down, turned his head, and asked hesitantly,
"What are you cooking?"
"Beef Bone Radish Soup. It needs to be paired with rice and chili that's a specialty of the Feynapotter Highlands," Klein said with anticipation as he breathed in the fragrance wafting out of the house.
Emlyn frowned and shook his head.
"Chili doesn't belong to the vampire race."
Frankly speaking, it's hard for me to imagine a vampire eating chili. Of course, I occasionally fantasize about a vampire eating a steamed bun and eating garlic and green onions … Klein criticized in his heart and pointed at the door, indicating that he was about to enjoy his dinner.
Emlyn White considered for a second and lowered his voice.
"I thought about it for a long time last night and realized that you didn't actually do anything. Why did you ask for payment? The old man will let me go at any time. "
Klein chuckled.
"No, that's not how it works. Your parents entrusted me with the task of finding you, not saving you. In the end, I was the one who found you. According to the agreement, the reward should belong to me.
"Also, if I didn't remind you, you might have to stay in the Harvest Church for a few weeks or even a few months before you realize that you can leave freely, and you won't even realize that you've been hypnotized."
"Are you implying my intelligence?" Emlyn's face contorted.
No, I'm saying it explicitly … Klein smiled and didn't say anything else. He opened the door and went straight to the kitchen. His mind was filled with the clear and alluring soup, white rice, soft but chewy beef, marrow hidden deep in the bones, sweet carrots with the fragrance of meat, and chopped Feynapotter highland chili.
Pink rose salt and green coriander leaves of Balam were sprinkled among the fiery fragments.
…
On Thursday morning, as promised, Klein arrived at the cheap café in the East Borough.
Old Kohler, who was still wearing the thick jacket from before, was sitting in a corner, drinking tea that barely tasted like tea with a loaf of black bread.
Klein walked in front of him, took out something he had prepared, and pushed it to him.
It was made up of two five-soli notes, four one-soli notes, and a handful of copper pennies to enhance the effect.
Old Kohler stared straight at them for a while before he reached out with his right hand and took them with trembling hands.
He scrutinized them repeatedly, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and squeezed out a smile.
"At the dock, we move heavy goods and do some troublesome cleaning in the cold, dirty water. It only costs about one soli a day …"
And here, there was a total of 15 soli!
Klein listened in silence. After a few seconds, he said, "That's right.
After a few seconds, he said, "Have you heard anything recently? What did you notice? "
Old Kohler put away the funds, drank another mouthful of tea, and pinched the corner of his eyes.
"I got to know a lot of dock workers and reestablished contact with my friends from when I was a vagrant. Some of them have entered the factory, and some are still constantly going back and forth between the workhouse and the corner of the park. Heh, just like me in the past …
"Recently, there's a saying that since we believe in one of the seven deities, why don't we directly pray to the Creator at the source? It's said that 'He' is in everyone's body, in all things, and hasn't truly passed away.
"Praying to 'Him' will allow us to be redeemed. Not only will we be able to enter 'His' kingdom after death, but we will also have a better life while alive. For example, we don't need to work so hard, and we can have butter and oily meat every day."
This is … the theory of the Mutated Creator spread by the Aurora Order? After the incident with Lanevus, they began to place importance on the poor of the East Borough, the dock area, and the East Borough, hoping to use them to achieve certain goals? I wonder if the three major churches have noticed this phenomenon … They should have … Klein placed the butter between two pieces of toast and took a bite without tasting it.
Old Kohler rambled on for a while.
"Mr. Detective, according to your instructions, I paid attention to the female textile workers. In the end, with the participation of the police, their resistance was defeated. But, hehe, the leaders became the factory's supervisors, and one-third of them lost their jobs.
"Some of them are actively looking for new jobs, some have become street girls, and some have disappeared. The whole East Side is in chaos."
If Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges were in such a situation when he came to Baekeland, then no one would notice him coming to East Borough to secretly kill one or two people every day … Klein sighed inwardly.
Old Kohler continued to talk about his daily experiences.
"By the way, Liv's youngest daughter has gone missing."
"Liv?" Klein confirmed that he had never heard of the name before.
Only then did Old Kohler come to a realization.
"It's the one you and Mr. Reporter saw quarreling with someone last time. She's been doing the laundry at home with her eldest and youngest daughters, but yesterday, one of her two daughters went missing on the way back from delivering the clothes. The younger one is really pitiful. She's been a widow for many years and has always been counting on her two daughters, but in the end … Sigh, the police in East Borough definitely won't put too much effort into looking for her."
Unfortunate people often have even greater misfortune because they don't have the ability to resist risks and change the environment they're in … This sentence suddenly flashed through Klein's mind.
He was silent for a few seconds like a stone statue.
"Take me to see them. I'm a detective, so I might be able to help them find them."
"… They don't have money," Old Kohler reminded him.
Klein picked up his hat and cane.
"I do volunteer work occasionally."
…
Cherwood Borough, in the house the two ladies originally rented.
Xio began her life as a bounty hunter again, while Fors sped up the progress of her new book, hoping to save enough money for the Beyonder ingredients needed for Trickmaster as soon as possible.
However, writing a book wasn't something that could be written just because one wanted to. Fors scratched her hair in frustration and decided to go out for a walk to find inspiration.
As she walked, she found herself unknowingly returning to a familiar place.
Diagonally in front of her was the Yosef Clinic where she had first worked, a rather large private clinic.
After staring for a while, Fors recalled the old lady who had led her into the Beyonder World, so she turned into an alley on the right and took a shortcut to a nearby street.
On both sides of the street were parasol trees with fluttering leaves. It was a relatively quiet place.
Fors remembered that the old lady lived in House 39. Back then, she would occasionally drop by to deliver medicine or injections, and even help with some of the daily chores.
It's been almost three years. That place should've been rented out again. Perhaps there have been several tenants … I still remember that when I came to sort out her belongings, I found a lot of notes that recorded mysticism insights … Fors walked under the leafless parasol tree and slowly approached House 39.
As she recalled her past experiences, she gradually gained some inspiration for her writing.
At that moment, she saw an old man wearing a heavy coat and a half top hat standing at the door of House 39. He rang the doorbell three times.
After a few minutes, no one opened the door. The old man with blue eyes shook his head and turned around.
He muttered in puzzlement, "Still no one …"
He suddenly noticed Fors, who had stopped not far away and was looking over. He hurriedly strode over and smiled warmly and eagerly.
"Beautiful lady, do you live on this block? Do you know Laubero and Aulisa? "
Aulisa? Isn't that the old lady's name? This building hasn't had a tenant recently? Fors deliberated and said,
"I don't know if the Mrs. Aulisa I know is the one you are looking for. She lived here for a long time, but she passed away three years ago."
"He passed away three years ago? Where's Laubero? "The old man with some wrinkles at the corner of his eyes hurriedly asked.
"Her husband passed away before she did," Fors answered honestly.
The old man was stunned for a moment before revealing a sorrowful expression.
He was silent for a moment.
"Thank you, kind lady.
"I'm Laubero's elder brother. I've been living in Midseashire all this time. As I haven't received any letters from them in a long time, I decided to come and take a look.
"Can you tell me what happened to them in those years?"
Mrs. Aulisa's husband's brother … Could he be a descendant of the family she mentioned? Fors suddenly became alert and replied with a smile,
"No problem."
She quickly thought about what she could and couldn't say.
The elder pointed behind him and said, "That's right.
"There's a nice cafe over there."
…
In a slightly old apartment in the East District, Klein once again stepped into the humid room.
He saw the tough woman who had quarreled with the street girl and disdained her occupation standing in the pile of clothes. Her wrinkled face had lost its vigor, lost its vigor of toil, and was lifeless.
Her eldest daughter, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who was squatting in front of the basin and washing clothes, sat by the bed and sobbed.
"It's me. It's all my fault. I didn't keep an eye on her …
"I shouldn't have taken her to 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 suddenly came back to her senses and turned to look at her eldest daughter. She put away her sad expression and said fiercely,
"Why are you crying? Get up and wash your clothes!
"Do you want to go hungry? Don't you want to go to a free school? "
After yelling, she saw Klein and Old Kohler by the door.
"Old Kohler … This is?" she asked in puzzlement.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
