Old Kohler seemed a little afraid of the other party's toughness and subconsciously took a step back.
'Liv, this is a detective. He wants to help you find Daisy. '
Liv's wrinkled and peeling face turned to Klein and said coldly,
"We've already called the police."
She may be in her thirties, but she looks closer to fifty.
Klein looked around the room where many wet clothes were hanging. He vaguely remembered that there was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl here the last time he was here. She was carefully holding a simple and crude homemade iron, dealing with the clothes that had been dried and wrinkled. There were many burn marks on her hands.
She's the "lost" Daisy … Klein looked back at the laundry maid, Liv, and said in an emotionless tone, "That's right.
"Do you believe that the East Side police will really look for Daisy?
"Are you sure that the people who caused Daisy to 'go missing' won't set their sights on your house?
"You want to lose another daughter after losing one?"
The cruel but heart-wrenching words reached Liv's ears. The indifferent expression on her face crumbled bit by bit. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The corners of her eyes gradually turned red.
She suddenly lowered her head, and said to herself in pain and despair:
"I don't have money …"
The room suddenly became quiet. Even the sobbing girl didn't make a sound.
Klein pursed his lips and exhaled silently.
"I do volunteer work occasionally, purely to help others. Hehe, I haven't done it in a long time. Please give me a chance."
"Volunteer?" Liv raised her head and chewed on the word.
Klein nodded slightly.
"This commission is free. No, it's not completely free. Kindness will bring me great satisfaction.
"Since you don't have any other way, why not give it a try?"
Liv was silent for a moment. She raised her palm that was wrinkled and swollen from being soaked in water for a long time, wiped her eyes, and said in a deep voice,
"Mr. Detective, you, you really are a kind, kind gentleman …"
Her voice suddenly choked.
"… Here's what happened. At noon the day before yesterday, Freja led Daisy back with a batch of laundry. It was just outside East Borough, and they had to go to several streets.
"In order to rush back for lunch, Freja chose a secluded alley, but when she wasn't paying attention, she realized that Daisy, who was behind her, had disappeared.
"She went back the way she had come, but never found it, and Daisy never came back.
"Freya, where were you?"
The girl called Freya had already stood up, her eyes red and swollen.
She sobbed and said,
"Right here, in Hatchet Lane, Detective. Is Daisy going to be all right?"
"Probably," Klein replied without any expression.
He looked around, then asked, "What's the matter?
"Anything that Daisy always carried? I can borrow a police dog. It has an excellent sense of smell and can find the target by following the smell they left behind. "
"… No." Liv, the laundry maid, thought for a moment and said with a sad expression.
Freja shed tears again, feeling that things seemed to have reached a dead end again.
Suddenly, she blinked and said,
"Yes, there is one thing.
"Daisy's vocabulary book!"
"Vocabulary book?" Old Kohler asked from the side.
Liv sniffed and said, "I got Freya and Daisy to go to the free school at night.
"I let Freja and Daisy go to the free school at night. I can keep washing clothes, but they … they can't keep doing this."
This lady is such a good mother … Klein couldn't help but sigh.
Free schools were night schools established by the three Churches or certain charitable organizations. Classes were held from eight to ten in the evening, and they didn't charge any fees at all. They would even provide writing tools and a certain amount of paper for free. It was considered an education aimed at illiteracy, and at most, it involved some religious knowledge. Old Neil had once been a teacher at the Evernight Goddess's free school for a few years, and Klein had heard him mention some things.
As there were very few people who volunteered to be a teacher at a free school, a unique teaching model was formed. The teacher would arrive early, gather the students with the best learning progress, and instill the content of the day into them. Then, they would be in charge of teaching the different classes, and the teacher would patrol back and forth to correct any mistakes. This was known as the "tutoring system."
Corresponding to the free schools were free organizations such as technical workers' workshops. They were the few channels that the poor could come into contact with to escape their social class.
Unfortunately, there were too few such organizations. They were like a drop in the bucket, and it was difficult for them to play any substantial role.
At this moment, Freja added while sobbing, "Daisy loves to learn.
She's already been confirmed by the teacher to be her class's tutor. She'll put the pieces of paper with the words she copied together, and every day, she'll sleep with them as her pillow. Then, she'll wake up early and go out to the streets to recite under the morning light. She's always regretted that there aren't any streetlights nearby … "
As she spoke, Freja rushed back to the bunk bed and took out a stack of crumpled paper from under the tattered pillow.
Due to being in a humid environment for a long period of time, the words copied on it were a little blurry.
The edges of the paper were also worn, as if it had been flipped around for a long period of time.
"Mr. Detective, i-is this okay?" Freja handed the so-called vocabulary book, which wasn't bound at all, to Klein with both hands and asked eagerly.
"Yes," Klein answered very succinctly.
He wasn't trying to comfort Freja. Although such items weren't the kind that could be carried around, they would accompany the target for a long period of time and project a strong belief in them. They were excellent materials for using dowsing to find people.
He casually flipped through the vocabulary book and said, "Then I'll start taking action.
"Then I'll start moving. The sooner I find Daisy, the better."
Liv and Freja couldn't find the words to describe their feelings. They could only watch as Klein and Old Kohler left, repeatedly saying "thank you," "thank you, Mr. Detective," and "thank you, kind gentleman."
After leaving the apartment, Klein turned his head to Old Kohler.
"Pay attention to the female textile workers who have lost their jobs, especially those who haven't found a new job or become a street girl. Pay special attention to those who have gone off to who knows where …
"Pay attention to your own safety. Ask less and listen more. If you do this well, you'll get a bonus."
"Alright!" Old Kohler nodded heavily.
He didn't leave immediately. After hesitating for a moment, he asked in an expectant tone,
After hesitating for a moment, he asked in an expectant tone, "Mr. Detective, you'll definitely be able to find Daisy, right?"
"I can only say that I'll do my best." Klein didn't make any guarantees.
Old Kohler sighed and smiled bitterly.
"I lost my own child, so this is the last thing I want to see …"
He waved his hand and walked towards another street.
As for Klein, he left at an unhurried pace. On the way, he used Daisy's "vocabulary book" to wrap the tip of his cane. Without attracting any attention, he completed a Dowsing Rod Search.
There's a result. Northwest … I can't confirm if there's any interference or misdirection for the time being … He looked down at the direction where the cane was about to fall and reached out to support it.
Following the revelation, Klein left East Borough and hired a rental carriage.
More than half an hour later, the carriage, which occasionally adjusted its direction, stopped at Iris Street in Cherwood Borough near West Borough. It stopped in front of a house with a vast lawn, a wide garden, a small fountain square, and a marble statue.
At this moment, in the carriage, Klein's cane had fallen down and was aimed straight at that direction!
Through the window, Klein saw patrolling guards and vicious dogs with their tongues hanging out behind the iron gate.
The security there was quite tight.
More importantly, even without divination, he could sense that there was quite a bit of danger lurking within with his spiritual intuition!
What is this place? How could Daisy's disappearance involve such a dangerous place? Klein pondered for a few seconds and ordered the coachman to continue forward.
The coachman replied with some surprise,
"Sir, are you not here to visit Mr. Capim?"
Capim? Klein found the name very familiar.
He smiled and asked in return,
"Why do you think so?"
"People often come out from East Borough and take my carriage here. Heh heh, this is the home of the tycoon, Mr. Capim," the coachman replied casually.
East Borough … Capim … Tycoon … Klein suddenly recalled who Capim was.
In many rumors, he was the leader of a criminal organization whose hands were stained with blood, and he was involved in the disappearance of many innocent girls!
And in reality, he was a tycoon who knew many important figures.
Klein didn't say anything else. He leaned back against the wall and half-closed his eyes.
The carriage slowly moved forward, and the luxurious villa swept backward, disappearing through the glass window.
…
In a cubicle in a coffee shop.
Fors already knew that the elder's name was Lawrence Nord. He came from Constant City in Midseashire and was a public school teacher.
He doesn't know that Mrs. Aulisa's husband is dead, nor does he know that Mrs. Aulisa has inherited his inheritance and become a Beyonder. He didn't expect Mrs. Aulisa to leave her belongings to me … Could he also be a Beyonder? Does he have the ability to divine? Fors drank a mouthful of Fermo coffee and organized her words.
"I was once a doctor at the nearby Yusuf Clinic, and Mrs. Aulisa often came to see me. Back then, her husband, Mr. Laubero, had already passed away …
"… I would occasionally talk to her and help her do some things, such as …
"So, she eventually made a will, giving me her savings and cash, and donating her jewelry, books, furniture, and other items to charity. This was supervised by a law firm she appointed."
What Fors said was the truth, but it wasn't the entire truth.
Lawrence pinched his forehead and said, "What a pity.
I can't understand why Aulisa didn't contact me during those years. "
"She didn't mention your name, and she was vaguely dissatisfied with Mr. Laubero's relatives," Fors answered frankly.
Lawrence was silent for a moment.
"Thank you for telling me. It made me understand some things.
"By the way, where are Laubero and Aulisa buried?"
"Grimm Cemetery." Fors took out her pocket watch from her bag and glanced at it. "Mr. Lawrence, I still have matters to attend to. I should leave."
Lawrence didn't stop her. He got up and sent her off.
After sitting down again, he rubbed his Sun acupoint in distress and muttered to himself,
Laubero passed away, and he didn't leave behind any children. I wonder where Aulisa took his Beyonder characteristic … Richard died at the hands of the Aurora Order … Sam didn't want to contact us at all. He didn't want to bear the responsibility of his family name …
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