Chapter 69 This Is the Eastern District

In the teaching building of the medical school that was about to be abandoned, Audrey, who had finished the party and was leaving in a circle, was suddenly in a trance, and saw the familiar thick gray fog and the vague figure standing high in the center of the gray fog.

"Here's the clue."

Accompanied by Mister Fool's deep voice is a photo-like scene, and it's still a colorful photo!

Standing in the shadows was a man who was nearly two meters tall and not burly, wearing a black priest's uniform. His light yellow hair was soft and slightly curly, and his dark brown eyes were indifferently hiding viciousness. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, as withdrawn as a wolf.

clue? Clues to the East End Dharavi Street bombing and Gavin's misstep and drowning? This is the murderer? Audrey was startled for a moment, but immediately realized something.

Mister Fool now has a clue... He is really powerful, no, omnipotent... After secretly sighing, she turned her head and looked at Forsi beside her.

As soon as Forsi took off her mask, took off her surgical cap, and got into the carriage, she noticed Miss Audrey's slightly strange gaze, and immediately asked in doubt:

"Is there something on my face?"

"No." Audrey withdrew her gaze, followed and sat down, removing her disguise.

Forsi recalled the previous gathering, and asked curiously:

"Miss Audrey, why didn't you ask for the 'spectator' formula? Only in this way can you establish a connection with the Psychological Alchemist Association."

She remembered that the generous and generous Miss Audrey remained silent almost the entire time, listening most of the time, only selling some spiritual materials and buying other varieties accordingly.

Audrey smiled slightly and said:

"This is my first gathering in this circle, I think it is more important to observe and wait."

"I am looking forward to the formula of the potion, and I am even more looking forward to the magical items, but I told myself that there is no need to be in such a hurry. It is a better strategy to get familiar with it before acting."

This is also the "professional habit" of the "spectator" pathway, and there are no extraordinary materials that Mister "World" wants, such as the spinal fluid of the evil-striped black panther, the marrow crystals of the elf spring... Audrey silently added.

Forsi looked at the girl who was not yet eighteen years old, and suddenly felt that the girl was more mature than ever before.

She suddenly laughed at herself and said:

"If I had been like you,

Precious opportunities will not be wasted. "

Audrey smiled reservedly, responded, and said instead:

"I will ask some special friends tomorrow morning to see if they have any clues about the bombing on Dharavi Street. You and Hugh are waiting for news at the old place."

"Okay." Fors nodded without doubt.

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Klein didn't return to Minsk Street at night, and slept directly in a one-bedroom on Black Palm Street in the East District.

He was afraid that the suspected murderer, the man in black priest uniform and his accomplices, was looking for him all over the street at this time.

Although the chances of encountering him are not high, and he had disguised himself before, the other party might not be able to recognize him, but since the result of divination indicates that there is a certain possibility, then Klein is more cautious and sleeps in the East District for a night.

It was just dawn, and he changed into another dark blue worker's uniform, put on a light brown peaked cap, left the room, walked down the stairs, and entered the street.

At this time, pale yellowish mist permeated the surroundings, and the figures of people passing by were indistinct, and the coldness of the morning soaked into the clothes.

Klein lowered his head and hurried on his way, exactly like the pedestrians around him who got up early to work.

While walking, he saw in front of him a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s, with gray temples and a thick jacket, who was walking on the same spot tremblingly, and tremblingly took out a cigarette and a bag from the inside pocket of his clothes. Box of matches is very empty.

As soon as he opened the matchbox, his right hand suddenly shook, and the crumpled cigarette fell to the ground and rolled in front of Klein.

Klein stopped his steps, picked it up casually, and handed it to the other party.

"Thank you, thank you! This is my old buddy, there are not many left." The middle-aged man sincerely thanked him and took the cigarette.

His face was blue and white, his beard seemed to have not been shaved for a long time, and his tiredness showed unreservedly from the corners of his brows and eyes, and he added with a sigh:

"I haven't slept for another night. I don't know how many more days I can last. I hope the Lord will bless me so that I can enter the workhouse today."

This is the homeless man who was driven away... Klein asked casually:

"Why don't the king and ministers allow you to sleep in the park?"

"Who knows? But in this weather, if you sleep outside, you may not be able to wake up again. It's better to find a warmer place during the day, hey, so you don't have time and energy to find a job." Then The middle-aged and elderly man lit a cigarette and took a puff happily.

His energy seemed to recover a little because of this, and he walked side by side with Klein, walking toward the end of the fog or the depths of the fog.

Klein had no intention of exchanging pleasantries, and planned to get rid of him quickly, but at this moment, he suddenly saw the middle-aged man who spoke clearly bent down and picked up a black object from the ground.

It appeared to be a well-gnawed apple core.

The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva, stuffed the dirty, soil-covered fruit core into his mouth, bitten it into pieces, and then ate it all skillfully, without leaving any residue.

Seeing Klein's surprised gaze, he wiped his mouth, shrugged, and said with a bitter smile:

"I haven't eaten for almost three days."

These words suddenly hit Klein's heart, and made him feel indescribably touched.

He sighed silently, smiled and said:

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself just now. I'm a reporter and I'm reporting on homeless people. Can I interview you? Let's go to the cafe in front."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then smiled and said:

"No problem, it's much warmer inside than on the street."

"If you can stay a little longer after the interview, so that I can sleep in it for half an hour, no, a quarter of an hour, that would be even better."

Klein opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer, so he just silently led the "interview subject" into the cheap cafe at the corner of the street.

The tables and chairs of the cafe are quite greasy. Because of the walls and windows, there are many customers. The average temperature is indeed much higher than that on the street.

The middle-aged man scratched his throat to hide his Adam's apple wriggling from the scent.

Klein motioned for him to sit down, and he went to the place where he ordered food. He ordered two large cups of tea, a plate of lamb stewed with tender peas, two pieces of bread, two pieces of toast, one piece of low-quality butter, and one piece of margarine. 17.5p.

"Eat, you can only interview when you're full." When the food was ready, Klein brought them back to his table.

"For me?" The middle-aged man asked in anticipation and surprise.

"Except for a piece of toast and a cup of tea, everything else is yours." Klein responded with a smile.

The middle-aged man wiped his eyes and said with a choked voice:

"...You, you are really a kind person."

"If you've been hungry for a long time, don't eat too fast." Klein warned.

"I know, an old man of mine died like this." The middle-aged man tried his best to eat slowly, picked up the tea from time to time, and gulped down a big gulp.

Klein simply settled the toast and watched quietly, waiting for the other party to finish eating.

"Huh, I've had three months. No, I haven't eaten so much in half a year. In the poorhouse, the food is just enough." After a while, the middle-aged man put down his spoon, and there was an empty dinner plate in front of him.

Klein pretended to be a reporter and asked casually:

"How did you become a bum?"

"It was a bit of bad luck. I was a fairly decent worker with a wife and two lovely children, a boy and a girl, but a few years ago a contagious disease took them away. I also lived in a hospital for a long time, lost my job, lost my wealth, and lost my family. Since then, I have often been unable to find a job, have no money to rent a house, have no money to eat, and can only wander in different streets and a certain place. These parks made me very weak, and it was even harder to find a job..." The middle-aged man said numbly with some aftertaste and sadness.

He took a sip of tea, sighed and spoke again:

"I can only wait for the opportunity to enter the workhouse, but you know, each workhouse has a limit on the number of people. If I am lucky and queue up in time, I can live a good life for a few days, recover a little bit of physical strength, and then find a temporary job." The job, um, temporary, soon, I will lose my job again, repeat the previous process again, I don’t know how long I can hold on like this.”

"I should have been a good worker."

Klein thought for a while and said, "How many cigarettes do you have left?"

"There are not many." The middle-aged and elderly man smiled bitterly, "This is my last property, the only thing left when I was kicked out by the landlord, heh, you can't take them into the workhouse, I will secretly take them Hidden in the crevices of clothes. Only when it was the most difficult time, I took it out and sucked one to give myself hope, I don’t know how long I can last, let me tell you, I was a good worker back then.”

Klein is not a professional reporter, so he didn't know what to ask.

He turned his head to look out the window, and saw faces with obvious hunger.

Some are still awake, they are residents of the East End, and some are so numb and tired that they are not human, they are homeless people.

There is no obvious gap between the two. The former can easily become the latter. For example, the gentleman in front of me... Klein turned around, only to find that the middle-aged man had fallen asleep, curled up in a chair and fell asleep.

After a few minutes of silence, Klein went over to wake him up and gave him a handful of copper pennies:

"This is the interview fee."

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you!" The middle-aged man didn't come back to his senses for a moment, and when Klein walked to the door, he raised his voice and said, "I will go to a cheap hotel to take a shower, have a good sleep, and then look for a job."

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At noon, Klein attended a banquet at Summer's house, with a total of ten guests.

Steaks with cider, roast chicken, fried fish, sausages, creamy soups, many delicacies and two bottles of champagne and a bottle of red wine.

On the way back to the bathroom, he met Mrs. Starling Summer, so he sincerely thanked:

"Very sumptuous lunch, thank you for your hospitality."

"It cost 4 pounds and 8 solis in total. The three bottles of wine are the most expensive, but they are all Luke's collection. He has a wine cabinet." Mrs. Starling, who is still pretty, replied with a smile.

Without waiting for Klein to speak, she turned to say: "Only about Mary, you earned 10 pounds. If you can maintain this kind of good luck, you will be able to hold a similar banquet soon. For people of our class Say, invite friends and be invited by friends once a month."

Klein has long been accustomed to the other party's style, and complimented him politely:

"Well, but I can only be like you when my annual income is stable at 400 pounds."

Starling raised her chin slightly, trying to make her smile light:

"430 pounds, there must be 430 pounds."

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Docklands, East Balam Dock, Workers Union Tavern.

Hugh wore much padded boots and a bushy beard to make himself look like a short man.

She recalled the portrait she saw from Miss Audrey, trying to firmly imprint the appearance of the suspected murderer in her mind.

If Gavin was also killed by him, then he probably frequented this tavern... Hugh ordered a glass of rye beer and a lunch, huddled in a corner, ate slowly, and looked around secretly from time to time, looking for targets.

After a while, the door of the tavern was pushed open again, Xio looked over reflexively.

Seeing this, her pupils contracted like needlepoints, and she almost turned into a stone statue.

The customer who came in was nearly two meters tall!