Chapter 71 Instinctive Trembling

At three o'clock in the afternoon, East Balam Dockyard, Dock Workers Association.

Klein was wearing a thick sweater, a tan jacket, and a simple soft hat, making his image closer to that of a common investigative reporter, rather than the kind that often attends banquets and interviews people with status and status—such The attire cost him an extra £10 soli.

At this time, he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his hair was combed back neatly, shining with the luster of ointment, there was no messy beard on his face, only black and deep scum around his lips, and he was at least five centimeters taller than before. There is a clear difference from the image of the worker last night, so that people who are not particularly familiar with it cannot associate it at all.

And in the pockets of his clothes and trousers, there was no "all-black eye", no spells and herbal essential oils, only a deck of Tarot cards, a stack of notes, a fountain pen, a wallet, and a handful of change , a bunch of keys, and a fake press card.

——He didn't know Lanevus's current state, and he didn't know where the powerful Extraordinary people surrounding him came from, so he should be cautious and not bring any suspicious items.

Looking at the two-story building in front of him, Klein crossed the street, pretending not to rely on the "clown"'s intuition, and found that several eyes were staring at him.

He pushed open the door and found that the layout of the dock workers' union was quite crude, with no lady in charge of reception, and no spacious hall. The stairs leading to the second floor were located in the center, with corridors densely packed with offices on both sides, and there were no wooden boards on the floor, let alone The blanket was simply built with cement.

Klein glanced sideways at the man guarding the door, moved closer and said:

"I am a reporter from Backlund Daily. I want to interview the staff of your association to understand your demands and desires."

The man was wearing a jacket with a lot of patches, and even some dirty cotton wool was exposed at the corners. There was only a linen shirt inside.

After hearing the word reporter, he immediately became vigilant, and replied in repeated voices:

"No! We haven't organized a strike recently, no!"

"I think you have misunderstood. I am a person who sympathizes with you. I plan to make a special report describing what the union has done to help workers and the practical difficulties they have encountered. Believe me." Klein borrowed the words of "Joker" Extraordinary ability to make his eyes appear extremely sincere.

"That's it... you go to Mr. Rand, he is our publicity committee member, turn right, the second office on the right." The man hesitated for a few seconds.

"thanks.

Klein saluted with a feigned relief, and felt that the eyes watching him from the dark corner disappeared.

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

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

"May I ask who you are?"

"Is it Mr. Rand? I am Statham, a reporter from "Becklund Daily". This is my press card. I want to do a report on the theme of trade unions to help you get more attention." Klein almost I almost believed that I was a reporter.

"I'm Rand." The middle-aged man glanced at the press card and said hesitantly, obviously unhappy, "I find it hard to believe that you reporters are here to help us."

"I was born in the East District, and I know how miserable the lives of the workers are. If you don't believe my intentions, you can always follow me and monitor every problem I have." Klein suddenly added with a smile, "I have practical A report based on interview materials is better than a report based on imagination, at least you can explain your point of view and guide things in the desired direction.”

Rand touched his scalp and replied hesitantly:

"All right."

"I'll follow you all the way."

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

Afterwards, under Rand's guidance, he entered one office after another, interviewing members of the workers' association according to the pre-set questions.

In the corridor on the right, there is no gain, in the corridor on the left, there is no gain... Klein stepped up the wooden stairs with a normal expression and came to the second floor.

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

"This is a reporter from Backlund Daily, Mr. Statham."

"He wants to do some interviews with you, but I must remind you in advance that you have the right to refuse to answer some questions."

With a smile on his face, Klein took two steps forward, making a gesture of shaking hands with the office staff one by one.

At this moment, he saw a slightly familiar figure.

Although the opponent's skin has turned bronze, his ordinary round face has become sharp-edged, and his glasses have changed from round frames to long gold-rimmed glasses, Klein still found a trace of inexplicable familiarity with the spiritual intuition of a "Seer". .

Immediately afterwards, his body trembled, and the smile on his face almost lost control.

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

Neither Rand nor the staff in the office had any doubts, and they all pointed to the door and said:

"Go out, turn left, go to the end, you can see the sign."

Klein backed away with an apologetic smile, walked out of the room, and headed quickly to the bathroom.

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

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

Klein has already confirmed that it is Lanwusi!

This was not based on the little sense of familiarity, but that he sensed another kind of aura in the other party, one that impressed him to the extreme!

And this was 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 came from the horror and sadness deep in his memory!

That is,

That is……

That is the breath of the "True Creator"!

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

After doing all this well, he bid farewell to leave the dockworkers association, and walked out of the slightly dim house with poor lighting.

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

The aura of the "True Creator" can only come from himself, his descendants, and things that extend from this basis, such as the items he bestows, such as his divinity... This is very consistent with Lanerus's view of The words of Hood Eugene, coupled with the inexplicable sense of familiarity, I can confirm that it is him without going to the gray mist for divination... If I hadn't dealt with the "True Creator" several times , and was often exposed to his spiritual pollution, it was impossible to recognize that the aura that did not contain power and personality belonged to Him... Klein was in a very serious mood, but his appearance was very relaxed.

Standing on the street, he deliberately sorted out the interview notes.

During this process, he caught sight of Youdao, a slightly familiar figure among the homeless people opposite.

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

He didn't stop, put away the note, and walked towards the stop of the tram.

At this moment, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of him.

"We meet again." Sitting in the carriage was a thin but elegant middle-aged gentleman. His gray temples were very handsome. He was the great detective who could assist the police in investigating the case, Isengard Stanton.

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

"What a coincidence, I was thinking about the interview with you last time." Klein replied deliberately.

Essinger suddenly realized, and changed the subject with a smile:

"I came here to investigate the case. Xibel's death case was eliminated, and I was mainly responsible for it. The place of her death is very close to the East Balam Dock."

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

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he got on the tram, and instead of going home, he took a bus to the Cragg Club in Hillston.

In the lounge of the club, he quickly went above the gray fog to confirm that no one was following him.

It wasn't until this step that Klein completely relaxed, feeling the fear behind him.

The breath of the "True Creator" was like a nightmare, lingering in his mind, making the clothes next to his back dry and wet, wet and dry.

To be sure, Klein presented a piece of yellow-brown parchment and a dark red round-bellied pen in front of him, and wrote down the divination statement that he had considered long ago:

"The source of the inexplicable familiarity before."

Putting down the pen, leaning back against the back of the chair, he fell into a dream while meditating.

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

This figure has ordinary features, wears round-rimmed glasses, and always has a look down and a mocking smile. It is Lan Erwusi!

Finally found you! Klein no longer used the "clown" 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 said in a low and indifferent voice:

"No confirmation required."

"That's Lanwusi."

"You can inform the Church of the Evernight Goddess and tell them that Lanerus has the divinity of the 'Fallen Creator'."

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Audrey, who was watching her father training the hounds with Susie, was taken aback on the spot when she heard Mr. Fool's response.

"Fallen Creator"... Isn't this the "True Creator"? That scammer actually has the divinity of the "true creator"? This, this, a simple task actually involves the divinity of the "True Creator"! Sure enough, I said that Mr. "Fool" has another deep-seated purpose... He is targeting the "True Creator"... As expected of Mister "Fool"! Audrey suddenly had many thoughts.