Chapter 159 The Disappearance Incident

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 each walked silently with their own thoughts on their minds, and soon arrived outside No. 15 Minsk Street.

The vampire Emlyn pressed his fist to his mouth, coughed lightly and said:

"The remuneration has been paid, and I hope there will be no chance to meet again in the future."

This sentence is pretty cool, but Mr. White, have you forgotten something important? Klein smiled politely:

"I'll visit Bishop Utravsky once in a while, and I hope you won't be at the Harvest Church then.

"Besides, I don't have to be so busy looking for a solution to your 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 mystics in our blood family, I will write to them for help."

After speaking, he put his hands on his chest and bowed to leave.

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

"You are here, what are you cooking?"

"Beef bone and radish soup needs to be served with rice and the kind of pepper that is a specialty of the Fenepot plateau." Klein breathed in the aroma wafting from the house, and said expectantly.

Emlyn frowned and shook his head, saying:

"Chili is not in the aesthetic field of the blood race."

Frankly speaking, it's also hard for me to imagine a vampire eating chili peppers. Of course, I occasionally imagine a vampire holding white steamed buns and eating garlic and green onions... Klein slandered, pointed to the door, and motioned for himself to enjoy it. It's dinner.

Emlyn White considered for a second, lowered his voice, and said after deliberation:

"I thought about it for a long time last night, and found that you didn't do anything, why did you ask for payment? The old man will let me leave at any time."

Klein let out a hey:

"No, that's not how it works. The task entrusted by your parents is to find you, not to save you. In the end, I found you. According to the agreement, the reward should belong to me.

"in addition,

If I hadn't reminded you, you might have stayed at Harvest Church for weeks and months before you knew you were free to leave and wouldn't be able to realize that you were being hinted at. "

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

No, it was clearly stated... Klein smiled and didn't say anything else. He opened the door and entered the house, and went straight to the kitchen. The marrow hidden deep in the bones, the sweet and greasy radish with meaty aroma, and the chopped Feneport plateau pepper.

In that fiery shard, there's also a sprinkling of pink rose salt and green Balam long cilantro.

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On Thursday morning, Klein came to the cheap coffee shop in the East District as agreed.

The old Kohler, who was still wearing the thick jacket before, was sitting in the corner, pairing a piece of black bread with tea that could barely taste the tea.

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

It consisted of two 5 soli notes, four 1 soli notes, and a handful of copper pennies for added effect.

Old Kohler stared straight at them, and after a while, 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 pier, we carried heavy cargo, stepped on the cold and dirty water to do some troublesome cleaning, and it only cost about 1 soli a day..."

And here is a full 15 soli!

Klein listened silently, and said after a few seconds:

"What have you heard recently? What have you noticed?"

The old Kohler put away the 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 friends I used to know when I was wandering. Some of them entered the factory, and some were still going back and forth between the workhouse and the corner of the park. Oh, just like I used to...

"Recently, I don't know where there is a saying that since we believe in one of the seven gods, why don't we pray directly to the Creator at the source? Said that He is in everyone's body, in all things, and there is no true God. passed away.

"Praying to Him will allow us to be redeemed. Not only will we be able to enter His kingdom of heaven after death, but we will also have a better life during our lifetime. For example, we don't need to work so hard, and we can have butter every day and sizzling meat. ,available everyday."

This... the variant Creator theory that Aurora will spread? After what happened to Lanwusi, they began to pay attention to the poor people in the East End, Docklands, and East End, hoping to use them to achieve certain goals? I don't know if the three major churches have noticed this phenomenon... Probably so... Klein sandwiched the butter between two slices of toast, and took a bite without knowing the taste.

After the old Kohler rambled for a while, he said:

"Mr. Detective, according to your instructions, I have paid attention to the matter of the female textile workers. In the end, with the joining of the police, their struggle failed, but, hehe, those leading people became the supervisors of the factory, and a third of them People lost their jobs.

"Some of them are actively looking for new jobs, some have become street girls, and some don't know where they went. The whole east side is in chaos."

If "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Chillingus was in this situation when he came to Backlund, then he would quietly kill one or two people in the Eastern District every day, and no one would find out, no one would pay attention... Klein sighed in his heart With a sound.

The old Kohler continued to talk about some daily experiences:

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

"Liv?" Klein confirmed that he had never heard of this name.

The old Kohler suddenly said:

"It's the washer woman you and the reporter saw last time who was arguing with others. She has been taking her eldest daughter and younger daughter to do the washing work at home, but yesterday, on the way back from her two daughters to deliver clothes, one of them got lost. , the younger one, it’s really pitiful, she has been a widow for many years, and she has been counting on her two daughters, but in the end...hey, the police in the East District will definitely not look for it too hard. "

Unlucky people often have greater misfortune, because they do not have the ability to resist risks and change their environment... Such a sentence suddenly flashed in Klein's mind.

He was silent for a few seconds like a stone sculpture:

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

"...They have no money." Old Kohler reminded.

Klein picked up his hat and cane and said:

"I also do volunteer work occasionally."

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In the Jowood District, the house where the two ladies originally rented.

Xio started the life of a bounty hunter again, while Forsi accelerated the progress of the new book, hoping to save enough money for the extraordinary materials needed by the "Master of Magic" as soon as possible.

But writing a book doesn't mean you can write it if you want to. Forsi scratched her hair irritably, and decided to go for a walk to find inspiration.

As she walked, she found that she had unknowingly returned to a familiar place.

Diagonally in front of her is the Yousef clinic where she first worked, a rather large private clinic.

After staring for a while, Forle thought of the old lady who led him into the extraordinary world, so he turned to the alley on the right and took a shortcut to a nearby street.

There are sycamore trees with fluttering leaves on both sides of this street, and it is a relatively quiet place.

Forsi remembered that the old lady lived in the house at No. 39—she would occasionally come to deliver medicine or injections, and even help with some daily chores.

"It's been almost three years. It should be rented out again. Maybe it has changed several tenants... I still remember that when I came to sort out the relics, I found a lot of notes recording mysticism..." Forsi walked under the sycamore tree with no leaves left, and slowly approached the house at No. 39.

Recalling her past experiences, she gradually had some inspiration for writing.

At this moment, she saw an old man in a heavy wool coat and a half-height black top hat standing at the door of the house at No. 39, and 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, whispering in doubt:

"Still no one..."

He suddenly found Forsi standing not far away, looking over here, hurriedly stepped forward, walked over, smiled gently and eagerly:

"Beautiful lady, do you live on this block? Do you know Roberto and Anlisa?"

Anlisa? Isn't that the old lady's name? Has this home had no recent tenants? Forsi thought about it and said:

"I don't know if the Mrs. Anlisa I knew was the one you're looking for. She lived here, for a long time, but died three years ago."

"Passed away three years ago? Where's Roberto?" The old man with some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes hurriedly asked.

"Her husband passed away earlier than her." Forsi answered honestly.

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

He was silent for a moment and said:

"Thank you, kind lady.

"I'm Lao Boluo's elder brother, and I've been living in Jianhai County. Since I haven't received a letter from them for a long time, I decided to come and have a look.

"Can you tell me what happened to them in those years?"

Mrs. An Lisa's husband's brother... Could it be the descendant of the family she mentioned? Fors suddenly woke up, and responded with a smile:

"no problem."

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

The old man pointed to the side and said:

"There's a nice cafe there."

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In the east district, in a slightly old apartment, Klein stepped into the damp room again.

He saw the sturdy woman who 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 spirit, lost its energy to work, and was lifeless.

And her eldest daughter, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who was squatting in front of the basin last time, washing clothes, sat by the bed, sobbing constantly:

"It's me, it's all my fault, I didn't like her...

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

"She also said she was going to learn a few more words at the free school tonight...

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

The laundry worker Liv 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 the laundry!

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

After yelling, she saw Klein and old Kohler standing by the door.

"Old Kohler... who is this?" She asked doubtfully.

PS: Please recommend tickets on Monday~ In addition, happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!