Chapter 160

The old Kohler seemed a little afraid of the opponent's toughness, so he took a step back unconsciously:

"Liv, this is Mr. Detective, he thought, and he wants to help you find Daisy."

Liv's wrinkled and peeling face turned to Klein, and said indifferently:

"We've called the police."

She may only 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 she came here. She was carefully holding a crude and rough homemade iron, dealing with the wrinkles after drying. clothes, and her hands were mostly scalded.

She is the "lost" Daisy... Klein looked back at the laundry maid Liv, and said in an emotionless tone:

"Do you believe the police in the East End will really look out for Daisy?

"Aren't you sure that the people who caused Daisy's 'lost' incident will not take advantage of the trend to set their sights on your home?

"After losing one daughter, you want to lose another one?"

The cruel but heart-wrenching words reached Liv, the laundry woman. The indifferent expression on her face disintegrated little by little, she opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything, and the corners of her eyes gradually turned red.

She suddenly buried her head, and said to herself in pain and despair:

"I have no money……"

There was a sudden silence in the room, and even the sobbing girl didn't make a sound.

Klein pursed his lips, and silently exhaled:

"I do volunteer work occasionally, just to help others. Hehe, I haven't done it for a long time. Please give me a chance."

"Volunteer?" Liv raised her head, chewing on the word.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"This entrustment is free, no, it is not completely free, and acts of kindness will bring me great satisfaction.

"Anyway, you have nothing else to do, why don't you give it a try?"

Liv was silent for a moment,

He raised his wrinkled and swollen palm due to long-term soaking in water, wiped his eye sockets, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Detective, you, you are such a kind and kind gentleman..."

Her voice suddenly choked:

"...The thing is like this, at noon the day before yesterday, Freya led Daisy to send back a batch of laundry, just outside the East District, and they had to go several streets.

"In order to rush back for lunch, Freya chose a secluded alley, but she just didn't pay attention, and found that Daisy who was following behind disappeared.

"She searched back the same way, but was never found, and Daisy never came back.

"Freya, where was it?"

The girl named Freya stood up, her eyes were red and swollen.

She wept and said:

"Right, right here in Broken Ax Lane, Mr. Detective, will Daisy be all right?"

"Should be." Klein replied expressionlessly.

He looked around a few times, then asked:

"Is there something that Daisy often carries? I can borrow a police dog. It has an excellent sense of smell and can find each other along the way according to the smell left by the target."

"...No." Laundry worker Liv thought for a while and said with a sad expression.

The girl Freya shed tears again, feeling that things seemed to be at an impasse again.

Suddenly, she blinked and said:

"Yes, there is one.

"Daisy's Word Book!"

"Vocabulary book?" Old Kohler asked beside him.

Liv sniffed and said:

"I've got Freya and Daisy going to free school in the evening, I can always do the laundry, they, they can't always do that."

This lady is such a good mother... Klein couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The free school is a night school established by the three major churches or certain charitable organizations. Classes are held from 8:00 to 10:00 in the evening. There is no charge at all, and even writing tools and certain paper are provided for free. It is a literacy education. Let’s add some religious knowledge. Old Neil once worked as a teacher in the Evernight Goddess’s free school for a few years. Klein heard some things from him.

——Because there are very few people who volunteer to be teachers in the free school, a unique teaching mode has been formed there, that is, the teacher arrives in advance, and the students with the best learning progress are called together first, and the content to be taught today is instilled in the students. They, and then they are responsible for the teaching of different classes, and the teacher patrols back and forth to correct errors and errors. This is called the "guiding student system".

Corresponding to free schools, there are also free organizations such as workshops for skilled workers, which are accessible to the real poor and a small number of channels that can get rid of their own class.

It is a pity that there are too few similar organizations, and it is difficult to play a substantial role.

At this time, Freya sobbed and added:

"Daisy likes to study very much, and has been determined by the teacher to be the guide student of her class. She will put together the papers on which words have been copied, and sleep with them on her pillow every day, and then get up early and go out on the street. , reciting in the morning light, she has always regretted that there are no street lights nearby..."

While speaking, Freya rushed back to the bunk bed and took out a stack of crumpled papers from under the tattered pillow.

Because it has been in a humid environment for a long time, the words written on it have been slightly blurred.

The edges of the paper were even more frayed, as if they had been turned over and over for a long time.

"Mr. Detective, is it okay?" Freya handed Klein the so-called word book that was not bound at all, and then asked eagerly.

"Yes." Klein replied very succinctly.

He wasn't trying to comfort Freya. Although similar items were not the kind to carry around, they had been with the target for a long time and projected a strong belief in the target. They were excellent materials for finding people with the divination method.

He casually flipped through the word book and said:

"Then I will start to act. The sooner I find Daisy, the better."

Liv and Freya couldn't find any extra words to describe their feelings, so they could only watch Klein and old Kohler leave, saying "thank you" over and over again, "thank you, Mr. Detective", "thank you You, kind gentleman."

After leaving the apartment, Klein turned to Old Kohler and said:

"Recently, you have paid attention to those unemployed textile workers, especially those who have neither found a new job nor become a street girl. Among them, pay attention to those who don't know where they went...

"Pay attention to your own safety, ask less and listen more. If this matter is done well, there will be a bonus."

"Okay!" Old Kohler nodded heavily.

He didn't leave immediately, but hesitated for a while, and asked in an expectant tone:

"Mr. Detective, you're sure to find Daisy, aren't you?"

"I can only say my best." Klein didn't promise.

Old Kohler sighed and smiled bitterly:

"I lost my own child, so the last thing I want to see is this kind of thing..."

He waved his hand and walked towards another street.

Klein left here at a leisurely pace. On the way, he wrapped the tip of the cane with Daisy's "word book", and completed a "divination stick search" without attracting attention.

There was a result, and it was towards the northwest... It is temporarily impossible to confirm whether it was disturbed or misleading... He looked down at the direction where the cane was about to fall, and stretched out his palm to support it.

According to the revelation, Klein went all the way out of the East District and hired a rented carriage.

After more than half an hour, the carriage that sometimes adjusted its direction stopped at Iris Street in Jorwood District, near the West End, and stopped in front of a house with a vast lawn, a wide garden, a small fountain square and marble statues.

At this moment, in the carriage, Klein's cane had fallen down, pointing straight at it!

Through the window, Klein saw guards patrolling back and forth inside the iron gate and vicious dogs sticking out their tongues.

The security there is quite heavy.

More importantly, even if he didn't use divination, he could still find that there was a lot of danger in it by relying on his spiritual intuition!

What is this place? How could Daisy's disappearance be involved in such a dangerous place? Klein pondered for a few seconds before ordering the driver to move on.

The coachman responded slightly surprised:

"Aren't you here to visit Mr. Capin, sir?"

Capin? Klein thought the name sounded very familiar.

He smiled back and asked:

"Why do you think so?"

"People often come out from the East District and come here in my carriage. Hehe, this is the home of the rich man Mr. Capin." The coachman replied casually.

Eastern District... Capin... Regal... Klein suddenly remembered who Capin was:

In many rumors, he is the leader of a bloody crime group and has been involved in many disappearances of innocent girls!

But in reality, he is a rich man who knows many big people.

Klein didn't say any more, leaned back against the wall of the compartment, and half closed his eyes.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and the luxurious villa swept back and disappeared into the glass window.

…………

Inside a cubicle of a cafe.

Forsi already knew that the old man on the opposite side was called Lawrence Nord, who was from Conston City, Jianhai County, and was a public school teacher.

He didn't know that Mrs. Anlisa's husband died, and he didn't know that Mrs. Anlisa inherited the inheritance and became a Extraordinary. He didn't even think that Mrs. Anlisa would leave the relic to me... Could he be a Extraordinary? Does he have the ability to divination? Fors took a sip of Filmer coffee, organized her words and said:

"I used to be a doctor at the nearby Yousef Clinic, and Mrs. Anlisa often came to see the doctor. At that time, her husband, Mr. Laboro, had passed away...

"... I would occasionally talk to her and help her with things like...

"So, she finally made a will, gave me deposits and cash, donated jewelry, books, furniture and other things to charitable organizations, which was supervised by the law firm she appointed."

What Fors said was all the truth, but not all the truth.

Lawrence pinched his forehead and said:

"It's such a pity, I can't understand why An Lisa didn't contact me during those years."

"She didn't mention your name, and she's vaguely dissatisfied with Mr. Roberto's relatives." Fors replied frankly.

Lawrence was silent for a moment and said:

"Thank you for telling me something, it made me understand something.

"By the way, where are Robolo and Anlisa buried?"

"Green Cemetery." Fors took a look at the pocket watch from her bag and said, "Mr. Lawrence, I still have things to do, I should leave."

Lawrence didn't stop, got up and sent the other party away.

After sitting down again, he rubbed his temples in distress, and said silently to himself:

"Laubolo passed away without leaving any children behind, and I don't know where his Extraordinary characteristics were taken away by An Lisa...Richard died at the hands of the Aurora Society...Sam didn't want to contact us at all , don't want to take responsibility for the last name...

"Is the Abraham family really going to die slowly like this?"