MI9... Klein nodded: "It's enough, there's no need to go deeper, it's too dangerous."

The old Kohler heaved a sigh of relief, and said instead: "Two days ago, someone saw a guy suspected to be Azik Eggers in a cheap hotel on Golden Cloak Street. It is said that it is basically the same as the photo on the reward list."

... Klein's heart trembled, and he smiled instead of being surprised: "And then? Could it be that the matter was over just as soon as I was about to fight for this bounty?"

"Then? With clues, many bounty hunters rushed over quickly, but found nothing. Well, they said that there were signs of a fight in that room." Old Kohler tried hard to recall the information he had collected.

The information will definitely be given to MI9 first... Is this a secret contest between Mr. Ards and them? I don't know what the result is... Klein glanced at the boss who came over with the dinner plate, and said to Old Kohler in a pretentious way: "Take me to Golden Cloak Street later, maybe I can find some clues."

It was already past the breakfast time in the East District, and there were very few customers in the cheap cafes.

"Okay." Old Kohler agreed without hesitation.

"A total of sixteen and one-half pennies." The boss put the breakfast Klein wanted on the table. There was not much beef in the potatoes, but the stew was bad. It looked like it had been prepared in advance, and the strong aroma hooked it. Old Kohler swallowed involuntarily.

After paying, Klein picked up the fork and spoon, and said to Kohler, "Continue."

"No one is looking for the Fool's believers anymore, except for a few stubborn bounty hunters...Many unemployed textile workers, including some male workers, have left the East District..." Old Kohler said one by one.

"What?" Klein swallowed the beef and raised his head, "Leaving the East District?"

"I should have found another job. I can't find out exactly where he went." Old Kohler answered truthfully.

"Their family members don't know?" Klein asked.

"Some left with unemployed family members, and some had no family members themselves, and came to Backlund from other places to find work." Old Kohler had already done some research.

Judging from the choice of the target, there is something wrong with this matter... Klein made a note first, and continued to listen to old Kohler's talk about what happened in the East District during this period of time while eating.

After agreeing on the time for the next meeting, he put down the tableware, wiped his mouth, picked up his hat and said, "Go to Golden Cloak Street."

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Inside the only cheap hotel on Golden Cloak Street.

After accepting the two-penny fee, the boss led Klein and Old Kohler to the room where the person suspected of being Azik Eggers lived.

"During this time, a lot of bounty hunters came, hehe, I made a lot of money, so I kept them as they were." The boss opened the door with a key and pointed inside.

Klein glanced over and saw the chairs lying down and the rags scattered everywhere. Other than that, there were no other traces of fighting.

With quite a high level of inspiration, Klein cast his gaze under the bed.

After staring for two seconds, he walked over, bent down and patted the bed.

Pfft, some dust flew up, and a light black mouse jumped out from under the bed.

It seemed to be normal without any problems, but in Klein's spiritual vision, the color of its aura was only black and green.

The mouse turned a corner and climbed up the wall, exposing its abdomen to Klein's eyes.

On that soft place, the flesh was green and oozing pus, and the same rotten internal organs could be directly seen inside.

Klein looked away thoughtfully, and asked Old Kohler, who hadn't paid attention to the mouse at all, "Has Azik Eggers' bounty been withdrawn?"

"No." Old Kohler shook his head affirmatively.

Klein inspected it again, stepped out and said, "Let's go, there are no valuable clues." JrNovels.com