"If nothing happens, I will pay you 1 pound. If there is a fight, then raise it to 5 pounds. What's your opinion?"

Klein smiled and said, "I'll go wash my hands before I answer you."

He bowed politely, walked slowly to the bathroom, then tossed a coin, and got an affirmative answer.

Note 1: These are statistics about London at the end of the Victorian era.

19 Hope Road, Jorwood District.

This place is close to the Tussock River that passes through Backlund, and pedestrians can see the slightly muddy but unusually wide water surface through the gaps between the houses.

"Daily Observer" reporter Mike Joseph got out of the carriage, pointed to the three-story gray-blue building in front of him, and looked at Ke who was wearing a black double-breasted frock coat, a half-height silk top hat, and gold-rimmed glasses. Ryan said: "That is Golden Rose, the best legal brothel in the Gabeckland Bridge area of ??Jorwood District. It opens at three o'clock in the afternoon every day and stays open until two o'clock in the morning."

The best legal brothel in the Jorwood area and the Backlund Bridge area? That is to say, there are two districts that are better than it but not legal? Klein muttered silently, and saw a golden rose on the door of the building, without the so-called signboard.

"This kind of girl shouldn't be considered a street girl?" He responded casually.

"Of course, the grade is higher." Mike led Klein to the front of the building with ease, pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he entered, Klein smelled a slightly pungent mixed fragrance and heard a soothing but ambiguous melody.

He looked around instinctively, and found that there were thugs in black coats and half top hats standing on both sides of the entrance and in every corner of the hall. As a place of legal operation, these were obviously used to deal with drunks and reckless people.

The golden hall is surrounded by various sofas and chairs, and even a piano, with a dancing place in the center.

At this time, ladies with golden or brown or light yellow or black hair and complicated or simple or gorgeous dresses are sitting in different places. Some of them are mature and charming, some are shy and immature, some are youthful and attractive Some are quite beautiful.

These ladies are either enjoying the melody with their chins resting on their cheeks, laughing and talking to each other, or reading newspapers and magazines quietly, or dancing with the men.

Because it was only 3:30 in the afternoon, there were not many customers, only a few of them. At a glance, this place looked more like a formal ball than an interior scene of a brothel.

"If after eight o'clock in the evening, you can see some interesting performances, hehe, if you have a fancy lady, go over and invite her to dance, and ask her price in a beautiful melody. If the two parties can reach an agreement, you You can go to a room on the second or third floor and spend a wonderful time, hey, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can sleep here for a whole night." Mike turned his head left and right, and suddenly lost his previous calmness and Gentleman, get a little flippant.

He walked into the hall with a smile, and approached a young girl who was not very old, at most fifteen or sixteen years old.

This, is this showing nature, or professional performance? Klein was a little dumbfounded, and subconsciously followed behind Mike Joseph.

"The victim, Hibel, was only 16 years old. In theory, girls of the same age are more likely to be friends with her and know more about her." At this time, Mike lowered his voice and explained.

He immediately raised his slightly sparse eyebrows, and said in a normal voice, "Which lady do you have your eye on?"

"I'm just your bodyguard." Klein responded according to normal logic.

Mike nodded slightly, and suddenly smiled: "When I do that kind of thing, I'm not used to people watching."

"I'll stay outside the door." Klein understood what Mike meant, and put on a serious and professional posture.

Mike didn't say any more, and came to the young girl, bent down and stretched out his hand, inviting her to dance.

Becoming a prostitute at this age, Backlund is really glamorous and dirty... Hey, there is a middle-aged and elderly gentleman with a good temperament who patronizes here, and his temples are gray... Klein lowered his hands and stood. Standing straight, watching Mike and the young girl wandering in the middle with slow dance steps.

After a few minutes, Mike came back and said to Klein slightly annoyed, "It's too expensive."

When the two approached, he added in a low voice: "That girl knows Xibel, but the boss here, Ms. Lopez, forbids them to communicate with others about this matter, otherwise they will be severely punished. God, mention During the punishment, the poor girl even trembled instinctively, I can imagine how horrible it was."

Klein sighed helplessly with sympathy, and asked in a low voice, "So, what are you going to do?"

"I don't want to cause misfortune for those girls, I plan to go directly to Ms. Lopez." Mike patted Klein on the shoulder and said, "Protect me!" JrNovels.com