"Thank you." Klein saluted pretending to be relieved, 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.

Squeaky, the door opened, and 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, hesitantly said with obvious displeasure, "It's hard for me 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, "Okay."

"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 the 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 covered his abdomen with his hand that didn't hold a pen and note, and asked with an awkward smile.

Neither Rand nor the staff in the office had any doubts. They pointed to the door and said, "Go out, turn left, walk to the end, and you will 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!

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