Mike scribbled and was about to say something, but the owner of the cafe had already brought the food.

"You fill your stomach first, we'll talk later." Mike pointed to the toast.

"Okay." The old lady ate the food in small bites, looking very educated.

She didn't order much and finished eating quickly.

After reluctantly drinking the last sip of coffee, she rubbed her forehead and begged, "Can I sleep for a while before talking? It's too cold outside."

"No problem." Mike replied without hesitation.

The old lady gratefully said thank you several times, sat on the chair, curled up like that and fell asleep.

Mike looked at the middle-aged man next to him and said, "You seem to be familiar with this place? I want to ask you to be our guide. How about 3 soli a day? Sorry, I forgot to ask your name."

The middle-aged man shook his head quickly and said, "No, no, that's too much. I'm at the pier. Most of the time, I only earn 1 soli a day."

"You can just call me old Kohler."

"Well, two soli a day, you deserve it." Mike made a final decision.

After seeing this strange bargaining, Klein snorted some snot with a piece of paper, and planned to refill his cup of coffee, but suddenly realized something was wrong, and turned his head to look at the old lady who was sleeping curled up in a chair.

Her rosy face after drinking coffee turned pale again, and the color of her aura and emotion had disappeared.

"..." Klein stood up, and subconsciously reached out to check the old lady's breath.

In the surprised eyes of Mike and Kohler, he said heavily, "She's dead."

Mike opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, while Kohler tapped his chest three times, and smiled bitterly: "I knew she wouldn't last long..."

"In the East End, it happens every day."

"At least she had a full stomach and died in a warm place, hopefully, hehe, hopefully I will be like this in the future."

Klein was silent for a moment and said, "Kohler, go find the police."

"Okay." Kohler tapped his chest three times again, and ran out of the cafe.

The boss glanced over here, but didn't come over, as if it wasn't something to be concerned about.

After a while, a policeman in a black and white checkered uniform, carrying a short stick and a pistol, entered the cafe.

He looked at the dead old lady, asked Mike and Klein a few words, then waved his hands and said, "It's okay, you can leave after I find someone to collect the body."

"That's it?" Mike said in astonishment.

He is obviously not familiar with the East End.

The policeman snorted, "There are many such incidents in the Eastern District every day!"

He rolled his eyes and looked at Klein and Mike: "You don't look like people here, what's your name? What's your identity?"

Mike took out his press card, and Klein said that he was a private investigator protecting him.

The policeman immediately put on a straight face, looked at Klein and said, "I suspect you are holding a gun illegally!"

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