Mike suddenly became worried because he knew that private investigators generally illegally own guns.

Klein spread his hands expressionlessly and said, "Okay."

He allowed the policeman to search him, but he found nothing.

When the old lady's body was sent away, the disappointed police left. Mike clenched his fist and slammed the table down: "A living person died here, but he only wanted to investigate illegal possession of guns!"

Having said that, Mike looked sideways at Klein and asked in doubt, "You didn't bring a gun?"

Klein shook his head, pulled out the gun bag and revolver from under the table, and said calmly, "As a detective, I have a lot of experience in this area."

As a "magician", he can put a pistol in front of the opponent's eyes, but the opponent cannot find it.

Moreover, because he didn't buy ordinary bullets, the extraordinary bullets were temporarily thrown on the gray mist. His revolver is currently empty, but this does not prevent him from shooting with a pistol. He only needs to simulate it with his mouth when he pulls the trigger. A "bang" will do.

Seeing this, the old Kohler next to him whispered, "So you are a detective."

Klein pointed to Mike, and explained casually: "I was also entrusted by this gentleman last time."

Mike sat there without rebutting. After a moment of silence, he said: "Although I have also investigated the gangsters and seen the miserable lives of some prostitutes, I don't know much about the situation in the East District. You can help me take a look. This investigation and interview plan any questions."

As he spoke, he took out a few sheets of paper from the inner pocket of his clothes and spread them out on the table in the cafe.

Klein glanced at it and said, "Interviews with East District residents of different ages?"

"It's too troublesome. I think it can be divided according to location, better apartments, apartments with five or six people squeezed into one room, sheltered corners of the street, benches in parks, bars, and workhouses."

"In addition, work time and rest time can be divided."

After listening carefully, Mike nodded: "Good idea, what's your opinion, Kohler?"

Old Kohler pinched his nose and said, "I don't know the words...but I think Mr. Detective is right."

Mike thought about it, revised the plan, and said, "Then let's go to the nearby apartments and pick one at random."

Backlund East Borough, a crossroads.

Mike Joseph saw many poor-eyed children in ragged clothes on the street, wiped their mouths with a handkerchief, and planned to go over and give them some pennies.

However, his actions were stopped by the former homeless old Kohler: "Those are thieves!"

"Thiefs? What about their parents? Or are they all controlled by gangs?" As a senior reporter, although Mike has never been to the East District, he also vaguely heard that there are several gangs here who control street children to steal or beg.

"Parents? Either they don't have parents, or their parents used to be thieves, or they are still doing it now. Of course, Mr. Reporter, you are right. Many of them are indeed controlled by gangsters. It is said that those gangsters will teach them. How to steal, for example, hang a gentleman's coat on the wall, put a handkerchief in the pocket, and hang a pocket watch outside. Through repeated practice, you can steal the handkerchief without the pocket watch shaking. Oh, this is all my homelessness. I heard it from people in the workhouse when I was Han." Kohler said in a rambling voice, "I remember the youngest burglar caught on this street was only six years old, hey, six years old..."

He seemed to be thinking of the child he lost due to illness, so he couldn't help taking out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, but he didn't want to smoke it, he just sniffed it.

"Six years old..." Mike was a little overwhelmed by this number.

After listening quietly, Klein sighed and said, "This is the Eastern District."

He looked around and adjusted his mood: "This is closer to the jungle than to human society."

"Our interviews have to be treated as an adventure, knowing how to avoid the territory of dangerous creatures, but also stay away from small things that don't seem to cause you much harm, um, I mean mosquitoes in the jungle. "

"Mike, if you expose the thickness of your wallet in front of those children, even if you protect it well and don't let them steal it, you will encounter a doomed robbery in the next adventure. If you dare to resist, Maybe there will be one more body floating in the Tussock River tomorrow morning."

"Mr. Detective, you are so right! There are so many people in the East District, and no one will care if a few disappear every day." Old Kohler agreed. JrNovels.com