Mike listened with a serious expression, was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said, "1.35 million."

"Huh?" Klein's voice was obviously a little hoarse due to a cold.

Mike stepped forward and said, "This is the preliminary count of the population of the Eastern District."

"But I know that it must be much more than that."

"So many?" Old Kohler was taken aback.

Although he has experienced the day and night of the Eastern District, he intuitively knows that there are many residents here, but he did not expect to have such a large number.

This is several times the population of Tingen City... Klein subconsciously compared it with the places he was most familiar with.

He glanced at the intersection a few steps away and said, "Which way shall we go next?"

Old Kohler looked up and said, "Don't go straight. That block is controlled by the Zmanger Party. They are vicious and unreasonable. If they find a reporter interviewing us, they will definitely beat us up!"

Zmanger Party? Isn't this the same gang as the "brainless" who caused my loss of 10,000 pounds? He is still some kind of executioner, uh, I don�t even remember his name... Fortunately, the 10,000 pounds were finally exchanged for the potion formulas of Sequence 7, Sequence 6, and Sequence 5 corresponding to the "Seer". The "All-Black Eye" was exchanged for the life of Ambassador Intis... I don't know which force finally got the manuscript about the third-generation difference engine... Klein recalled what happened at the beginning of last month matter.

"Zimang Party? That gang mainly composed of plateau people?" Mike asked thoughtfully.

"Mr. Reporter, have you heard of them?" Old Kohler asked in surprise

Mike snorted: "They have been involved in many cases, and they have some reputation outside the East District. It is said that some members were once involved in an Intis spy case."

...The person next to you is the person involved, the informant, the victim... Klein silently added.

"All you decent gentlemen know about the Zmanger Party, why don't the police arrest them all?" Old Kohler asked with the thinking of the people at the bottom.

Mike's expression suddenly became a little ugly, and he coughed twice: "We can only arrest those who have done crimes. The rest have no evidence and cannot be arrested. Moreover, the East District is so big and has such a large population. Who really wants to hide it?" , are hard to find."

As he spoke, he sighed and said, "It's easy to destroy a Zimang party, but as long as people from the plateau come to Backlund, as long as they still retain the tradition of being brave and ruthless, and they don't find other ways to make a living It is only a matter of time before a new Zmanger party emerges."

This is a complicated social issue... Klein pointed to the left and right sides: "Choose one side."

The old Kohler looked at the street on the right: "The Huili party is active there, as long as you don't provoke the girls who do, um, do that kind of business on the streets and bars, they won't be noticed by them, hehe, it's morning, No problem, they're still sleeping."

The word "Huili" means "outlaws" in Loen language, and the gangster with this name can be said to be quite self-aware.

Klein and Mike had no objection to this, and entered the block under the guidance of the guide.

The buildings here are relatively good, and the environment on the street is not so dirty. The air is filled with the smell of oyster soup, pan-fried meat and fish, ginger beer and other foods and drinks left by street vendors, as well as the smell of fish and aquatic products.

Walking here, Klein felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had returned to Tingen City, Iron Cross Street, and the street outside the apartment where he originally lived.

The only difference is probably that Backlund is closer to the sea, the transportation is more developed, and there are quite a lot of sea fish here.

"It's a better apartment nearby. I've wandered around several times before, and found that the gentlemen and ladies in it are dressed relatively, um, relatively clean." Old Kohler pointed to a pale yellow three-story building.

The three of them approached and found that there was still a sign hanging at the door of the apartment, with pocket watches, wall clocks and screwdrivers drawn on it, and words such as "repair clocks and watches" were written on it.

"Is there a watchmaker living here?" Klein dug out a similar scene from the original owner's memory fragments.

At that time, Benson, Melissa and he went to a similar place to repair the silver pocket watch left by their father, but the item was repaired several times, and it broke down quickly, until it was completely fixed by Melissa. , became the most decent thing on Klein during that time.

After Klein "passed away", this pocket watch with dual value of money and emotion was not buried with him.

It should belong to Benson now, right? I don't know if he would think of me every time he took out that pocket watch... Klein suddenly blinked and drew the corners of his mouth. JrNovels.com