The old Kohler, who was still wearing the thick jacket before, was sitting in the corner, pairing a piece of black bread with tea that could barely taste the tea.

Klein came across from him, took out the things he had prepared a long time ago, and pushed them to the other party.

It consisted of two 5 soli notes, four 1 soli notes, and a handful of copper pennies for added effect.

Old Kohler stared straight at them, and after a while, he stretched out his right hand and took it tremblingly.

He looked at it repeatedly, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and said with a smile: "At the pier, we carry heavy goods and step on cold and dirty water to do some troublesome cleaning. It only takes about 1 soli a day..."

And here is a full 15 soli!

Klein listened silently, and said after a few seconds: "What have you heard recently? What have you noticed?"

Old Kohler put away the funds, took another sip of tea, pinched the corners of his eyes and said: "I have known many dock workers, and re-established contact with friends I knew when I was wandering. Some of them have entered the factory, and some are still there. Going back and forth between the workhouse and the corner of the park, oh, just like I used to...

"Recently, I don't know where there is a saying that since we believe in one of the seven gods, why don't we pray directly to the Creator at the source? Said that He is in everyone's body, in all things, and there is no true God. passed away.

"Praying to Him will allow us to be redeemed. Not only will we be able to enter His kingdom of heaven after death, but we will also have a better life during our lifetime. For example, we don't need to work so hard, and we can have butter every day and sizzling meat. ,available everyday."

This... the variant Creator theory that Aurora will spread? After what happened to Lanwusi, they began to pay attention to the poor people in the East End, Docklands, and East End, hoping to use them to achieve certain goals? I don't know if the three major churches have noticed this phenomenon... Probably so... Klein sandwiched the butter between two slices of toast, and took a bite without knowing the taste.

Old Kohler babbled for a while and then said: "Mr. Detective, according to your instructions, I have paid attention to the matter of the female textile workers. In the end, with the joining of the police, their struggle failed, but, hehe, the leading people became factory supervisors, and a third lost their jobs.

"Some of them are actively looking for new jobs, some have become street girls, and some don't know where they went. The whole east side is in chaos."

If "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Chillingus was in this situation when he came to Backlund, then he would quietly kill one or two people in the Eastern District every day, and no one would find out, no one would pay attention... Klein sighed in his heart With a sound.

The old Kohler continued to talk about some daily experiences and said, "By the way, Liv's youngest daughter is missing."

"Liv?" Klein confirmed that he had never heard of this name.

Then the old Kohler suddenly said: "It's the laundry lady who you and the reporter saw last time who was arguing with others. She has been taking her eldest daughter and younger daughter to do the washing work at home, but yesterday, her two daughters delivered clothes. On the way back, one got lost, the younger one, what a pity, she has been a widow for many years, and she has been counting on her two daughters, but in the end...hey, the police in the East District will definitely not look for them too hard. "

Unlucky people often have greater misfortune, because they do not have the ability to resist risks and change their environment... Such a sentence suddenly flashed in Klein's mind.

He was silent for a few seconds and said, "Take me to see them. I'm a detective. Maybe I can help them find someone."

"...They have no money." Old Kohler reminded.

Klein picked up his hat and cane and said, "I also do volunteer work occasionally."

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In the Jowood District, the house where the two ladies originally rented.

Xio started the life of a bounty hunter again, while Forsi accelerated the progress of the new book, hoping to save enough money for the extraordinary materials needed by the "Master of Magic" as soon as possible.

But writing a book doesn't mean you can write it if you want to. Forsi scratched her hair irritably, and decided to go for a walk to find inspiration.

As she walked, she found that she had unknowingly returned to a familiar place.

Diagonally in front of her is the Yousef clinic where she first worked, a rather large private clinic.

After staring for a while, Forle thought of the old lady who led him into the extraordinary world, so he turned to the alley on the right and took a shortcut to a nearby street.

There are sycamore trees with fluttering leaves on both sides of this street, and it is a relatively quiet place.

Forsi remembered that the old lady lived in the house at No. 39�she would occasionally come to deliver medicine or injections, and even help with some daily chores. JrNovels.com