At this time, Freya sobbed and added: "Daisy likes to study very much, and she has been determined by the teacher to be the guide student of her class. She will put the papers that have copied the words together, and sleep with them every day , and then got up early, went outside to the street, and recited it in the light of the morning light, she was always regretting that there were no street lights nearby..."
While speaking, Freya rushed back to the bunk bed and took out a stack of crumpled papers from under the tattered pillow.
Because it has been in a humid environment for a long time, the words written on it have been slightly blurred.
The edges of the paper were even more frayed, as if they had been turned over and over for a long time.
"Mr. Detective, is it okay?" Freya handed Klein the so-called word book that was not bound at all, and then asked eagerly.
"Yes." Klein replied very succinctly.
He wasn't trying to comfort Freya. Although similar items were not the ones you would carry with you, they stayed with the target for a long time and projected a strong belief in the target. They were excellent materials for finding someone with the divination staff.
He casually flipped through the word book and said, "Then I will start to act. The sooner I find Daisy, the better."
Liv and Freya couldn't find any extra words to describe their feelings, so they could only watch Klein and the old Kohler leave while saying "thank you", "thank you, Mr. Detective", "thank you You, kind gentleman."
Out of the apartment, Klein turned his head to the old Kohler and said, "Recently, you have paid attention to those unemployed textile workers, especially those who have neither found a new job nor become street girls. Among them, pay attention to those who don't know where they went. ...
"Pay attention to your own safety, ask less and listen more. If this matter is done well, there will be a bonus."
"Okay!" Old Kohler nodded heavily.
He didn't leave immediately, but hesitated for a while, and asked in an expectant tone: "Mr. Detective, you can definitely find Daisy, right?"
"I can only say I'm doing my best." Klein didn't promise.
Old Kohler sighed and smiled bitterly: "I lost my child, so I don't want to see this kind of thing..."
He waved his hand and walked towards another street.
Klein left here at a leisurely pace. On the way, he wrapped the tip of the cane with Daisy's "word book", and completed a "divination stick search" without attracting attention.
There was a result, and it was towards the northwest... It is temporarily impossible to confirm whether it was disturbed or misleading... He looked down at the direction where the cane was about to fall, and stretched out his palm to support it.
According to the revelation, Klein went all the way out of the East District and hired a rented carriage.
After more than half an hour, the carriage that sometimes adjusted its direction stopped at Iris Street in Jorwood District, near the West End, and stopped in front of a house with a vast lawn, a wide garden, a small fountain square and marble statues.
At this moment, in the carriage, Klein's cane had fallen down, pointing straight at it!
Through the window, Klein saw guards patrolling back and forth inside the iron gate and vicious dogs sticking out their tongues.
The security there is quite heavy.
More importantly, even if he didn't use divination, he could still find that there was a lot of danger in it by relying on his spiritual intuition!
What is this place? How could Daisy's disappearance be involved in such a dangerous place? Klein pondered for a few seconds before ordering the driver to move on.
The coachman responded slightly surprised: "Sir, you are not here to visit Mr. Capin?"
Capin? Klein thought the name sounded very familiar.
He smiled back and asked, "Why do you think so?"
"People often come out from the East District and come here in my carriage. Hehe, this is the home of the rich man Mr. Capin." The coachman replied casually.
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