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    Is it only worshiping the moon and not respecting the goddess? Klein couldn't help but reveal his expression.

    He had heard that this kind of thing was to understand the school of life, but I did not expect that a witch who lived and died in the Southland would hold a similar view.

    ——After the “Pale Age” of the end of the Quaternary, the violent sea became a veritable one. The North and South continents were isolated from each other, and there was no more exchanges. The life school was formed in the early fifth period, and it is obviously impossible to find people in Russell. Developed to the South Continent before exiting the safe waterway.

    The Witch King Karaman also belonged to the early days, and the active years were more than a thousand years from the invasion of the northern continent.

    In other words, the two extraordinary "powers" that belong to the North and South continents and cannot communicate and communicate, at about the same time, choose to worship the moon itself and ignore the goddess of the night.

    This coincidence makes people have to think about why.

    Is there a new god born, separated from the authority of the moon? However, as a god, He should not be so obscured... or, although the goddess took away the authority of the moon, the believers of the original Luna have survived, from the Quaternary, and even the Tertiary, have been passed down. And after the separation between the North and the South, two flowers, a witch king, a life school? Klein is roughly speculating, but suffers from no corresponding clues to narrow the scope.

    He temporarily gave up thinking, took time, and quickly browsed the content behind the book of Secrets.

    In the preface, the Witch King Karaman said very directly that many of the rituals, secret deeds, astrology and summoning of the book originated from the original moon worship and detailed description of the corresponding name:

    "The unique red moon, The symbol of life and beauty, the mother of all spiritual powers."

    There is a name! But there is a lack of a more popular description similar to the "night goddess" and "the earth goddess"... If there is such a hidden god, his followers will inevitably develop a simple name that is more suitable for oral praise. Instead of the original moon worship... Klein perceives an eccentric place and relies on his own occult knowledge to do the analysis.

    "And, with the 'Red Lord' to hold the ceremony, it will obviously point to the goddess, but with a very similar but more detailed and detailed name, you can bypass the goddess, point to their source of strength, point to the so-called original The moon... I don’t know what it’s strange...” Klein was curious and thought with some horror.

    Because there is not so much time, the follow-up specific content is just a quick tour, and it is found that many of the many rituals of the Mickey are pointing to the moon, as Wahman Karaman himself said.

    For Klein, this doesn't need to be too concerned. He won't copy those things and provoke the original moon that doesn't know what it is. He wants to learn the overall structure, design ideas and details of the secrets and rituals.

    Only by grasping the laws of possession, can he come up with his own secrets, rituals, astrology and summoning techniques that point to the "king of yellow and black".

    Maybe after a long time, I will have a self-contained mystery... Klein took off the spirit of the wrist and finally confirmed the true and false of the Book of Secrets.

    After getting a positive answer, he was not in a hurry to take advantage of the extraordinary characteristics of the werewolf's divination formula, and he wouldn't sell it anyway. For the same reason, he intends to slow down and study the origin of the biotoxin bottle.

    He quickly returned to the real world, opened the curtains, and saw the sun that failed to illuminate the earth. It was hiding behind the clouds and the smog, which was a bit pale.

    "Auntie!"

    Suddenly, Klein reached over his mouth and sneezed.

    At this time, he found that he had some headaches, not enough spirit, and seemed to have a cold.

    As an extraordinary person in Sequence 7, I was sick... Klein pulled out a piece of paper and pulled out his nose.

    He carefully thought about it and quickly understood the reason:

    the negative effect of the biotoxin bottle is to make the holder weaker and develop to get sick!

    If you carry it a little longer, you may even die.

    And this is not eliminated by spiritual shackles!

    Last night, after the war, Klein was almost dry and the body poisoning was quite weak. He also carried a biotoxin bottle in the "leverage church" for half an hour...

    plus the time spent returning to Minsk Street. He is shamefully sick.

    "It's not serious... doesn't affect anything..." Klein snorted again and packed up to take a hot bath.

    After the washing was finished, he specially fried an egg in order to treat himself, and the aroma was fried.

    "A Witch King's "Book of Secrets", a bio-toxin bottle that is no worse than the sun brooch, and a remarkable feature of the sequence of 7' Werewolf's legacy, this time earned a lot...that is no It’s a pity to get the extraordinary character of 'live corpse'...” Klein sat down at the table and counted the harvest while eating.

    One thing that made him feel distressed was that he used 11 extraordinary bullets, each worth nearly 10 pounds!

    In other words, I burned 100 pounds... I really took the money and swearing... It’s no wonder that most of the low- and medium-ranking people are so thirsty for money... Kline looked down at his breakfast.

    They add up to a few pennies!

    After breakfast, Klein looked at the newspaper leisurely, sneezing from time to time, wiping his nose with paper.

    The 8 o'clock church bell just subsided, and his doorbell was already ringing.

    Klein did not accidentally see the reporter of the Daily Observer, Mike Joseph.

    The reporter, who has beautiful blue eyes and two mustaches but a rather rough skin, took off his hat and greeted him. Then he went straight to the theme:

    "Detective Moriarty, do you have a free access to my commission?"

    Although it is a little cold, During this time, the normal commission was relatively unsuspecting... Klein, who had just finished the vote, smiled and said:

    "I was slightly sick, but this did not affect my fighting and shooting."

    Mike suddenly smiled:

    "Thank you for your help."

    "Let's go."

    "Forehead, Moriatti detective, have you used breakfast? I ask you, as an employer, I should be responsible for your food today."

    Please have breakfast. ? Klein snorted:

    "I just finished eating."

    "But I suggest you go to the Eastern District for breakfast, so you can see a lot of things, and give me a cup of coffee by then."

    "...no problem." Mike pointed out, "The carriage I hired is waiting."

    Klein looked at him up and down:

    "Mr., you better wear it even worse, otherwise my work will be very busy."

    Mike looked down . His own coat, with a clear understanding, said:

    "Is this too eye-catching?"

    "This is the case in the Eastern District." Klein pointed out inside. "I have some specially prepared clothes, um, our The body is almost the same.”

    Mike couldn’t help but sigh:

    “You are professional.”

    Professional crime? Klein groaned.

    After changing the dress and becoming an ordinary worker, the two got on the carriage and headed to the edge of the Eastern District.

    ............

    "Auntie!"

    Klein took out the paper and wiped his nose and licked his nose.

    Because there was no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back in the pocket.

    “The food in this café is OK, of course, this is relative to the residents of the Eastern District.” Klein pointed to the slightly greasy cafe road at the corner of the street.

    When he occasionally stayed in a nearby one-room room, he came here for breakfast several times.

    "It seems that it is already a good restaurant here." Mike doesn't think it's a coffee shop.

    At this time, it was more than nine o'clock, and there were very few guests in the cafe. The residents of the Eastern District often used up breakfast at 7:00 to start work or find a job.

    After accompanying Mike to order potatoes, beef, bread, coffee and other food, Klein looked around and looked for a window.

    At this time, he saw an acquaintance, the middle-aged man who had pretended to be a journalist.

    The earliest is that he brought me here... How did he use breakfast now... Kline’s thoughts turned around and said to Mike:

    “You have interviewees.”

    He said that he was carrying a coffee cup and went to the “wanderer .” ".

    The other party is still wearing the thick jacket before, a little white hair looks more greasy, the beard is quite obvious, but there is no such feeling of drowsiness between the eyebrows, and the face is no longer so scary.

    "Good morning, we met again." Klein sat across, greeted and found that the other's breakfast was a cheap cup of brown bread with a penny.

    The middle-aged man raised his head and took a closer look. He said with surprise:

    "Mr. Reporter, is that you?"

    ... Kline laughed twice and pointed to Mike next to him:

    "This is my colleague, he wants I did a more in-depth investigation on my previous interview.”

    Mike is a well-informed and well-informed journalist. He didn’t say much about it, only smiled and drew his head and said hello.

    As for the detective posing as a journalist by Moriarty, he did not know it today, but the other party borrowed a fake journalist card from him!

    "It turns out that you are really a reporter!" The middle-aged man suddenly sighed. "But this does not prevent you from being a kind and kind person."

    Klein smiled and asked:

    "How have you been recently?"

    The middle-aged man drank the tea channel:

    "With your help, I finally got a good night's sleep, and I am full of stomach, no longer so weak."

    "I originally wanted to find the original job, that is, making shoes. But they didn't want me, saying that my hand was shaking..."

    He bowed his head and skipped the paragraph:

    "Later, I went to the dock and found some work, very tired, but at least have money to earn, I I have rented a shop in someone else’s house, only 6.5 pennies a week. Of course, I can only sleep at night.”

    “The amount is working at the dock. I went very early today, didn’t eat anything, raised my hand there. I shouted my name and the name of the management, but I still couldn't get it. I had to go back here."

    "Fortunately, there is still a chance in the afternoon. Those people may have to be busy late in the morning and will not fight with us." . "

    Klein listened quietly, sometimes poor quality coffee Hekou, Mike then took out a pen and paper, quick start recording.
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    Finally, the two white-skinned middle-aged men drank a cup of tea and smiled and sighed:

    "Actually, this is much better than before. It is better than many people here, such as..."

    He pointed out the window The tramps in the corner.

    Klein and Mike followed and saw a raging tramp lying in a dirty place that could shelter from the wind. There were men and women, old and small.

    In this cold autumn, they may not be able to wake up again.

    At this time, Klein noticed that the 60-year-old woman was standing on the street. Her dress was old and worn, but she was relatively neat and her hair was meticulous.

    The white-haired old lady had a common trouble with the tramp on her face, but she still insisted on not squeezing with the pile of people, but slowly walking on the side of the road, and from time to time numbly looked into the cafe.

    "This is also a poor man." The former tramp who had eaten the remaining black bread also found the old lady and sighed a few words. "She used to say that she was a good husband. Her husband is a food merchant. The child, unfortunately, went bankrupt. The husband and the child did not take long to die. She is different from us. Really, I can see it at a glance... Hey, she should not be able to support it for a long time, unless she can The poor house.”

    Listening, Mike’s expression changed from calm to depression, and he slowly vomited:

    “I want to ask her for an interview. Can you invite her for me? She can eat here. What, drink something."

    For this request, the middle-aged man is not surprised, just look at Klein and Mike, as if to say, you really are colleagues.

    "Okay, I think she will be very happy." He drank a cup of tea and got up and walked out of the greasy coffee shop.

    Not long after, the old but neat old lady walked in with him, and the white face faded slightly under the warmth of the cafe.

    She kept trembled. It seemed that she had to shed a little bit of chill in the body and grab the relatively high temperature in the cafe. Even if she sat in a chair, she took extra for more than a minute to really ease.

    "What do you want to do at random, this is the reward for the interview." Klein said to Mike.

    After Mike nodded, the old lady took the toast, the inferior cream and the coffee, and smiled and said:

    "I have heard that if I haven't got food for too long, I can't eat greasy things."

    Very polite, very homemade, Not like a wanderer... Klein sighed silently.

    Before the food was sent, Mike asked casually:

    "Can you talk about how you became a wanderer?" The

    old lady showed her recollections and smiled bitterly:

    "My husband is a food trader, mainly from China. The farmer bought all kinds of food. Since the "Crops Act" was abolished, we quickly went bankrupt."

    "His age is not small, he was knocked down by this thing, his body quickly collapsed, and he died soon.

    " My child, he is a good young man, has been doing business with his father, he can not accept such a blow, so he jumped into the Tasok River on a night without a moon."

    "His first suicide did not succeed , was sent to the magistrates' court, police and judges are very impatient, that he wasted their time. " "

    you want to commit suicide, please quietly successful suicide, do not bother to us ...... ah, they probably want That being said, but it feels too direct."

    "My child, was put in jail, not long after, he committed suicide for the second time." The

    old lady said calmly, just like it was not her own. What happened.

    But for some reason, Klein felt a strong sorrow.

    Mourning is greater than death... He suddenly remembered the words he had heard in his life.

    In this world, suicide is not only a prohibited behavior of the major churches, but also an object of legal punishment.

    As for the reason, Klein knows what it is. First of all, suicides choose to invest in the river. In the absence of timely discovery, there is a certain probability that they will become water ghosts. Secondly, suicides often have a bad mood. Next, ending your life as a "sacrificial offering" may resonate with some strange and terrible existence.

    As a result, their bodies after death or some of the surrounding objects will carry a strange curse that harms others.

    The "good luck puppet" behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen City is probably the way it is.

    Therefore, the Seven Great Churches are based on their own teachings, prohibiting believers from committing suicide, and the royal family has promoted the corresponding legislation.

    Of course, this seems a bit ridiculous in Klein. A person who wants to commit suicide will be afraid of the law and punishment.

    Mike brushed and recorded what was being said, but the owner of the cafe had already brought the food over.

    "You fill your stomach first, let's talk about it." Mike pointed to the toast.

    "Okay." The old lady was very educated with a small mouthful of food.

    She didn't have a lot of points and soon finished eating.

    After reluctantly drinking the last bite of coffee, she licked her forehead and pleaded:

    "Can I let me sleep for a while before talking? It's too cold outside."

    "No problem." Mike replied without hesitation.

    The old lady gratefully said a few times thank you, sitting in a chair, just curled up and slept.

    Mike look to the next middle-aged man who said:

    "You seem very familiar here, I want you to be our guide day, how about 3 Sool sorry, forgot to ask your name up??."

    Who in the elderly The man quickly shook his head:

    "No, no, it's too much. I am at the dock. Many times, I only have 1 Sule's income a day."

    "You call me old Kohler."

    "That, two Soules a day, this is what you deserve." "Mike has a hammer."

    Klein saw this strange bargaining, licked some of his nose with paper, and tried to refill the coffee, but suddenly he noticed that he was not right. He turned to look at the old lady who was curled up in the chair and slept.

    Her face, which has been rosy for a cup of coffee, has once again become pale, and the color and mood of the gas field have disappeared.

    "..." Klein stood up and subconsciously explored the old lady's breath.

    In the strange eyes of Mike and Kohler, he said heavily:

    "She is dead."

    Mike opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. Kohler clicked three times on his chest and smiled bitterly:

    "I know her. "It

    wo n't last long..." "In the Eastern District, this happens every day."

    "At least she filled her stomach and died in a warm place, hope, huh, I hope I can do this in the future."

    Klein silenced for a moment. :

    "Kohler, you go to the police to come."

    "Okay," Kohler points again in the chest three times, ran out of the cafe.

    The boss looked at this side and didn't come over. It seems that this is not something that needs too much attention.

    After a while, a policeman wearing a black and white uniform, carrying a short stick and not holding a pistol entered the cafe.

    He looked at the dead old lady and asked Mike and Klein a little. He waved his hand:

    "It's okay, you can wait until I find someone to take the body away."

    "So?" Mike screamed.

    He is obviously not familiar with the Eastern District.

    The policeman snorted:

    "This kind of thing, there are a lot of things in the Eastern District every day!"

    He turned his eyes and looked at Klein and Mike:

    "You are not like people here, what is it? What identity?"

    Mike Taking out the press card, Klein said that he was protecting his private detective.

    The police suddenly raised his face and looked at Klein.

    "I suspect that you are illegally holding a gun!"

    "I want to search your belongings, please cooperate, otherwise it will be regarded as resisting arrest!"

    Mike became worried. Because he knows that private detectives are generally illegally armed.

    Klein spread his hand in a blank expression:

    "Okay."

    He let the police search for it, but the other party found nothing.

    Wait until the old lady's corpse was sent away, the police will leave disappointed, Mike grip fist, fist under the table:

    "! Died in a living here, he only thought to check illegal gun"

    Here Mike looked at Klein sideways and wondered:

    "You didn't bring a gun?"

    Klein shook his head and pulled the gun bag and the revolver from under the table. He calmly said:

    "As a detective, I am rich in this area. The experience."

    As a "magician", he can put a pistol in front of the other side, but let the other party not find it.

    Moreover, because he did not buy ordinary bullets, the extraordinary bullet was temporarily thrown onto the fog. His left wheel is currently empty, but this does not prevent him from shooting with a pistol. He only needs to simulate the mouth when pulling the trigger. Just say "砰".

    See you, the old Kohler whispered next to it:

    "It turns out that you are a detective."

    Klein pointed to Mike and explained it casually:

    "I was also commissioned by this gentleman last time."

    Mike sat there without refutation, silent for a moment:

    "I have also investigated Gangsters have seen the tragic life of some prostitutes, but I don’t know about the situation in the Eastern District. You can help me to see if there is any problem with this survey interview plan.”

    He said that he took a few sheets from the inside pocket of the clothes . Paper, unfolded on the table in the cafe.

    Klein glanced at it:

    "Interview with residents of Eastern Regions of different ages?"

    "This is too much trouble. I think it can be divided according to location, better apartment, five or six people crowding a room apartment, street sheltered Corners, park benches, and bars, almshouses."

    "In addition, you can divide work hours and rest time."

    Mike listened carefully and nodded:

    "Good thinking, Kohler your opinion?"

    Old Kohler I pinched my nose and said:

    "I don't know the words... but I think the detective is

    fine ." Mike thought about it, revised the plan, and said:

    "Let's go to the nearby apartment and pick a building at random. ""
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    Bakerland East, a crossroads.

    Mike Joseph saw a lot of poorly dressed children on the street, rubbed his mouth with a handkerchief, and planned to give them some pennies.

    However, his actions were stopped by the former tramp old Kohler:

    "Those are thieves!"

    "The thief? Their parents? Or is this controlled by the gangster?" As a veteran reporter, Mike did not come. Crossing the Eastern District, but also vaguely heard that there are several gangs here to control street children to steal or beg.

    "Parents? They either have no parents, or their parents have been thieves, or they are still doing it. Of course, Mr. Reporter, you are right. Many of them are indeed controlled by the gangs. It is said that the gangs will teach them. How to steal, for example, hanging a gentleman's coat on the wall, putting a handkerchief in his pocket, hanging a pocket watch outside, and practicing it repeatedly, stealing the handkerchief and not shaking the pocket watch, oh, this is all my wandering. When I was in Han, I heard people in the almshouse." Old Kohler said succinctly, "I remember the smallest thief I have ever caught on this street, only six years old, hey, six years old..."

    He seems I remembered that my child who had lost her illness couldn't help but pull out a crumpled cigarette from her pocket, but she didn't want to suck it, just sniffed it.

    "Six years old..." Mike was shocked by this number.

    Klein listened quietly and sighed:

    "This is the Eastern District."

    He looked around and adjusted his mood:

    "It's closer to the jungle, not to human society."

    "Our interviews should be treated as an adventure ." You must know how to avoid the dangerous creatures' sites and keep away from the little things that don't seem to cause much harm to you. Well, I mean mosquitoes in the jungle."

    "Mike, if you expose the thickness of your wallet in front of those children, even if you protect well and don't let them steal, you will encounter a destined robbery in the next adventure. If you dare to resist, Perhaps the body that floated in the Tsock River in the early morning will have one more."

    "Mr. Detective, you are right! There are so many people in the Eastern District, and there are a few missing people every day. No one cares." Old Kohler Agree.

    Mike smiled and listened to it, silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said:

    "1.35 million."

    "Ah?" Because of a cold, Kline's nephew has been obviously dumb.

    Mike walked forward:

    "This is the preliminary statistics of the population of the Eastern District."

    "But I know, actually more than this."

    "So much?" Old Kohler was shocked.

    Although he has experienced the day and night in the Eastern District, he intuitively knows that there are many residents here, but he did not expect to be able to do so.

    This is several times the population of Tingen... Klein subconsciously compares the most familiar places.

    He looked at the crossroads a few steps away and said:

    "Where do we go next?"

    Old Kohler looked up and said:

    "Don't go straight, the block is controlled by the Zmanger party, they are very ferocious, completely unreasonable, if found to have an interview with reporters, we will certainly beat a meal! "

    Zi Mange party? Isn't this the gang of "no mind" that caused me the loss of 10,000 gold pounds? He is still a prisoner, I don’t remember his name... Fortunately, the 10,000 pounds eventually exchanged the recipes for Sequence 7, Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 of the Divination. "The Eye of All Black", in exchange for the life of Ambassador Intis... I don’t know which side of the manuscript of the third-generation difference machine was finally got... Klein recalled what happened last month. thing.

    "Zimman party? The gang of people mainly composed of highlanders?" Mike asked thoughtfully.

    "Mr. Reporter, have you heard of them?" Old Kohler said

    with a sigh of relief:

    "They involved a lot of cases and some reputation outside the Eastern District. It is said that members have been involved in an Intis spy case."

    ... next to you is the party, the informant, the victim... Klein silently added.

    "You decent gentlemen know the Zmang party. Why don't the police take them away?" Old Kohler asked the mind of the people at the bottom.

    Mike’s expression suddenly became a bit ugly, and he coughed twice:

    “The only ones who have done the case, the rest have no evidence, they can’t be arrested, and the East is so big, the population is so much, and who really wants to hide? It’s hard to find.”

    He said with a sigh:

    “It’s easy to destroy a Zimmergg party, but as long as there are plateau people coming to Beckland, as long as they still have a brave fight. Tradition, and did not find other ways to make a living, the new Zimmerger party appeared only a matter of time."

    This is a complex social problem... Klein pointed to the left and right sides:

    "Choose one side."

    Old Kohler To the right side of the street:

    "There is the Huili party active, as long as it does not provoke the street and the bar to do it, um, the girl who does the business, will not be noticed by them, huh, now is the morning, there will be no What problem, they are still sleeping."

    The word "Hui Li" means "unlawful" in the Lun language. The gang of this name can be said to be quite self-aware.

    Klein and Mike had no opinion on this. Under the guidance of the guide, they entered the block.

    The buildings here are relatively good, and the environment on the street is not so dirty. The air is filled with the taste of food and drink such as oyster soup, fragrant meat fish, ginger beer left by street vendors and the smell of fish and fish.

    Walking here, Klein had an inexplicable familiarity, like returning to Tingen, returning to Iron Cross Street and returning to the street outside the apartment where he originally lived.

    The only difference is that Beckland is closer to the sea and has more developed traffic. There are quite a few sea fish here.

    "It's a good apartment nearby. I used to wander around several times and found that the gentleman and the lady inside are dressed, um, relatively clean." Old Kohler pointed to a pale yellow three-story building.

    The three men came together and found a sign hanging on the entrance of the apartment with a pocket watch, wall clock and screwdriver, and words such as “repairing the clock”.

    “Is there a watchmaker here?” Klein unearthed a similar scene from the memory fragments of the original Lord.

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

    After Klein’s “death”, this pocket watch with double value of money and emotion was not buried.

    Should it be owned by Benson now? I don't know if he took out the pocket watch every time, would you think of me... Klein suddenly blinked and outlined his mouth.

    "It should be." Mike is not sure.

    If there is a problem with his pocket watch, it is usually sent to the original watch store, which is assigned to the subordinate's repairman or entrusted to the long-term cooperation of the craftsman.

    Just entering the apartment, they saw a middle-aged man with a beard.

    The gentleman just came out of the bathroom and went back to the room. After discovering that three strangers came in, he asked:

    "Do you want to repair the clock?"

    It’s a coincidence... I met the craftsman directly... Klein was a little surprised.

    Mike took out his pocket watch and smiled and said:

    "Yes, my pocket watch has always been out of time. You can help me take a look."

    He did not reveal his identity and planned to do an interview in a casual chat.

    The middle-aged man suddenly smiled and led them into a two-room room half-covered, pointing to the chair at the wooden table:

    "Let's wait, I will get the tools."

    "Your tools are not at home?" Mike asked strangely.

    The watchmaker shook his head and smiled:

    "How is it possible?"

    "A set of tools is very expensive. I can't afford it alone. I can only collect money and buy three or four sets. Whoever has business will use it, so, We moved to a piece, huh, huh, this is more convenient, if you are too far apart, you have to spend extra time and the public carriage fee to borrow tools."

    He said that he went out and walked to the side.

    It turned out that it was no coincidence that we met watchmakers. Many of the residents here were watchmakers... Klein was amazed.

    Old Kohler looked at the room and said enviously:

    "Before I was sick, I lived in this place. My wife would help people to mend clothes at home, two children, two children..."

    Mike sighed. Pressing down the voice:

    "I thought the watchmakers were very rich."

    "Me too..." Klein pinched his nose.

    ............

    After a friendly exchange with several guests in the apartment, Klein and others set foot on the adventure again.

    They walked a hundred meters and suddenly heard someone quarreling at the street.

    The two ladies screamed and greeted each other in a variety of indecent language, and let Klein learn a lot of words that had never been heard before.

    The reason for their quarrel was that the woman on the left accused the right woman of making the environment of the apartment she was dirty and would make noise. The woman on the right side slammed the left side and thought it was her own problem. No one asked her to solicit guests at night and sleep during the day.

    "That is a woman who washes?" Mike listened a little and frowned.

    "Yes, I know her, she is a widow, with her two daughters helping people wash clothes." Old Kohler made a positive reply.

    Mike thought for a few seconds:

    "Take me to see their home."

    Old Kohler nodded and led the two around the quarrel and entered the dilapidated house that was obviously not as good as the apartment.

    Just outside the room where the women were washing, Klein immediately felt the humidity.

    There was a dress that was still dry, and a 17-year-old girl was kneeling in front of the big pot, washing the foamy things, and the girl who was younger than her was wrapped in a wet coat. The red iron on the linen cloth carefully handles the items that have been washed and dried. Her movements are cautious and seem to have been burned many times by steam.

    This is both their workplace and the place where they sleep at night. The moist water vapor fills the room and immersed them in their bodies.

    In addition, the stench of various odors is so obvious.

    "Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Mike squeezed his nose.

    Klein snorted and replied:

    "I have a cold..."

    He didn't smile a little.

    Mike released his finger and walked into the room,

    saying to the two weird girls: "I am a reporter, I want to interview the women who wash the pulp."

    The girl in the clothes shook her head numbly:

    "We have a lot of things to do and we can't delay."

    Mike's interview request was rejected.

    He came out with a heavy expression and walked back to the street silently.

    Looked, he snorted and said:

    "Let's continue."

    ............

    Silver City, Dairyk Berg, who had auditory hallucinations, was taken to the bottom of the round tower after detailed inspection.

    - Here are residents who have runaway signs and try to save them in various ways.

    Walking in the dark and aisle, he suddenly felt some inexplicable chills.

    "Help!"

    A scream in the closed room.

    "Save..."

    The sound stopped abruptly and it was quiet all around.
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