Chapter 177 Expectation

On Sunday morning, not long after Klein finished his breakfast, he heard the expected doorbell.

But to his surprise, not only reporter Mike Joseph, but also Dr. Allen came.

"Sherlock, I had that nightmare again last night. I don't think it's normal." Alan didn't avoid Mike, and said as soon as he entered the living room.

Before Klein could answer, he took out his wallet and took out a paper crane:

"Do you think it's the problem?

"Ever since I found it and carried it with me, I have had nightmares."

Klein glanced at it indifferently, his expression suddenly froze. If he hadn't been a "clown" before and had a strong ability to control the facial muscles, he might even show an unconcealable smile in front of reporters and doctors. Yes, smile.

This, this Thousand Paper Crane is uglier than mine... This was Klein's instant thought.

At this moment, he had the urge to cover his face and sigh:

Could it be that the tradition of the Nighthawks has been passed down in one continuous line, and manual work is relatively poor?

There is no doubt that the thousand paper cranes in front of him are the product of another package swap. After getting accurate information from Klein, the Nighthawks didn't seem to delay, and sneaked into Dr. Allen's bedroom that night, using the thousand papers they folded. Crane switched the one in the wallet.

But what they didn't expect was that the one in the wallet was also fake, it was folded by Klein above the gray mist, and it was quite rough.

Feeling inexplicably happy... Klein glanced at Dr. Allen, who was unaware, cleared his throat and said:

"Maybe so. I suggest you go to the church again and talk to the bishop before. We must believe that the gods we believe in are always watching me."

While speaking, he drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest.

After the "Nightmare" left last night, Klein went to above the gray mist, divining whether it would be dangerous to switch back to the thousand paper cranes, and got a very safe revelation, so now he can do this with great interest. Suggestion, try to play tricks on former colleagues.

Seeing the thousand paper cranes that he folded poorly returned to their hands, I don't know what kind of mood they will have... Klein comforted Dr. Allen away solemnly, then turned to Mr. Reporter and said with a smile:

"Mike, in fact, what I want to suggest to Allen most is to see a psychiatrist, but faith must also calm his mind.

"

"You're not frank at all." Mike laughed. "Okay, it's time for us to go."

On the following day, Klein accompanied the reporter from the "Daily Observer" into the East District to interview the rescued girls.

In the face of a full £1 interview fee, no one refused, even some girls who had been tortured.

In this interview, Capin's crime is one focus, and the current situation of those girls is another focus. The former makes people angry, while the latter makes people feel heavy.

Daisy is actually quite lucky. She can go to work immediately after returning home, and she can get food in exchange for her own labor. No more than one-third of the rescued people like her are those who have some savings at home. Their situation allows them, who have been physically and mentally traumatized, to not be busy for a while, but to patiently look for suitable jobs.

The other two-thirds of the rescued had to run around in order to survive. When a large number of female textile workers were unemployed, they often could only find some temporary jobs with low wages. Those whose parents, brothers and sisters were not unemployed were fine At least they can help each other and barely fill their stomachs. The part of the family that is not so optimistic has already embarked on the road of street girls, and it seems that they have never been rescued. They sold their bodies once, maybe just for some food. .

This made Mike become as silent as last time. He didn't come back to himself until he left the East District when it was dark, and thanked Klein:

"Sherlock, thanks to your help, otherwise I would definitely be blackmailed by those gangsters and gangsters today."

"Isn't that why you hired me?" Klein smiled politely without any complacency.

With the previous advice, the old Kohler and Liv's family did not disclose that he helped find people for free, especially Daisy, who was very smart, when Mike asked them if they knew any special people, she directly answered "Mr. Reporter and Mr. Detective." ".

Mike nodded habitually, and walked in silence for a while.

Before getting into the carriage, he suddenly exhaled and said:

"I would like to appeal in this report, and call on the government to take out Capin's real estate and set up a relief fund to use the annual income to help these rescued girls stably and help other people who have been hurt by Capin. They have a chance to break out of their current predicament.

"Although Capin's safe has been looted by that rogue, his greatest wealth is in the real estate he purchased. These, these should all be obtained illegally."

Klein listened carefully, took a deep look at Mike, and sincerely praised:

"You are the best reporter I have ever met."

"There are still many reporters like me. There are always some idealists in this world." Mike sighed.

After speaking, he paid Klein the employment fee of 10 pounds, took off his hat and waved it.

After watching the reporter get into the taxi, Klein was about to take public transportation in another direction. At this moment, Mike suddenly opened the window and asked with a teasing smile:

"Sherlock, I'm not the only reporter you know, am I?"

Klein froze for a moment, then laughed and said:

"you guess."

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City of Silver.

Derrick Berg was like a beast trapped indoors, pacing back and forth in the room a little anxiously.

He felt that the "chief" did not pay enough attention to his report, and worried that those members of the exploration team, who did not know how they had been affected by the "Fallen Creator", would think of this building that had lasted for 2,582 years in the dark after the quarantine was lifted. cities inflicting devastating damage.

Under such a situation, he desperately wanted to get opinions, to get the opinions of Mr. "The Hanged Man" and Miss "Justice" who knew the "Fallen Creator" quite well.

This is the time he looks forward to the Tarot meeting the most.

Wait a little longer, if Mister Fool doesn't call, I'll pray to him directly... Derrick tried to calm himself down, but he didn't slow down in the circle.

Suddenly, he saw the boundless gray fog and heard the savior-like voice:

"Get ready for the party."

Derrick heaved a sigh of relief, sat on the edge of the bed more cautiously, and lay down, pretending that he was going to sleep for a while due to fatigue.

After silently counting the slightly rapid heartbeat of a thousand times, he waited for a while before being engulfed by the illusory crimson light.

At this moment, Derrick's room was unusually quiet, and the lightning flashed across the sky outside the window one after another, keeping the darkness away from the land.

Suddenly, in the corner of his bedside, the black wriggled and stretched, turning into a human form!

The black shadow quickly climbed up, quietly looking down at Derrick.

He observed it carefully for dozens of seconds, then retracted without gaining anything.

In the corner, the shadows remained unchanged.

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The boundless gray mist permeated the feet as always, the long bronze table in front of him was mottled with rust green but not decayed, the first thing Derrick "Sun" saw was Miss "Justice" and "Magician" sitting opposite Miss, what came to his ears was the familiar, brisk greeting:

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool~"

"good afternoon……"

Klein, shrouded in gray mist, nodded slightly, seemingly leisurely responding to the greetings from Miss Justice and other members, but he was actually busy manipulating the "world" to make him appear like a real person.

After interviewing with reporter Mike yesterday, it was already dinner time. Klein found a Feneport-style restaurant outside, and was so hot that he offered to ask for a glass of desert beer.

After eating and drinking enough to go home, he didn't go out for the next time, or study the "Book of Secrets", or prepare food by himself, which relieved a lot of the heavy emotions that would arise every time he went to the East District.

Unknowingly, when the afternoon came, he shifted his mind to the Tarot meeting.

After saying hello, Audrey the Justice endured curiosity and excitement, and was not in a hurry to ask what was the truth behind the Capin incident.

Mister Fool might not answer, but how would he know if He wanted to answer if he didn't ask? Well, I hope that he will make an equivalent request, and I will try my best to meet it... Audrey looked around and observed the status of other members.

As a "mind reader", she quickly discovered some anomalies:

Hey, "Sun" is very anxious, what happened to the former captain of the exploration team? Have you met Amon?

Also, Fors is in a state of wanting to ask but not daring to ask... She should have read the newspaper and guessed from the Tarot cards that Kapin's death was something we would do in the Tarot, but she was puzzled by what the "Emperor" card represented Who... She seems to be in awe of Mister Fool even more, what happened to her?

Mr. "The Hanged Man" is in a good mood, his potion has been digested... He seems to be looking forward to something...

Mister "World" still looks gloomy and introverted, it is difficult to read his current thoughts, he is really the nemesis of the "spectator" path...

Derrick "The Sun" did not intend to hide his anxiety, but he did not directly ask the members of the Tarot Society.

He is very clear that the opening period belongs to Mister Fool, unless there is no such diary of Roselle.

There is no need to worry, the party has already started... If Mister Fool is in a good mood, he may answer some questions... Derrick comforted himself.

"The Hanged Man" Argel looked sideways upwards, and said humbly:

"Dear Mister Fool, I have collected three new pages of Roselle's diary."

journal? Roselle's diary? "Magician" Forsi pricked up her ears.

Klein responded with a smile:

"What do you want to trade them for?"

Glancing at the card covered in Mister Fool's hand, "The Hanged Man" Alger suppressed his enthusiasm and said:

"I want to know what the card next to you is."

PS: The third shift is completed, ask for a monthly ticket~