Early Sunday morning, Klein just finished his breakfast and heard the expected doorbell.
But to his surprise, not only were reporters Mike Joseph, but also Dr. Allen.
Sherlock, I had that nightmare again last night, and I think it's not normal.Allen didn't avoid Mike and spoke as soon as he entered the living room.
Before Klein could answer, he took out his wallet and took out a paper crane:
Did you think it would be its problem?
Ever since I found it and carried it with me, I started having nightmares.
Klein looked at him indifferently, and his expression suddenly became a little frozen. If he had not been a clown and had a strong control over the muscles of his face, he might even have an unconcealed smile in front of reporters and doctors. Yes, a smile.
This, this paper crane is broken into uglier than mine... This is the idea that Klein had in an instant.
At this moment, he had the urge to cover his face and sigh:
Is this the tradition that the night-time master has inherited, and the manual work is relatively poor?
There is no doubt that the Thousand Paper Crane in front of him was the product of another bag loss. After getting the accurate news from Klein, the night-time people seemed to have no delay. That night, they sneaked into Dr. Allen's bedroom and exchanged the Thousand Paper Crane he had folded for the one in their wallet.
But what they could not imagine was that the one in the wallet was also fake, which was folded by Klein on the gray fog, which was quite rough.
There was some humor inexplicably... Klein glanced at Dr. Alan, who was unaware of anything, cleared his throat and said:
Maybe that's the case. I suggest you go to church again and talk to the previous bishop. We must believe that the gods we believe in are always watching me.
While speaking, he drew a triangle holy emblem on his chest.
After the Nightmare left last night, Klein had been to the Gray Mist. He was given a very safe inspiration to tell whether it was dangerous to not exchange for the Thousand Paper Cranes. Therefore, he can now make such suggestions with interest and try to tease his former colleagues.
Seeing that the paper cranes that were not well broken were back in their hands, I wonder what kind of mood they would be... Klein comforted Dr. Allen seriously, turned to the reporter and smiled:
Mike, what I want to suggest most to Allen is to see a psychologist, but faith can certainly soothe his soul.
You are not frank at all.Mike laughed, "Okay, it's time for us to set off."
The next day, Klein accompanied the Daily Observer reporter into the East District and interviewed the rescued girls.
No one refuses in the face of a full pound of interview fees, even some girls who have suffered damage.
In this interview, Kapin's sin is one point, and the girls' current situation is another point, the former is angry and the latter is heavy.
Daisy is actually quite lucky. She can start working immediately after returning home and exchange her own labor for food. No more than one-third of the rescued people like her, and most of them are those with some savings at home. Their situation allows them who are physically and mentally traumatized for the time being and can patiently find the right job.
The other two-thirds of the rescued people have to run around to survive. When the textile workers are unemployed in large numbers, they often can only find some temporary low-paid jobs. The parents, brothers and sisters at home have not been unemployed, and they can at least help each other and barely fill their stomachs. The less optimistic part of the family has already embarked on the road of standing in the street girl, and it seems that they have never been rescued. They betray their bodies once, perhaps just for some food.
This made Mike silent as last time, and he didn't come back to his senses until he left the East Side when it was dark and thanked Klein:
Sherlock, thanks to your help, otherwise I would definitely be blackmailed by those gangsters and gang members today.
Isn't this what you hired me?Klein smiled politely without any smugness.
With the previous advice, the old Kohler and Liv's family did not disclose his free help to find people, especially Daisy, who was quite smart. When Mike asked them what special people they knew, he directly answered Mr. Journalist and Mr. Detective.
Mike nodded inertia and walked in silence for a while.
Before getting on the carriage, he suddenly breathed:
I would like to call on the government to take out Kaping's real estate and set up a rescue fund to use annual income to steadily help these rescued girls, help other people who have been hurt by Kaping, and give them a chance to break free from the current predicament.
Although Kaping's safe has been looted by the thief, his greatest wealth lies in the real estate he purchased, and these should be illegal gains.
After listening carefully, Klein looked at Mike deeply and praised him sincerely:
You are the best journalist I have ever met.
There are many journalists like me, and there are always some idealists in this world.Mike sighed.
After saying that, he paid Klein the 10 pounds of employment and took off his hat and waved it.
Watching the reporter get into the taxi carriage, Klein is about to take public transportation in another direction. At this time, Mike suddenly opened the window and asked with a teasing smile:
Sherlock, I won’t be the only reporter you know, right?
Klein was stunned for a moment and laughed:
you guess.
…………
City of Silver.
Derickberg was like a beast trapped indoors, pacing back and forth in the room with a little anxiety.
He felt that the chief did not pay enough attention to his report, and was worried that the members of the Exploration Team who had not known what the Fallen Creator had influenced him would cause devastating damage to the city that had lasted in the dark for 2,582 years after being lifted from isolation.
In such a situation, he was eager to get the opinions of Mr. Hangman and Miss Justice who knew the fallen Creator quite well.
This is the one he most looks forward to the Tarot party.
Wait a little longer, wait for a while, if Mr. Fool has not yet summoned, I will pray to Him directly...Derick tried to calm himself down, but his pace in the circle was not slow at all.
Suddenly, he saw the boundless grey fog and heard the savior-like voice:
Prepare for the party.
Derick breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the edge of the bed more cautiously, laying down, pretending that he was ready to sleep for a while due to fatigue.
After silent counting a few thousand heartbeats, he waited for another moment before being swallowed by the illusory crimson light.
At this moment, Derrick's room was extremely quiet, and lightning flashes across the sky outside the window made the darkness away from the earth.
Suddenly, in the corner of his bedside, the black squirmed and stretched, turning into a human form!
The dark shadow climbed up quickly and looked down at Derrick quietly.
He observed carefully for dozens of seconds and shrank back without any gain.
In the corner, the shadows were as usual, without any change.
…………
The boundless grey mist filled his feet as usual, and the long bronze table in front of him was mottled with rust green but not rotten. The first thing Derick saw was Miss Justice and Miss Magic sitting opposite him. The familiar and brisk greetings came into his ears:
Good afternoon, Mr. ‘Follower’~
good afternoon……
Crane, shrouded in the grey mist, nodding gently, seemingly responding to the greetings of Miss Justice and other members leisurely, but in fact he is busy manipulating the world, making him act like a real person.
I finished interviewing with Mike yesterday. It was already dinner time. Klein found a Fernet-style restaurant outside and was so spicy that he took the initiative to ask for a glass of desert beer.
After returning home after eating and drinking, he did not go out again in the following time, either studying the "Secret Book" or preparing food by himself, which greatly relieved the heavy emotions that would arise every time he went to the East District.
Before he knew it, the afternoon came, and he turned his mind to the Tarot party.
After saying hello, Justice Audrey endured her curiosity and excitement and did not rush to ask what the truth behind the Kaping incident was.
The fool may not answer, but how could he know if He wants to answer without asking?
Well, I hope He makes equivalent demands, I try to satisfy them... Audrey looked around and observed the status of other members.
As a mind reader, she soon discovered some anomalies:
Hey, Sun is very anxious. What happened to the former captain of the exploration team?Meet Amon?
Also, Forsy was in a state of wanting to ask but not daring to ask... She should have seen the newspaper and guessed from the Tarot card that Kaping's death was something we Tarot would do, but she was puzzled by whom the Emperor card represented... She seemed to be even more in awe of Mr. Fool. What did she encounter?
Hanging Man. The gentleman is in a good mood. His potion has been digested... He seems to be looking forward to something...
Mr. World still looks gloomy and restrained, and it is difficult to read his current thoughts. He is really the nemesis of the audience's path...
Sun Derick did not intend to hide his anxiety, but did not directly ask all the members of the Tarot Club.
He knew very well that the opening period belonged to Mr. Fool, unless there was no such diary of Rossell.
There is no need to worry, the party has already started... If Mr. Fool is in a good mood, he might answer some questions... Derrick comforted himself.
The Hanged Man Alger turned his head and looked upwards, and said humbly:
Dear Mr. Fool, I collected three new Russell's diary.
journal?Rossell's Diary?Magician Forsi pricked his ears.
Klein responded with a smile:
What do you want to trade them for?
Looking at the card covered by Mr. Fool, Arger suppressed his enthusiasm:
I want to know what the card next to you is.
But to his surprise, not only were reporters Mike Joseph, but also Dr. Allen.
Sherlock, I had that nightmare again last night, and I think it's not normal.Allen didn't avoid Mike and spoke as soon as he entered the living room.
Before Klein could answer, he took out his wallet and took out a paper crane:
Did you think it would be its problem?
Ever since I found it and carried it with me, I started having nightmares.
Klein looked at him indifferently, and his expression suddenly became a little frozen. If he had not been a clown and had a strong control over the muscles of his face, he might even have an unconcealed smile in front of reporters and doctors. Yes, a smile.
This, this paper crane is broken into uglier than mine... This is the idea that Klein had in an instant.
At this moment, he had the urge to cover his face and sigh:
Is this the tradition that the night-time master has inherited, and the manual work is relatively poor?
There is no doubt that the Thousand Paper Crane in front of him was the product of another bag loss. After getting the accurate news from Klein, the night-time people seemed to have no delay. That night, they sneaked into Dr. Allen's bedroom and exchanged the Thousand Paper Crane he had folded for the one in their wallet.
But what they could not imagine was that the one in the wallet was also fake, which was folded by Klein on the gray fog, which was quite rough.
There was some humor inexplicably... Klein glanced at Dr. Alan, who was unaware of anything, cleared his throat and said:
Maybe that's the case. I suggest you go to church again and talk to the previous bishop. We must believe that the gods we believe in are always watching me.
While speaking, he drew a triangle holy emblem on his chest.
After the Nightmare left last night, Klein had been to the Gray Mist. He was given a very safe inspiration to tell whether it was dangerous to not exchange for the Thousand Paper Cranes. Therefore, he can now make such suggestions with interest and try to tease his former colleagues.
Seeing that the paper cranes that were not well broken were back in their hands, I wonder what kind of mood they would be... Klein comforted Dr. Allen seriously, turned to the reporter and smiled:
Mike, what I want to suggest most to Allen is to see a psychologist, but faith can certainly soothe his soul.
You are not frank at all.Mike laughed, "Okay, it's time for us to set off."
The next day, Klein accompanied the Daily Observer reporter into the East District and interviewed the rescued girls.
No one refuses in the face of a full pound of interview fees, even some girls who have suffered damage.
In this interview, Kapin's sin is one point, and the girls' current situation is another point, the former is angry and the latter is heavy.
Daisy is actually quite lucky. She can start working immediately after returning home and exchange her own labor for food. No more than one-third of the rescued people like her, and most of them are those with some savings at home. Their situation allows them who are physically and mentally traumatized for the time being and can patiently find the right job.
The other two-thirds of the rescued people have to run around to survive. When the textile workers are unemployed in large numbers, they often can only find some temporary low-paid jobs. The parents, brothers and sisters at home have not been unemployed, and they can at least help each other and barely fill their stomachs. The less optimistic part of the family has already embarked on the road of standing in the street girl, and it seems that they have never been rescued. They betray their bodies once, perhaps just for some food.
This made Mike silent as last time, and he didn't come back to his senses until he left the East Side when it was dark and thanked Klein:
Sherlock, thanks to your help, otherwise I would definitely be blackmailed by those gangsters and gang members today.
Isn't this what you hired me?Klein smiled politely without any smugness.
With the previous advice, the old Kohler and Liv's family did not disclose his free help to find people, especially Daisy, who was quite smart. When Mike asked them what special people they knew, he directly answered Mr. Journalist and Mr. Detective.
Mike nodded inertia and walked in silence for a while.
Before getting on the carriage, he suddenly breathed:
I would like to call on the government to take out Kaping's real estate and set up a rescue fund to use annual income to steadily help these rescued girls, help other people who have been hurt by Kaping, and give them a chance to break free from the current predicament.
Although Kaping's safe has been looted by the thief, his greatest wealth lies in the real estate he purchased, and these should be illegal gains.
After listening carefully, Klein looked at Mike deeply and praised him sincerely:
You are the best journalist I have ever met.
There are many journalists like me, and there are always some idealists in this world.Mike sighed.
After saying that, he paid Klein the 10 pounds of employment and took off his hat and waved it.
Watching the reporter get into the taxi carriage, Klein is about to take public transportation in another direction. At this time, Mike suddenly opened the window and asked with a teasing smile:
Sherlock, I won’t be the only reporter you know, right?
Klein was stunned for a moment and laughed:
you guess.
…………
City of Silver.
Derickberg was like a beast trapped indoors, pacing back and forth in the room with a little anxiety.
He felt that the chief did not pay enough attention to his report, and was worried that the members of the Exploration Team who had not known what the Fallen Creator had influenced him would cause devastating damage to the city that had lasted in the dark for 2,582 years after being lifted from isolation.
In such a situation, he was eager to get the opinions of Mr. Hangman and Miss Justice who knew the fallen Creator quite well.
This is the one he most looks forward to the Tarot party.
Wait a little longer, wait for a while, if Mr. Fool has not yet summoned, I will pray to Him directly...Derick tried to calm himself down, but his pace in the circle was not slow at all.
Suddenly, he saw the boundless grey fog and heard the savior-like voice:
Prepare for the party.
Derick breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the edge of the bed more cautiously, laying down, pretending that he was ready to sleep for a while due to fatigue.
After silent counting a few thousand heartbeats, he waited for another moment before being swallowed by the illusory crimson light.
At this moment, Derrick's room was extremely quiet, and lightning flashes across the sky outside the window made the darkness away from the earth.
Suddenly, in the corner of his bedside, the black squirmed and stretched, turning into a human form!
The dark shadow climbed up quickly and looked down at Derrick quietly.
He observed carefully for dozens of seconds and shrank back without any gain.
In the corner, the shadows were as usual, without any change.
…………
The boundless grey mist filled his feet as usual, and the long bronze table in front of him was mottled with rust green but not rotten. The first thing Derick saw was Miss Justice and Miss Magic sitting opposite him. The familiar and brisk greetings came into his ears:
Good afternoon, Mr. ‘Follower’~
good afternoon……
Crane, shrouded in the grey mist, nodding gently, seemingly responding to the greetings of Miss Justice and other members leisurely, but in fact he is busy manipulating the world, making him act like a real person.
I finished interviewing with Mike yesterday. It was already dinner time. Klein found a Fernet-style restaurant outside and was so spicy that he took the initiative to ask for a glass of desert beer.
After returning home after eating and drinking, he did not go out again in the following time, either studying the "Secret Book" or preparing food by himself, which greatly relieved the heavy emotions that would arise every time he went to the East District.
Before he knew it, the afternoon came, and he turned his mind to the Tarot party.
After saying hello, Justice Audrey endured her curiosity and excitement and did not rush to ask what the truth behind the Kaping incident was.
The fool may not answer, but how could he know if He wants to answer without asking?
Well, I hope He makes equivalent demands, I try to satisfy them... Audrey looked around and observed the status of other members.
As a mind reader, she soon discovered some anomalies:
Hey, Sun is very anxious. What happened to the former captain of the exploration team?Meet Amon?
Also, Forsy was in a state of wanting to ask but not daring to ask... She should have seen the newspaper and guessed from the Tarot card that Kaping's death was something we Tarot would do, but she was puzzled by whom the Emperor card represented... She seemed to be even more in awe of Mr. Fool. What did she encounter?
Hanging Man. The gentleman is in a good mood. His potion has been digested... He seems to be looking forward to something...
Mr. World still looks gloomy and restrained, and it is difficult to read his current thoughts. He is really the nemesis of the audience's path...
Sun Derick did not intend to hide his anxiety, but did not directly ask all the members of the Tarot Club.
He knew very well that the opening period belonged to Mr. Fool, unless there was no such diary of Rossell.
There is no need to worry, the party has already started... If Mr. Fool is in a good mood, he might answer some questions... Derrick comforted himself.
The Hanged Man Alger turned his head and looked upwards, and said humbly:
Dear Mr. Fool, I collected three new Russell's diary.
journal?Rossell's Diary?Magician Forsi pricked his ears.
Klein responded with a smile:
What do you want to trade them for?
Looking at the card covered by Mr. Fool, Arger suppressed his enthusiasm:
I want to know what the card next to you is.
![[Historical fiction] Breeze is about to bloom - Another world, officialdom, training](/templates/nvshen/themes/img/thumb_1.png)