Finally, the middle-aged and elderly man with gray hair drank a sip of tea and smiled and sighed:
In fact, this is much better than me before, and it is better than many people here, such as...
He pointed to the homeless men huddled in the corner outside the window.
Klein and Mike followed and saw a curled tramp lying all over the floor in a dirty place where they could shelter them, including men and women, old and young.
In this cold late autumn, they may not be able to wake up again.
At this time, Klein noticed an old lady in her sixties standing on the street. Her dress was old and torn, but she was relatively neat and her hair was meticulous.
The gray-haired old lady had the usual distress of a homeless man on her face, but she still insisted on not huddling with the bunch of people, but walked slowly on the side of the road, looking deep and numb from time to time.
This is also a pity person.The former homeless man who ate the remaining black bread also found the old lady and sighed a few times. She was said to have been doing well before. Her husband was a grain merchant and had a very energetic child. Unfortunately, she went bankrupt later. Her husband and children died not long after. She was different from us. Really, she could tell at a glance... Alas, she shouldn't have been able to hold on for long, unless she could go to the poor home every time.
As he listened, Mike's expression changed from calm to gloomy, and he slowly exhaled:
I want to ask her for an interview. Can you invite her for me?She can eat and drink as much as she wants here.
The middle-aged and elderly man didn't find it strange to this request, but just looked at Klein and Mike separately, as if saying, you are indeed colleagues.
OK, I think she will definitely be happy.He took a sip of tea and stood up and walked out of the greasy cafe.
Not long after, the old lady with old but neat dress followed him in, her blue-white face slightly faded under the warmth of the cafe.
She kept trembling, as if she wanted to emit the chill in her body little by little and absorb the relatively high temperature in the cafe. Even if she sat on the chair, she would use it for more than a minute to truly relieve it.
You can order whatever you want, this is the reward for the interview.Klein said something for Mike.
After Mike nodded, the old lady reserved toast, inferior cream and coffee, and then smiled:
I heard that when I haven't got food for too long, I can't eat greasy things.
Very kind, very homemade, not like a wanderer at all... Klein sighed silently.
Before the food was delivered, Mike asked casually:
Can you talk about how you became a wanderer?
The old lady showed a memory look and said with a bitter smile:
My husband is a grain merchant who mainly buys various food from domestic farmers, and we have quickly gone bankrupt since the Cereals Act was repealed.
He was not young at all, and was knocked down by this incident and his body quickly collapsed and died soon after.
My child, who was an excellent young man, had been doing business with his father, and he couldn't accept such a blow, so he jumped into the Tassok River on a moonless night.
He failed to commit suicide for the first time and was sent to the magistrate court. The police and the judges were impatient and felt that he had delayed their time.
If you want to commit suicide, please commit suicide quietly and successfully, don’t bother us... Well, they probably want to say that, but they also think it’s too direct.
My child was imprisoned and not long after, he committed suicide for the second time and succeeded.
The old lady said it calmly, as if it was not something she had ever encountered.
But for some reason, Klein felt a strong sadness.
There is no greater sorrow than death in his heart... He suddenly remembered this sentence he had heard in his previous life.
In this world, suicide is not only a prohibited act by major churches, but also an object of legal punishment.
As for the reason, Klein knew very well what it was. First of all, many suicides choose to jump into the river. Without being discovered in time, there is a certain probability that they will become water ghosts. Secondly, the suicides are often very wrong. In this state, ending their lives is like offering sacrifices, which may resonate with some strange and terrible existences.
Therefore, their bodies or some items around them will be covered with strange curses and endanger others.
This is probably how the Doom Dog behind Chanis Gate in Tingen.
Therefore, the seven major churches of Orthodox God all started from their own doctrines and prohibited believers from committing suicide, and the royal family also promoted corresponding legislation.
Of course, this seems a bit ridiculous to Klein. Will a person who wants to commit suicide be afraid of the law and punishment?
Mike was recording, and just as he was about to say something, the owner of the cafe had already brought the food over.
You fill your stomach first, and we will talk later.Mike pointed to the toast.
OKThe old lady ate the food in small mouthfuls, looking very well-educated.
She didn't order much and finished it soon.
After reluctantly taking her last sip of coffee, she rubbed her forehead and begged:
Can I sleep for a while before chatting?It's too cold outside.
No problem.Mike replied without hesitation.
The old lady said thank you several times thank you, sat on the chair, and curled up and fell asleep.
Mike looked at the middle-aged and elderly man next to him and said:
You seem to be familiar with this place?I want to ask you to be our guide, how about 3 day Suler?Sorry, I forgot to ask your name.
The middle-aged and elderly man shook his head quickly and said:
No no no no no, this is too much, I am at the dock, and many times, I only have 1 Sule's income a day.
Just call me Old Kohler.
That, two Sule a day, you deserve it.Mike made the final decision.
After seeing this strange bargaining, Klein hummed a little on paper and planned to refill the coffee, but suddenly realized something was wrong and turned his head to look at the old lady sleeping in a chair.
Her face, which had become much rosy after drinking coffee, turned blue and white again, and the color of aura and emotional color had disappeared.
... Klein stood up and subconsciously reached out to explore the old lady's breath.
In Mike and Kohler's surprised eyes, he said heavy:
She is dead.
Mike opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. Kohler lit up three times on his chest and smiled bitterly:
I knew she couldn't last long...
In the East Side, this happens every day.
At least she filled her stomach and died in a warm place. Hoho, I hope I can do this in the future.
Klein was silent for a moment:
Kohler, come to the police.
OKKohler ticked three times on his chest again and ran out of the cafe.
The boss looked here and didn't come over. It seemed that this was not something that needed to be cared about.
After a while, a policeman wearing a black and white grid uniform, carrying a short stick and holding a pistol entered the cafe.
He looked at the dead old lady, asked Mike and Klein a little, and waved his hand and said:
It's okay, you can leave when I find someone to take the body away.
that's all?Mike spoke in shock.
He is obviously not very familiar with the East District.
The policeman shouted:
There are many such things happening in the East District every day!
His eyes rolled, looking at Klein and Mike:
You don’t look like the people here, what’s your name?What is the identity?
Mike took out a reporter's certificate, while Klein said he was a private detective who protected him.
The policeman suddenly looked sternly and looked at Klein and said:
I suspect you illegally hold a gun!
I want to search your personal belongings, please cooperate, otherwise it will be considered as a refusal to arrest!
Mike became worried at once because he knew that private detectives were generally illegal to possess guns.
Klein stood up expressionlessly and said:
OK
He let the policeman search, but the other party found nothing.
When the old lady's body was sent away, the disappointed policeman left. Mike clenched his fists and pounded the table:
A living person died here, but he just wanted to investigate illegally holding a gun!
Speaking of this, Mike turned his head and looked at Klein, wonderingly:
You didn't bring a gun?
Klein shook his head, pulled out the gun bag and revolver from under the table, and said calmly:
As a detective, I have extensive experience in this area.
As a magician, he can put a pistol in front of the other party, but the other party cannot find it.
Moreover, since he didn't buy ordinary bullets, the Extraordinary bullet was temporarily thrown into the gray fog. His revolver is currently empty, but this does not prevent him from shooting with a pistol. He just needs to simulate a bang with his mouth when pulling the trigger.
Seeing this, the old Kohler next to him whispered:
It turns out you are a detective.
Klein pointed at Mike and explained casually:
I was also commissioned by this gentleman last time.
Mike sat there without refuting, and said after a moment of silence:
Although I have also investigated gangs and witnessed the miserable lives of some prostitutes, I don’t know the situation in the East District. Please help me see if there is any problem with this investigation and interview plan.
He said as he took out a few sheets of paper from his inner pocket of his clothes and spread it onto the table in the cafe.
Klein glanced:
Interviews with East District residents of different ages?
This is too troublesome. I think it can be divided according to the location. It is a better apartment, an apartment with five or six people crowded in one room, a corner of the street shelter, a bench in the park, a bar, and a workhouse.
In addition, you can divide work hours and rest hours.
After listening carefully, Mike nodded:
Good idea, what do you think?
Old Kohler pinched his nose and said:
I don't know the words...but I think what Mr. Detective said is OK.
Mike thought about it, modified the plan, and said:
Then let’s go to the nearby apartment first and choose one at will.
In fact, this is much better than me before, and it is better than many people here, such as...
He pointed to the homeless men huddled in the corner outside the window.
Klein and Mike followed and saw a curled tramp lying all over the floor in a dirty place where they could shelter them, including men and women, old and young.
In this cold late autumn, they may not be able to wake up again.
At this time, Klein noticed an old lady in her sixties standing on the street. Her dress was old and torn, but she was relatively neat and her hair was meticulous.
The gray-haired old lady had the usual distress of a homeless man on her face, but she still insisted on not huddling with the bunch of people, but walked slowly on the side of the road, looking deep and numb from time to time.
This is also a pity person.The former homeless man who ate the remaining black bread also found the old lady and sighed a few times. She was said to have been doing well before. Her husband was a grain merchant and had a very energetic child. Unfortunately, she went bankrupt later. Her husband and children died not long after. She was different from us. Really, she could tell at a glance... Alas, she shouldn't have been able to hold on for long, unless she could go to the poor home every time.
As he listened, Mike's expression changed from calm to gloomy, and he slowly exhaled:
I want to ask her for an interview. Can you invite her for me?She can eat and drink as much as she wants here.
The middle-aged and elderly man didn't find it strange to this request, but just looked at Klein and Mike separately, as if saying, you are indeed colleagues.
OK, I think she will definitely be happy.He took a sip of tea and stood up and walked out of the greasy cafe.
Not long after, the old lady with old but neat dress followed him in, her blue-white face slightly faded under the warmth of the cafe.
She kept trembling, as if she wanted to emit the chill in her body little by little and absorb the relatively high temperature in the cafe. Even if she sat on the chair, she would use it for more than a minute to truly relieve it.
You can order whatever you want, this is the reward for the interview.Klein said something for Mike.
After Mike nodded, the old lady reserved toast, inferior cream and coffee, and then smiled:
I heard that when I haven't got food for too long, I can't eat greasy things.
Very kind, very homemade, not like a wanderer at all... Klein sighed silently.
Before the food was delivered, Mike asked casually:
Can you talk about how you became a wanderer?
The old lady showed a memory look and said with a bitter smile:
My husband is a grain merchant who mainly buys various food from domestic farmers, and we have quickly gone bankrupt since the Cereals Act was repealed.
He was not young at all, and was knocked down by this incident and his body quickly collapsed and died soon after.
My child, who was an excellent young man, had been doing business with his father, and he couldn't accept such a blow, so he jumped into the Tassok River on a moonless night.
He failed to commit suicide for the first time and was sent to the magistrate court. The police and the judges were impatient and felt that he had delayed their time.
If you want to commit suicide, please commit suicide quietly and successfully, don’t bother us... Well, they probably want to say that, but they also think it’s too direct.
My child was imprisoned and not long after, he committed suicide for the second time and succeeded.
The old lady said it calmly, as if it was not something she had ever encountered.
But for some reason, Klein felt a strong sadness.
There is no greater sorrow than death in his heart... He suddenly remembered this sentence he had heard in his previous life.
In this world, suicide is not only a prohibited act by major churches, but also an object of legal punishment.
As for the reason, Klein knew very well what it was. First of all, many suicides choose to jump into the river. Without being discovered in time, there is a certain probability that they will become water ghosts. Secondly, the suicides are often very wrong. In this state, ending their lives is like offering sacrifices, which may resonate with some strange and terrible existences.
Therefore, their bodies or some items around them will be covered with strange curses and endanger others.
This is probably how the Doom Dog behind Chanis Gate in Tingen.
Therefore, the seven major churches of Orthodox God all started from their own doctrines and prohibited believers from committing suicide, and the royal family also promoted corresponding legislation.
Of course, this seems a bit ridiculous to Klein. Will a person who wants to commit suicide be afraid of the law and punishment?
Mike was recording, and just as he was about to say something, the owner of the cafe had already brought the food over.
You fill your stomach first, and we will talk later.Mike pointed to the toast.
OKThe old lady ate the food in small mouthfuls, looking very well-educated.
She didn't order much and finished it soon.
After reluctantly taking her last sip of coffee, she rubbed her forehead and begged:
Can I sleep for a while before chatting?It's too cold outside.
No problem.Mike replied without hesitation.
The old lady said thank you several times thank you, sat on the chair, and curled up and fell asleep.
Mike looked at the middle-aged and elderly man next to him and said:
You seem to be familiar with this place?I want to ask you to be our guide, how about 3 day Suler?Sorry, I forgot to ask your name.
The middle-aged and elderly man shook his head quickly and said:
No no no no no, this is too much, I am at the dock, and many times, I only have 1 Sule's income a day.
Just call me Old Kohler.
That, two Sule a day, you deserve it.Mike made the final decision.
After seeing this strange bargaining, Klein hummed a little on paper and planned to refill the coffee, but suddenly realized something was wrong and turned his head to look at the old lady sleeping in a chair.
Her face, which had become much rosy after drinking coffee, turned blue and white again, and the color of aura and emotional color had disappeared.
... Klein stood up and subconsciously reached out to explore the old lady's breath.
In Mike and Kohler's surprised eyes, he said heavy:
She is dead.
Mike opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. Kohler lit up three times on his chest and smiled bitterly:
I knew she couldn't last long...
In the East Side, this happens every day.
At least she filled her stomach and died in a warm place. Hoho, I hope I can do this in the future.
Klein was silent for a moment:
Kohler, come to the police.
OKKohler ticked three times on his chest again and ran out of the cafe.
The boss looked here and didn't come over. It seemed that this was not something that needed to be cared about.
After a while, a policeman wearing a black and white grid uniform, carrying a short stick and holding a pistol entered the cafe.
He looked at the dead old lady, asked Mike and Klein a little, and waved his hand and said:
It's okay, you can leave when I find someone to take the body away.
that's all?Mike spoke in shock.
He is obviously not very familiar with the East District.
The policeman shouted:
There are many such things happening in the East District every day!
His eyes rolled, looking at Klein and Mike:
You don’t look like the people here, what’s your name?What is the identity?
Mike took out a reporter's certificate, while Klein said he was a private detective who protected him.
The policeman suddenly looked sternly and looked at Klein and said:
I suspect you illegally hold a gun!
I want to search your personal belongings, please cooperate, otherwise it will be considered as a refusal to arrest!
Mike became worried at once because he knew that private detectives were generally illegal to possess guns.
Klein stood up expressionlessly and said:
OK
He let the policeman search, but the other party found nothing.
When the old lady's body was sent away, the disappointed policeman left. Mike clenched his fists and pounded the table:
A living person died here, but he just wanted to investigate illegally holding a gun!
Speaking of this, Mike turned his head and looked at Klein, wonderingly:
You didn't bring a gun?
Klein shook his head, pulled out the gun bag and revolver from under the table, and said calmly:
As a detective, I have extensive experience in this area.
As a magician, he can put a pistol in front of the other party, but the other party cannot find it.
Moreover, since he didn't buy ordinary bullets, the Extraordinary bullet was temporarily thrown into the gray fog. His revolver is currently empty, but this does not prevent him from shooting with a pistol. He just needs to simulate a bang with his mouth when pulling the trigger.
Seeing this, the old Kohler next to him whispered:
It turns out you are a detective.
Klein pointed at Mike and explained casually:
I was also commissioned by this gentleman last time.
Mike sat there without refuting, and said after a moment of silence:
Although I have also investigated gangs and witnessed the miserable lives of some prostitutes, I don’t know the situation in the East District. Please help me see if there is any problem with this investigation and interview plan.
He said as he took out a few sheets of paper from his inner pocket of his clothes and spread it onto the table in the cafe.
Klein glanced:
Interviews with East District residents of different ages?
This is too troublesome. I think it can be divided according to the location. It is a better apartment, an apartment with five or six people crowded in one room, a corner of the street shelter, a bench in the park, a bar, and a workhouse.
In addition, you can divide work hours and rest hours.
After listening carefully, Mike nodded:
Good idea, what do you think?
Old Kohler pinched his nose and said:
I don't know the words...but I think what Mr. Detective said is OK.
Mike thought about it, modified the plan, and said:
Then let’s go to the nearby apartment first and choose one at will.
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