Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 28
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Early morning of October [-]th.

Just after dawn, Klein woke up from the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East District.After handing over new clues to Miss Justice, there is still no news.He changed into an old and simple work clothes, went downstairs, and blended into the crowd like a real unremarkable worker.

While walking, he saw a middle-aged and elderly man in his 50s and [-]s in front of him, with gray temples, holding a paper bag with several pieces of black bread tightly in his hand.He wore a simple, heavily patched heavy jacket, and around his neck a patchwork scarf, equally rough but much more refined.He exhaled a few breaths of white air in the cold wind, walked on the spot to dispel the chill, and showed a satisfied and gratified smile to the unpalatable black bread in his arms.

He tried to take something out of his pocket, but one hand was not convenient, and the cigarette case rolled out of his pocket, just falling to Klein's feet.Seeing this, Klein bent down to pick it up and returned it to the other party.

"Thank you, thank you! This is my old buddy, there are not many left in it." The middle-aged man thanked him sincerely.

His face was blue and white, but it was somewhat reddish. He looked better than the other homeless people Klein had seen in the East District, but it was just a little bit.The middle-aged man opened the cigarette case, carefully took out a cigarette and put it in the corner of his mouth, without lighting it, he suddenly added: "Sir, your clothes are a bit damaged, do you need to mend them?"

Klein froze for a moment.He checked his jacket, only to find that the back of the sleeves had been torn several times, allowing air to leak in.It may be unbearable for ordinary people, but he is a Sequence 8 Extraordinary, and his strengthened body only feels a little chilly.He wanted to ignore it with a subtle feeling of refusing to distribute posters on the roadside in his previous life, but Klein felt a little bit unbearable when he saw the expectant eyes of the old man—he sighed: "Indeed, I don't know where there is a tailor." ?”

"Thank you! You, you are such a nice person."

The eyes of the middle-aged and elderly man brightened a little, and he hurriedly thanked him.He became visibly excited, and walked side by side with Klein, toward the end of the fog or a place deeper into the fog.

They advanced about 100 meters and saw a girl sitting on the side of the street.She has an extremely crude sewing machine, which is so dilapidated that it is even tied with rope at the cracked places.The girl stepped on the pedal quickly and concentrated on sewing, with two large bags of old clothes at her feet.Klein subconsciously compared it with the disguise on his body, and found that his coat with several holes was actually the most "decent" one.

"Taylor!" The middle-aged man smiled and walked over quickly, "This gentleman's coat needs to be mended."

"Okay, sir, could you please wait a moment?"

The girl named Taylor raised her head from her work and greeted Klein warmly.Although she was a tailor, her clothes were very thin, her face and hands were flushed from the cold, and she looked about the same age as Melissa.Taylor put his hands together and took a few breaths, looked at the middle-aged and elderly man, and relaxed: "Dad, how much bread did you buy today?"

"Thanks to the food bill, the price of black bread has also been reduced. This time I went to queue early in the morning, and I got the discounted bread that is approaching the processing day!"

A look of joy appeared on the old face of the middle-aged and elderly man, and he patted the paper bag in his hand: "We don't have to worry about being hungry for the next three days."

Klein stood quietly by the side, listening to the conversation between the father and daughter.He looked at the paper bag in the arms of the middle-aged and elderly man. There were a total of three or four pieces of rough and poor-quality bread in it, which weighed only four or five pounds, but it would take two people to eat for three days... He sighed silently, and handed over his coat To the girl, shivering in the cold wind, said with a smile:

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself just now. Actually, I'm a reporter and I'm reporting on the East District. Can I interview you? It's just a bit cold now, so we can go to the cafe in front."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "No problem, it's much warmer inside than on the street."

The tables and chairs of the cafe are quite greasy. Because of the walls and windows, there are many customers. The average temperature is indeed much higher than that on the street.

Klein motioned him to sit down, and ordered two large cups of tea, a plate of lamb stewed with tender peas, two pieces of bread, two pieces of toast, one piece of low-quality butter, and one piece of margarine, totaling 17.5 pence.

The middle-aged man hugged the black bread tightly in embarrassment, hiding his Adam's apple wriggling from the scent.

"Eat, you can only interview when you're full." When the food was ready, Klein brought them back to his table.

"For me?" The middle-aged man asked in anticipation and surprise.

"Except for a piece of toast and a cup of tea, everything else is yours." Klein responded with a smile.

The middle-aged man was stunned, he wiped his eyes, and said with a choked voice: "...you, you are really a kind person. But this is too rich, I, I can pack what I can't finish and give it to me daughter?"

"Okay." Klein ate the toast and butter calmly, sighed in his heart, continued to wear a smile on his face, pretending that he was really a reporter, "Can you tell me about yourself? Family members can too .”

"It was a bit of bad luck. I was a fairly decent worker. I had a wife and two lovely children, a boy and a girl. But a few years ago, an infectious disease took away my My son and wife, he was originally a healthy young man, but because of overwork, he fell ill and passed away soon... I also lived in the hospital for a long time, lost my job, lost my wealth, and only luckily My daughter, who was treated in the charity hospital, was dependent on each other. Since then, I have often been unable to find a job, have no money to rent a house, and have no money to eat. This makes me very weak, and it is even more difficult to find a job and unable to raise children... ..." the middle-aged man said with some aftertaste and sadness.

He took a sip of tea, sighed, sighed, and spoke again:
"But my daughter worked very hard, working in a workhouse in the East End, and then got a place in a charity school, where she learned simple sewing. Then she managed to find an old sewing machine and used it every day. I earn a small salary from sewing people's clothes and pasting boxes. With this money, we can barely make ends meet. If it weren't for Taylor, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to continue."

"Let me tell you, I should have been a good worker, and my daughter doesn't have to work so hard."

Klein is not a professional reporter, so he didn't know what to ask.Fortunately, at this time, the middle-aged and elderly man had already eaten his own part, and carefully packed more than half of the rest into his arms, hoping to give his daughter some food that was still warm.Klein watched the man leave the cafe voluntarily, and said a few words to Taylor, and then the two sent back his mended jacket, never mentioning any charges.

"That's right." Seeing that this trip was going to yield nothing, Klein couldn't help but stop the middle-aged and elderly man, and asked casually, "Has anything happened in the East District recently? Such as fraud and robbery or something."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the other party looking at him suspiciously, and only then realized that this was as normal as breathing in the East District.

"Uh, sir, what you said is too common, I don't have any information." The middle-aged man said awkwardly, but Taylor raised his head after hearing it, and asked tentatively:

"Sir, I have heard some news recently. I don't know if it is what you need."

"What is it?" Klein asked hopelessly.

"Miss Maria told me."

Taylor spoke naturally, without introducing the name, as if tacitly acquiescing that anyone who came to the East District should know this name: "Miss Maria told us not to go out recently, because human trafficking of women is becoming more and more rampant. And A few very strange murders were also mentioned by Miss Maria one day, there seems to be a perverted murderer in the East End, who has killed several bounty hunters, and everyone has been tortured beyond human form."

"Well, I heard this by accident. If you want to know more, you can interview Miss Maria!"

Taylor tried her best to help the kind reporter: "She has been in the dockworkers' association almost all day recently, so it should be easy to find."

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"...Speaking of which, I always forgot to ask you, what kind of ending do you plan to give this story?"

Foer thought for a while: "I have a plan, but this is a drama that will be staged during the New Year this year. It should be a reunion comedy."

"But the prerequisite for a happy ending—the male protagonist is dead, so it's fine to let the female protagonist find someone new to go out, but overall, that kind of perception will be very different." Edward reminded her, "You don't actually need to be harassed by the New Year's Eve." Restrain your thoughts, regardless of tragedy or comedy, as long as you are beautiful enough, you can win the box office, and you also hope that the follow-up rewards will be more, right?"

"Then, I have an idea!" Forsi quickly flipped through the case in her mind, "How about making the heroine a pirate who steals from the rich and helps the poor without any worries after killing her enemies? Adventure elements are very popular now. !"

"Are you going to write the next one?"

"Huh? No, no. Isn't this a first-episode drama?"

"Then why did you design this ending?" Edward complained, "It's good to create your own continuous plot, but you need to be cautious about giving the audience unrealistic expectations, and Ms. Wall seems to have no experience in adventure, so it's not real enough. No, let her die with faithful love, and see the phantom of her lover coming to meet her before she dies."

The house romance novelist wanted to scratch his head habitually, but he controlled his unladylike behavior.Forsi thought hard for a few seconds, and suddenly had an idea: "By the way, how about asking her to pray to the gods? The sincere love between her and her lover and her devotion to God moved the gods, so the angel returned to the earth with her lover's soul, From now on, they lived happily ever after... Hey, why does it seem like a happy ending again?"

"...It's not bad, at least it's better than the current version, then you have to make up a god. It's best to make up a completely fictional one. If a certain god is used as a metaphor, it may make believers of other gods feel unhappy."

Edward was noncommittal, and after flipping through a few pages, he sorted all the manuscripts and put them aside. The editor, who knew the nature of the writer he brought, said: "It can be decided initially, if I remember correctly, the end of this month is the deadline. Of course, I can help you fight for a few more days to revise, after all, the plot and my soundtrack still need more running-in."

"Thank you, Mr. Vaughan, you are so considerate." Forsi let out a long sigh of relief, with a happy smile on her face, she unconsciously relaxed a little, "New Year is coming soon, do you have any plans? ?”

"I remember Miss Wall, you seem to have mentioned that you are planning to go to the relatively warm Southern Continent or Jianhai for vacation."

Seeing that the relaxed and happy chatting session has entered, Mr. Gentleman ordered two cups of coffee and two cakes to enjoy a simple afternoon tea: "I don't have any plans for this year, hehe, when my wife is still alive, there will always be Take me on a short trip to some interesting places."

Well, such as inspecting the relics of the god of death in the southern continent, archaeological adventures or digging graves, climbing the Amanda Mountains, and looking at the Tranquility Church, the headquarters of the Evernight Church in the distance, and occasionally going to the Feysac Empire to take a look at the twilight hall in the capital , she is also very curious to pursue the land abandoned by the gods...

"Sounds really romantic." Fors cut a small piece of cake, and couldn't wait to get to the point, "I'm very interested in the secrets of the history of the Fourth Epoch you mentioned last time, can we talk more? Um, I am also very curious about the legend I came across in an ancient book. Mr. Vaughan, you are so knowledgeable, have you ever heard of such things as "the deadly whisper at the full moon"? "

She deliberately modified the noun and added some.

Edward put a cube of sugar into the coffee, stirred it slowly, and said after a moment of deliberation: "I have indeed done some research on it... Coincidentally, it is also an ancient book, in which it is said that the death-whispering whisper at the time of the full moon first appeared In the Fourth Epoch, it is said that an unknown evil god is delivering the message."

"boom"!
He looked up without any surprise, and saw the best-selling novelist lady's eyes widened. The sound just now was because she accidentally let go of her hand in surprise, and the metal fork slammed heavily on the plate.

"Ah, I'm very sorry!" Forsi hurriedly picked up the fork again, suppressing her eagerness to ask, "Excuse me, is there any information in that ancient book that the evil god is sending? Can you sell it to me?"

"Unfortunately, there is only this sentence, and the book is lost."

"what……"

"Actually, you don't have to be so sad." Edward smiled, "After all, sometimes ignorance is a good thing."

Because you are useless now.He calmly took a sip of the good-tasting coffee. At least he got Sequence 5. It is only worthwhile to become a recorder or traveler. At that time, I will exchange your soul with more detailed information.

"In any case, thank you, Mr. Vaughn, your answer has satisfied my curiosity." Fors was a little lost, but after seeing the manuscript fee form and envelope handed over by Edward, she quickly cheered up.

"I will definitely deliver the manuscript to you quickly this time!"

TBC
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renew!Dear readers, I drop the task and complete the spicy!Ha~hahahahaha!

* Lanwusi's current collaborator is the demon Jason Beria, so the bounty hunter who chased him was played by the demons.

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