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

Chapter 65

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"You are so indifferent." Adela rubbed her hands together, creating a cluster of flames and lighting up the stove in front of her even more.

Edward ignored her and concentrated on fiddling with the Rubik's Cube in his hand to pass the time, restoring the third side, the red one, amidst the sound of mechanical gears rattling.He didn't answer her words, and he didn't stop her actions.

It's really cold today, and it's raining heavily outside.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the weather at three o'clock in the afternoon was as gloomy as the evening, and the heavy rain curtain seemed to be driven away by the tyrant.The weather was bad, but it couldn't trap a Sequence 7 Hunter Pass Extraordinary, not to mention that the place where I lived was only two streets away from Sauron's house, and a tortoise could crawl back in the rain.

Adele stretched her neck and watched for a while, convinced that she was not interested in this educational toy newly invented by Mr. Russell Gustav, but only interested in the person playing with the toy, she sighed with pretended regret He took a deep breath and dragged out a word: "You still—haven't understood the essence of human beings—especially in Intis—"

The movement of Edward's hands paused for a moment. He knew that he would be noticed by this sentence, and Adele also knew that he would be noticed by this sentence, so she was looking at him expectantly, like a farmer waiting for a rabbit in a fable .But she can always stay until the rabbit, and the angel of the abyss doesn't stop at this little frustration, and turns to look at her, waiting for an explanation.

"Look, the hypnotic sound of the rain, the comfortable weather, and the warm stove are suitable for cuddling and sleeping together." Adele sat upside down on the chair covered with brown velvet cloth. Seeing Edward looking over, she grinned, The arms on the top of the back of the chair were opened, and he said in an exaggerated tone, "What a beautiful atmosphere! And now we are alone in the room, and the fireplace next to it is full of dry wood, and you are concentrating on playing the Rubik's Cube, is it now Shouldn't we have some traditional Intis socializing? I came in through the back door, and you don't even look at me if you want to look at the Rubik's Cube!"

"..."

Edward shoved the Rubik's Cube into her hand.

"Go ahead and play." He said coldly, "I'm leaving."

"Hey, don't go, don't go, I know, I won't mention it." Adele quickly reached out and grabbed the belt of Edward's jacket, and was dragged along with the chair for a meter, complaining loudly pretending to be annoyed, " You are too confused, don’t demons have all kinds of deep desires?”

"I am fear, not a messy low-level demon."

Edward walked forward blankly, dragging Adela and her chair behind him.After walking a few steps, He began to feel bored: even if this woman can have a unique status in front of the devil by virtue of her unique role and her own scheming, she should not be allowed to despise the status and honor of angels like this.Where did she get the guts?
She saw the more indifferent expression on the other party's face, and felt the change in the surrounding atmosphere, but Adela was not afraid, and instead smiled happily and expectantly: "Do you want to kill me?"

"I'm thinking about it." The demon put his hand gently on her neck, "You should know your own value."

"You have killed me, Your Highness, but not there."

Miss Hunter looked very happy, her face was flushed with excitement, which made Edward wonder for a moment whether the brain structure of this human being was a bit too different from ordinary people.Adele stretched out her hand with a smile, grabbed Edward's wrist, and after confirming that the other party did not really intend to kill her, she removed his hand from her throat and placed it gently on her chest:
"It's here."

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"Admisol, you have performed very well in the basic literature class recently, with excellent grades, and you will write a letter later."

"Okay, Miss Maria, what's the content?"

"The content is to ask for the assistance of the Aurora Society to help us find out the internal situation of Capin's mansion. Use my tone and hand it to me for inspection after writing." In the principal's room, Maria stood by the window overlooking the open space below. The children who are free to move around have gentle expressions, but their eyes are getting colder. "Now is the honeymoon period of cooperation, and we are also at a time when we have plenty of money. There is a high probability that Mr. Z will not sit idly by, but we cannot completely pin our hopes on them." We should be able to get a reply soon, if I go out alone one day, you have to imitate my handwriting, handle the work for me, and don’t let prying people find the problem.”

"...Okay." Admisol, who was already a "machine", hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes, opened them again after a few seconds, and said apologetically, "Miss Maria, I can't see clearly, But I can feel that what you want to do should go well, and the abducted people can come back."

"All?"

"A part." Ademisor pressed the center of his brows, a little red blood appeared in his light gray eyes, "The others were swallowed by the shadows, or died. I don't understand the mystical meaning of the shadows."

Maria shook her head: "It doesn't matter, your prophecy is the best blessing for me, and I am very satisfied with this result. I should really thank Mrs. Norma, she found you for us."

Talking about the seventy-year-old dean’s wife of the Tingen Workhouse, Ademisor’s face also showed a look of gratitude and longing: “When Mrs. Norma pulled me up from the mud and wiped me When I clean my face and hands, I get a more holy baptism than in church."

"Then I'll give you a vacation and go back to Tingen to see her at the end of the year. Mrs. Norma will be very happy if she sees you now."

Maria smiled, and her expression soon became serious again: "Of course, the job now is to save the children, and you must pay attention."

"Yes, I'm sure I won't let up."

After finishing speaking, Ademisor thought for a while, and asked again: "Choose to seek help from the Aurora Society, are you already planning to give up looking for detectives for help?"

"...Yes, I gave up. After all, private detectives are just ordinary people, there is no need to involve them in our affairs." Maria sighed, and slid her finger from the file bag on the table, " Okay, class will start later, you go back, I want to continue..."

At this moment, the door of the principal's office was knocked quickly and violently. After obtaining Maria's permission, a tall blond man walked in, taller than Maria by a full head.There was a lingering dead air in his body, anxiety flashed in his eyes from time to time, and there were two expressionless thug-like people standing against the wall outside the door.

"Miss Maria." The blond man gave a rough salute and couldn't wait to speak, "Miss Sharron and Mr. Maric have a new movement. They fought with the pursuers of the Rose School of Thought last night, and Miraculously won, we are not needed."

"The people who chased them brought the Sealed Artifacts that restrained them, and they had a full Sequence 5, and they ran away instead?"

"I didn't run away, I was killed!" The blond man whispered, "Including the unjust soul of Sequence 5, the pursuers were wiped out by them! Miss Maria, this is not good, I have contacted them twice , They all showed repulsion and disgust towards me. Now that they have obtained the Sealed Artifact of the Restraint Faction, if they want to attack us, Backlund only has a few newcomers and me now, and we have no power to fight back!"

Maria's face changed, she covered her mouth with her hands and thought about it for a while, then said, "They couldn't do it, who did they ask for help?"

"The Church of Steam is investigating, but there is no clue yet." The blond man replied, "However, someone saw them driving a carriage away a passer-by a few nights ago, and I suspect that is their helper."

"Oh?" Maria asked, "Any clues?"

"According to the description of the person who saw them by chance, the other party is a male with no obvious characteristics..." The blond man grabbed the draft paper on the table, and scribbled a pair of Picasso's living abstract masterpieces without any effect, And he handed the masterpiece to Maria with a good feeling about himself, "In order to get more information, I hypnotized him a little bit, in short, he looks like this."

Maria took over the masterpiece without words: "Yellow hair?"

"Those are gold-rimmed glasses!"

"Such sharp-edged people should be easy to find."

"What I drew was just an ordinary black-haired man?"

The two communicated for a while with big eyes and small eyes, doubting each other's eyes and brains.In the end, Maria gave up thinking, put away the portrait without any reference value, and said to the blond man with a look of "great learning a lot", "Okay, I see, you go back first Well, I will continue to pay attention to this matter."

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After fighting last night and staying with the biotoxin bottle for a while, Klein caught a slight cold.On the way to the East District, the cold wind and dense fog with a pungent odor hit his face, which made him cough a few more times.

The fellow reporter Mike asked with concern: "Are you okay? Patients really shouldn't exercise strenuously. Let's take a rest."

"Ah!"

Klein took out the paper again, wiped his mouth and nose, and snorted some snot.Since there was no trash can nearby, he folded the paper and put it back in his pocket.

"You're right. There is a cafe here whose food is alright. Of course, this is compared to the residents of the Eastern District." Klein also longed for warmth, pointing to the slightly greasy cafe at the corner of the street.

"It seems that it is already considered a better restaurant here." Mike didn't think it was a coffee shop.

It was past nine o'clock at this time, and there were very few customers in the cafe—residents in the East District usually finished their breakfast after seven o'clock and started working or looking for jobs.After accompanying Mike to order goulash, bread, coffee and other food, Klein looked around, looking for a seat by the window.

At this time, he saw an acquaintance, that is, the middle-aged and elderly man he had met by chance while pretending to be a reporter.

He was the one who brought me here first... Why is he only having breakfast now... Klein turned his thoughts and said to Mike:

"You have an interviewee."

As he spoke, he walked towards the old man with a coffee cup in his hand.

The other party was still wearing the thick jacket before, but with a few more patches, and the patches were meticulously mended to make it airtight.The hair is a bit grizzled and greasy, and the beard is quite obvious. The last trim was probably a few days ago.Around his neck was a patchwork scarf sewed by his tailor's daughter, a piece of cheap black bread and a large cup of tea that was similar to boiled water were placed in front of him, and his expression looked comfortable and peaceful.

"Good morning, we meet again."

Klein sat across from him and greeted him.The middle-aged man raised his head, took a closer look, and said in surprise:

"Mr. Reporter, is that you?"

... Klein laughed dryly, and pointed to Mike next to him: "This is my colleague. He wants to conduct a more in-depth investigation on my previous interview."

Mike is an experienced and well-informed reporter. He didn't say much after hearing the words. He just smiled and nodded and said hello.

As for Detective Moriarty pretending to be a reporter, he didn't just find out today, the other party had borrowed a fake press card from him!
"So you are really a reporter!" The middle-aged man blurted out in astonishment, "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 took a sip of tea and smiled: "It's okay, Taylor works hard, and I work hard too. I want to do my old shoe-making job, but they say I'm too old and my hands shake... …I continued to go to the pier to try my luck. Occasionally, I could earn a soli or two after working for a day. But not every day I had such good luck, just like today, I went there early without breakfast, stood in the crowd and shouted Shouting the names of myself and the steward, I was still not selected, so I came to eat."

"Hehe, my Taylor gets up earlier. There are always children being kidnapped in the East End recently. If I don't accompany her, she will go home soon after dark, and she is still waiting for me to deliver her lunch." He Pointing to another piece of black bread the size of a palm, that was the daily food of the thirteen or fourteen year old girl.

"Fortunately, there is still a chance in the afternoon. Those people in the morning may have to be busy until late, so they won't fight with us."

Klein listened quietly, drinking bad coffee from time to time, while Mike took out a pen and paper, and quickly took notes.When they heard the word "kidnapping", they raised their heads in unison, and the two looked at each other. Klein asked tactfully and tentatively, "What does it mean that children are often kidnapped?"

"...This is what Miss Maria told us, telling us not to go out alone at night. We don't know the specifics, but it is true that many children and girls that we usually see have disappeared." The middle-aged man hesitated After a while, I decided to tell the whole story to the two well-meaning reporters in front of me, "The 11-year-old pickpocket next door, I had his shirt stolen by him, so I know where he usually sleeps, I haven't seen him for two days, and The eldest daughter of the Aiwei family in the alley also disappeared for a long time, and was sent back by Miss Maria a few days ago..."

"But we have to go out. It's only after six o'clock after dark. If we go back, we won't be able to make enough money. We won't be able to buy bread the next day..."

The middle-aged and elderly man didn't say any more, but the implication was very simple: If you can't afford bread, you won't have the energy to work, and maybe you will fall into a worse vicious circle.Therefore, even if they know that there are dangerous people wandering in the East End, they still have to go out and separate from their children, otherwise they will soon starve to death where they live or on the streets.

Mike frowned, and the sound of the nib rubbing against the paper was the only sound between the three of them.Soon, he finished the record, and said to the middle-aged and elderly man with a serious expression: "If you want to find out the ins and outs, this information is not enough, who else can provide information?"

The middle-aged and elderly man did not speak, his expression was hesitant to speak, and his eyes looked behind them from time to time.

Klein looked back with a feeling, and his heart skipped a beat: He saw the woman who saw through his disguise the last time he came to the East District, sitting on the table behind them, with a plate in front of him. With a sandwich and steaming coffee in hand.

"I'm Maria." The black-haired, blue-eyed woman with a scar on her face looked at them unkindly, and her gaze stayed on Klein's face for a longer time. She felt that this person's breath was somewhat familiar.

"Are you reporters? What are you here to investigate? If there is nothing important, please go back."

TBC
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Suddenly I found that I actually wrote the number of the last chapter wrong!This chapter is 57!what! ! !

*And my dear readers, don’t hit (reward) any more, don’t hit any more, I’m so guilty and nervous! !

And is this article originally a cool article? Isn’t this article "About Everyone Thinks I’m Pretending to Be a Pig and Eat a Tiger on Earth, Only I Know What an Insult It Is to Be Beaten by a Group of True Gods" (?)

(after all, decay is not happy at all)
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