Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

It is even easier to rent a house in the East District.

Many farmers who went bankrupt due to the "Grain Bill" poured into Backlund's numerous factories, and renting houses without a status became the norm in the chaotic East District.On the other hand, there is not much security in such a big environment. On the contrary, the gangs here do more things than the police, and everyone just wants to get a living.

The owner of the house is a tall, indifferent man who is missing a right pinky finger. He is holding a bunch of rusty iron keys in his hand, but seeing his bulging waist, Esther is very suspicious of the coat. There is a pistol underneath.

Perhaps Esther's small body can't survive two days in the eyes of a man. After collecting the rent of ten soli for two weeks, he didn't even ask for a deposit, so he grabbed a key and threw it to Aisi roughly. Te, don't care about anything else: "You want the one with windows."

Although she felt the contempt and disdain of the other party, Esther was happy to leave such an impression on others.

Anyway, she may go to other places at any time, so she can no longer leave too many traces like she did on Lily of the Valley Street.

There was nothing in the room except a bed that was so hard that it was unbearably hard, a wooden board that could be used as a tabletop when it was lowered, and a few hooks nailed to the wall.There were no pillows or matching bedding on the bed, and it was at most half a meter higher than the ground.The low ceiling made the room even more cramped, it was really extremely simple.

No wonder you don't even need a deposit. The most valuable thing in this house may be the lock that comes with this key.Esther muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting down the wooden plank, the barbs left by the poor workmanship stuck on her fingers, which made Esther sigh.

Xiao Qi struggled to get out of her satchel, landed on the window sill, and gasped: "Ha, I'm suffocated. Why do you keep pressing your hand on the bag?"

"Oh sorry, I'm a little nervous."

"I really doubt how long you can live in the East District with such a personality." Xiao Wu also poked his head out of the small pocket of his satchel, and said a sarcastic remark.

"I don't intend to make money in the East District." Esther took out the harmonica from her backpack and wiped it lightly. "Anyway, there is a steam subway. I can go to various areas to play, wander around to avoid the scolding of the police officers, and return at night. Come and settle in the East."

Xiao Qi tilted her head: "I won't stay here for too long, I have to leave for the suburbs of Backlund for a while."

"Huh? Do you have a plan?" Esther checked the window switch, but as soon as she pulled it, the choking smell of smoke from the street kept pouring in, mixing with the damp musty smell in the house , Esther quickly closed the window again.

"Ask someone who might know."

Xiao Wu seemed surprised, he seemed to know who Xiao Qi was going to find: "Are you serious!?"

"Of course, how many people are still alive from the third era to today? He is the most likely to know."

Esther looked curiously between the two, but no one gave her an explanation this time, and she could only temporarily keep a bunch of questions in her heart.

But she also noticed that the personal pronoun that Xiaoqi said was "he" again.

Terrible.

"Then are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Well, because I don't want him to notice you, it's much safer to find him in the suburbs than Backlund city. But I can only find him if he is willing to see me."

"It sounds mysterious, is it also because of some extraordinary ability?" Esther frowned, "Are you dangerous?"

Xiao Qi laughed: "There is nothing in this world that is not completely dangerous. I will be fine, but I still have to ask for one of your hairs."

Esther reached out and pulled a bang from her forehead: "No wonder you always remember me, and you can still find Lily of the Valley Street, so that's what happened. Sooner or later, I will be bald by you."

Xiaoqi "quack" laughed twice, swallowed the strand of hair into his stomach, and the white circle around his right eye disappeared again: "Then I am looking forward to that day so much, I will definitely laugh at you very happily."

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a few days later.

Klein followed Mike Joseph and accompanied him to conduct interviews in the Eastern District. Their guide was Old Kohler. At Mike's insistence, he hired this old middle-aged dock laborer at a price of two soli per day, so that The old Kohler helped to give a more detailed and in-depth introduction to the situation in the Eastern District.

Not long after they left the cafe, they came to an intersection. Mike saw a dozen ragged children with empty eyes surrounded by the street, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and planned to go over and give them some pennies.

The homeless old Kohler stopped Mike: "Those are thieves!"

"Thiefs? What about their parents? Or is this all controlled by gangsters?" As a senior reporter, Mike has also heard some such things. Gangsters will control these street children to steal or beg. Compared with adults, of course they control Easier and cheaper for these unprotected children.

Old Kohler talked about his understanding of this matter, and a lot of news came from the workhouse he stayed in: These children were either orphans, or their parents were thieves, and the gangsters behind them would even teach them how to steal. Sometimes, these young children will inevitably be arrested for stealing.

"I remember the youngest burglar caught on this street, only six years old, alas, six years old..."

The old Kohler remembered his sad things, and didn't speak for a while.

Klein narrowed his eyes: "Who do they seem to be around?"

Old Kohler sniffed the crumpled cigarette in his pocket, and then carefully put her back: "It should be Little Hamel, she appeared once two days ago and brought black bread to the group of children. It should be the same today .”

Mike was obviously taken aback: "A philanthropist?"

"Hahaha, we don't know, no one in the East Side will pay attention to this," the old Kohler laughed, the old wrinkles on his face softened a lot, "and no one will do what she does here. When she first appeared last time, many people thought that she was more likely to be a human trafficker than some noble lady who did good deeds..."

Mike became even more interested. After all, it is not common for such a person to appear in the East District, and there have been no rumors before: "Can we go over and have a look? Maybe we can interview her by the way?"

Old Kohler's brows immediately frowned: "I don't know if there is any risk. She looks like a mysterious person. You can tell from the fact that she can still appear here. And the group of children next to her are all there. How can you Watch your wallet."

Mike turned to Klein: "Since she is willing to share food with others, she will not be a person who cannot communicate. What do you think, Sherlock?"

Klein originally disapproved, but his keen perception of ordinary people allowed him to hear the sound of the harmonica in the wind.

The tune sounded familiar, but it took him a few seconds to remember it.

[Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is far away, why wandering, wandering far away...]
Even though only the sound of the harmonica was heard, Klein instantly filled in the lyrics to it.

Did Emperor Roselle still leave this song behind?Klein had no impression at all.

"Go and have a look. But we also have to be more vigilant, lest this is some kind of scam trap. The East District is a place full of the law of the forest, and pure kindness will only attract wolves." Klein pushed his glasses, suppressing the emotion in his heart Excited, thanks to the "Joker"'s ability to adjust facial expressions, he will not show any abnormalities due to emotional fluctuations, and still maintains the style of rational reasoning of the "Sherlock Moriarty" detective.

But there was an unbelievable guess in his heart—this guess was too bizarre, but it seemed that a little flame of hope was burning his heartbeat, making Klein eager to find out the true identity of that lady.

The pen in Mike's hand moved quickly, as if he was writing down this sentence: "It makes sense, if that Ha Han is too dangerous, we can take a look at it."

"Hamel. According to the rumors in these streets, her voice is very young. Hamel is what she calls herself. We usually call her Little Hamel, but the group of children call her Angel Hamel. "

Knowing that there really are "angels" in this world, Klein twitched his lips, and sincerely hoped that this was just a nickname, not the real identity of that "Hamel".

As they approached, what they saw became more specific.

Of course Mike didn't know, but when Klein listened to the more and more melodious sound of the harmonica, and saw the expressions on the eyes of the children who were deeply immersed in the music, he could easily think of "Hamel's blowing The legend of the Pied Piper—in the story, the Pied Piper took away the rats that plagued the small town, but because the mayor refused to pay the reward, the Piper played music at midnight again, attracting and taking away the rats in the small town. Among the children, there is only one child with crutches and inconvenient legs left behind.

Looking at it this way, she looks more like a human trafficker!

After Klein finished complaining in his heart, he looked past the group of children who were obediently listening to the music while eating black bread, and looked at the person surrounded by them:

If the old Kohler hadn't used the pronoun of "she", it would be hard to tell that this was a lady from the figure wrapped in a black and green cloak.She is not tall, and her fingers on the harmonica are not as rough and swollen as a laundry lady. Her fingers are slender and her nails are neat. She even wears an iron mask under the hood of her cloak, revealing only the curves Soft chin and lip curve.She wears lace-up shoes that are easy to move, rough shoes and linen trousers exposed under the cloak, which can also show that her financial situation is not very good.

There is a bulge under the cloak on the lady's side waist, which should be a satchel inside.

Seeing this lady's attire, Klein's first reaction was "witch". It's really hard to think of her sneaky appearance as a "philanthropist".

But the admiration on the faces of those children is not fake, they really like this lady, especially the piece she plays.

After the lady put down the harmonica at the end of the song, Klein's second reaction was that the smile made him feel familiar.

The children in ragged clothes didn't finish the piece of black bread all at once, but kept a part of it in their bosoms, and continued to gather around the lady. The child who seemed to be the oldest and had the cleanest face walked up Go forward and ask her in a low voice if she can play another song.

His voice was cautious, his face was flushed, and he was so nervous that he showed almost devout worship.

The voice of this "Hamel" is indeed very young, gentle and soft: "Sorry, there seem to be a few guests today, let's leave first."

The children kept quiet, and even the two youngest children, with their disappointed faces, didn't make a sound.It's just that several teenagers glared at the old Kohler and his party angrily. One of them stumbled and almost missed them. When Klein subconsciously reached out to help him, the lady's voice sounded:

"rabbit."

Mike and Klein didn't understand what the lady was saying for a while, but the child who almost ran into him dodged and ran away, avoiding Klein's arm.The boy in his early teens raised his head, grimaced at the two from under his messy seaweed-like brown hair, and then quickly disappeared into the street like other children, looking for the target they were going to attack today.

It turned out that the boy just wanted to make the first order of the day, but stopped after the lady called out his nickname.But even if he didn't stop, he would still be caught by Klein. He has been promoted to Sequence Seven "magician", so it is impossible for him to be stolen by such a trick.

It's just that such a scene is not conducive to communicating with this lady. She put the harmonica under the cloak, slightly revealing the patterned vest and white shirt inside. Klein could feel the eyes under the hood looking at him all the time. Full of doubts and thoughts.

Her voice was still so gentle and calm: "Sorry, this is their survival instinct."

Mike, who was most interested in this "Hamel", took a step forward: "It's okay, after all, you helped us out. Let me introduce myself, I am a reporter, and I came to the East District this time to interview the residents here. You don't feel like an ordinary worker to me, would you like to chat with us?"

However, the answer was destined to disappoint Mike. The lady shook her head and said, "I'm also a newcomer to the Eastern District. I'm afraid I don't know as much about this place as the old gentleman beside you."

"So that's the case, were you distributing food to those children just now?"

"All I can offer is a little black bread, any more and I'll be in trouble."

Mike asked subconsciously: "Unlucky? Why do you say that?"

The lady chuckled, and the familiarity she brought to Klein became clearer at this time: "Of course it's because someone will covet it, even if it's not the black bread that makes them desire it, it may be my property and my use value. This is the case in the East Side, Mr. Reporter, if a resident of the East Side is unable to protect himself, showing off his wealth is tantamount to committing suicide."

Klein pulled the brim of his hat and cast a shadow between his eyebrows: "Then why do you still do such conspicuous things?"

The lady was silent for a few seconds before she spoke: "There are many reasons for insisting on saying it, because I like it, because I want to do it, and because my luck is good enough to allow me to get away from those terrible things and avoid bad luck."

She raised her head, the hood slid back two inches, revealing an iron mask covering most of her face, and a pair of pale and clear gray eyes: "It's more because I'm using those children, gentlemen, I Will not deny that."