Lord of the Mysteries

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In the school building, which was soon abandoned, the party was over. Audrey, who was leaving the circle, suddenly stunned and saw the familiar fog and the blurry figure in the center of the sorghum.

"This is a clue."

With the low voice of Mr. Fool, there is a photo-like scene, and there are still photos of color!

A man who is not nearly as strong as a black priest's suit in the shadow of two meters stands in the shadows. The yellowish hair is soft and soft, and the dark brown eyes are hidden in the indifference, the mouth is slightly drooping, and the loneliness is like a wolf.

clue? The clues to the Dalavi Street explosion in the Eastern District and Gavin’s loss of the drowning incident? Is this the murderer? Audrey was stunned and immediately realized.

"The Fool" has a clue... He is really powerful, no, omnipotent... After a sigh of emotion, she turned her head to look at Felth.

Folsch just took off his mask, took off his surgical cap, and sat in the carriage. He noticed that Miss Audrey had a slightly strange look, and immediately asked:

"Is there anything on my face?"

"No." Audrey regained her gaze and sat down to remove the disguise.

Forsy recalled the previous party and asked curiously:

"Miss Audrey, why didn't you buy the ‘audience’ formula? So you can establish a connection with the psychological alchemy.”

She remembers that the generous Ms. Audrey was almost silent throughout the game, listening most of the time, only selling some spiritual materials and purchasing another variety accordingly.

Audrey smiled:

"This is my first meeting in this circle. I think observation and waiting are more important."

“I am looking forward to the recipe of the potion and look forward to the magical items, but I tell myself that there is no need to be so anxious. It is a better strategy to become familiar with the action.”

This is also the "occupational habit" of the "audience" approach, and there is no extraordinary material that Mr. "World" wants, such as the evil-skinned black-skinned spinal fluid, the medullary crystal of the elf, etc.... Audrey silently added one sentence.

Fols looked at the girl who was not yet 18 years old and suddenly felt that the other party was more mature than ever.

She suddenly laughed and laughed:

"If I was like you, I wouldn't waste precious opportunities."

Audrey held a smile and gave a response, instead said:

"I will go to some special friends tomorrow morning to see if they have clues about the Dalavi Street bombings. You and Hugh are waiting for news in the old place."

"Okay." Fols nodded without doubt.

............

Klein did not return to Minsk Street late at night and slept directly in a room in Black Palm Street in the Eastern District.

He was afraid that the man who suspected the murderer to wear the black priest's suit had the same party. At this time, he was looking for himself on the street.

Although the probability of encounter was not high, and he had previously disguised himself, the other party could not recognize it. However, since the result of divination indicated that there was a certain possibility, then Klein was cautious and made a sleep in the Eastern District for one night.

It was just dawning, he put on another dark blue worker's uniform, put on a light brown cap, left the room, went down the stairs, and entered the street.

At this time, the pale yellowish mist filled the surrounding area, and the shadows of people coming and going were blurred, and the coldness of the morning was immersed in the clothes.

Klein buried his head and hurried on the road, exactly the same as the pedestrians who worked early.

Between walking, he saw a forty-fifty-year-old, two white-skinned, white-skinned middle-aged men who were constantly squatting and twitching and twitching out a cigarette and a cigarette from the inside pocket of the garment. The box is a very empty match.

He just opened the matchbox and suddenly his right hand trembled. The crumpled cigarette fell to the ground and rolled to Klein's body.

Klein stopped his footsteps, picked it up and handed it to the other side.

"Thank you, thank you! This is my old buddy, there are not a few left." The middle-aged man sincerely thanked and took the cigarette.

His face was pale and his beard was not scratched for a long time. The meaning of exhaustion was unreservedly revealed from the corner of his eyebrows. He lamented that he added:

"I didn't sleep for another night. I don't know if I can still hold on for a few days. I hope the Lord will bless me and let me enter the almshouse today."

This is the tramp that was driven... Klein asked casually:

"Why don't the king and ministers allow you to sleep in the park?"

"Who knows? But in this weather, sleeping outside, it is very likely that you can no longer wake up, or good day, you can find a warm place, hey, so there is no time to physically find a job." The middle-aged man lit the cigarette and took a sip.

His energy seems to have recovered a bit, and Klein walked side by side, not knowing where it was at the end of the fog or in the depths of the fog.

Klein didn't have a cold thought, and he planned to speed up to get rid of him, but at this moment, he suddenly saw the middle-aged man who had a clear explanation bent down and picked up a dark thing from the ground.

This seems to be a very clean apple core.

The middle-aged man swallowed his mouth and stuffed the dirty earth-filled fruit into his mouth. He bite the bones and then ate it all skillfully, without any residue.

Looking at Klein's strange eyes, he wiped his mouth, shrugged, and smiled bitterly:

"I haven't eaten for three days."

This sentence Huo Ran hit Klein's heart, let him have an indescribable touch.

He sighed silently and smiled:

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I am a reporter. I am doing a report about the tramp. Can I interview you? Let's go to the cafe in front."

The middle-aged man snorted and immediately smiled:

"No problem, it is much warmer than the street."

"If you can finish the interview, stay for a while, let me sleep for half an hour, no, a quarter of an hour, then it is better."

Klein opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer it. He simply led the "interviewee" to the cheap cafe in the street.

The tables and chairs in the cafe are quite greasy. There are many walls and windows, and there are many guests. The average temperature is indeed higher than the street.

The middle-aged man grabbed his throat and concealed his throat because of the scent.

Klein motioned him to sit down and went to the place where he ordered the meal. He ordered two large cups of tea, a plate of tender pea stewed lamb, two loaves of bread, two toasts, one inferior butter, and one artificial cream. 17.5 pence.

"Eat, eat enough to interview." When the food was given, Klein took them back to his desk.

"Give me?" The middle-aged man looked forward and asked in surprise.

"Except for a piece of toast and a cup of tea, the rest is yours." Kline smiled and responded.

The middle-aged man wiped his eyes and said a little sobbing:

"...you, you are a good person."

"If you are hungry for a long time, don't eat too fast," Klein muttered.

"I know, I have an old man who died like this." The middle-aged man tried to slow down and eat, and occasionally took the tea and sipped a big mouth.

Klein simply solved the toast and looked at it quietly, waiting for the other party to finish eating.

"Call, I have three months, no, I haven't eaten so much in half a year. In the poor house, the food is just enough." After a while, the middle-aged man put down the spoon and the empty plate was in front of him.

Klein pretended to be a reporter and asked casually:

"How did you become a tramp?"

"This is a bad luck. I was a pretty good worker. I have a wife, two lovely children, a boy and a girl, but a few years ago, a contagious disease took them away. I also lived in the hospital for a long time, lost my job, lost my wealth, lost my family. From then on, I often could not find a job, no money to rent a house, no money to eat, only to wander in different streets and some These parks, which made me weak, made it harder to find a job..." The middle-aged man said in a numbness with a little aftertaste and sadness.

He drank a cup of tea and sighed and opened again:

"I can only wait for the opportunity to enter the almshouse, but you know, every poor house has a limit on the number of people. If you are lucky, you can wait a few days, I can recover a little bit and then find a temporary. The work, um, temporary, soon, I will lose my job again, repeat the previous process again, I don't know how long I can stay like this."

"I should have been a good worker."

Klein thought for a moment: "How many cigarettes do you have?"

"There are not a few." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly. "This is my last possession. The only thing left when I was driven out by the landlord. Oh, I can’t bring them with them. I will secretly steal them. I was hiding in the gap of the clothes. Only when I was in the most difficult time, I took out one and let myself have a look. I don't know how long I can hold on. I will tell you, I was a good worker."

Klein is not a professional reporter, but he doesn't know what to ask.

He turned his head and looked out the window and saw a face with a markedly hungry color.

Some are still awake, this is the residents of the Eastern District, some numbness is not as tired as humans, this is a tramp.

There is no obvious gap between the two. The former is easy to become the latter. For example, the gentleman in front of me... Klein turned around and found that the middle-aged man fell asleep and curled up in his chair and fell asleep.

After a few minutes of silence, Klein used to wake up and gave him a copper penny:

"This is the interview fee."

"Okay, ok, thank you, thank you!" The middle-aged man did not return to the moment. When Klein went to the door, he raised his voice. "I will go to the cheap hotel to take a shower and have a good night's sleep. Then look for a job."

............

At noon, Klein attended the banquet at the Summer House, and the guests had a total of ten.

There are apple juices with steaks, grilled chicken, fried fish, sausages, creamy soup, lots of food and two bottles of champagne, and a bottle of red wine.

On the way back to the bathroom, he met Mrs. Stalin Somer, and sincerely thanked him:

“A very rich lunch, thank you for your hospitality.”

"A total of 4 pounds and 8 sores were spent. The most expensive is the three bottles of wine, but this is Luke's collection. He has a wine cabinet." The face of Mrs. Starling, who is still pretty, responded with a smile.

Not waiting for Klein to speak, she said, "Only Mary, you have earned 10 pounds. If you can maintain such good luck, you can soon hold a similar banquet for those of our class. Say, please have a friend once a month, and be asked by a friend."

Klein has long been accustomed to each other's style, and compliments one sentence:

"Well, but I have to wait for my income to have a stable income of 400 pounds."

Starling suddenly raised her chin and tried to make her smile look lighter:

"430 pounds, there are 430 pounds."

............

Docklands, East Byron Dock, Workers Union Tavern.

Hugh wears a lot of boots, sticks a thick beard, and makes himself a short man.

She recalled the portrait she saw from Miss Audrey and tried to imprint the look of the man who was suspected of the murderer in her mind.

If Gavin is also killed by him, then he is likely to be in this pub often... He has a cup of rye beer and a lunch, shrinks into the corner, eats slowly, and looks around in a hidden way from time to time to find the target.

After a while, the pub's door was pushed away again, and the condition was reflected in the past.

From this point of view, her pupil contracted like a needle tip, and the whole person almost became a stone statue.

The customer who came in was nearly two meters tall!