Lord of the Mysteries

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Finally, the two white-skinned middle-aged men drank a cup of tea and smiled and sighed:

"Actually, this is much better than before. It is better than many people here, such as..."

He pointed to the tramps who were shrunk in the corners of the window.

Klein and Mike followed and saw a raging tramp lying in a dirty place that could shelter from the wind. There were men and women, old and small.

In this cold autumn, they may not be able to wake up again.

At this time, Klein noticed that the 60-year-old woman was standing on the street. Her dress was old and worn, but she was relatively neat and her hair was meticulous.

The white-haired old lady had a common trouble with the tramp on her face, but she still insisted on not squeezing with the pile of people, but slowly walking on the side of the road, and from time to time numbly looked into the cafe.

"This is also a poor man." The former tramp who had eaten the remaining black bread also found the old lady and sighed a few words. "She used to say that she was a good husband. Her husband is a food merchant. The child, unfortunately, went bankrupt. The husband and the child did not take long to die. She is different from us. Really, I can see it at a glance... Hey, she should not be able to support it for a long time, unless she can Almshouse."

Listening and listening, Mike’s expression changed from calm to depression, and he slowly vomited:

"I want to ask her for an interview. Can you invite her for me? She can eat something and drink something here."

For this request, the middle-aged man did not feel strange, but looked at Klein and Mike separately, as if to say that you really are colleagues.

"Okay, I think she will be very happy." He drank a cup of tea and got up and walked out of the greasy coffee shop.

Not long after, the old but neat old lady walked in with him, and the white face faded slightly under the warmth of the cafe.

She kept trembled. It seemed that she had to shed a little bit of chill in the body and grab the relatively high temperature in the cafe. Even if she sat in a chair, she took extra for more than a minute to really ease.

"What do you want to do at random, this is the reward for the interview." Klein said to Mike.

After Mike nodded, the old lady held the toast, the inferior cream and the coffee, and smiled and said:

"I have heard that when I haven't got food for too long, I can't eat greasy things."

Very polite, very self-made, not like a wanderer... Klein silently sighed.

Before the food was delivered, Mike asked at random:

"Can you talk about how you became a wanderer?"

The old lady showed her look of memories, and she smiled bitterly:

“My husband is a food trader, mainly buying food from domestic farmers. Since the Grains Act was abolished, we quickly went bankrupt.”

"His age is not small, he was knocked down by this thing, his body quickly collapsed, and he died soon."

"My child, he is a good young man, he has been doing business with his father. He can't accept such a blow, so he jumped into the Tasok River on a night without a moon."

"His first suicide was unsuccessful and he was sent to the Magistrate’s Court. The police and the judges were very impatient and felt that he had delayed their time."

"If you want to commit suicide, please suicide quietly and successfully, don't bother us... well, they probably want to say this, but they feel too direct."

"My child was put in jail. It didn't take long before he committed suicide for the second time."

The old lady said very calmly, just like it was not something she had encountered.

But for some reason, Klein felt a strong sorrow.

Mourning is greater than death... He suddenly remembered the words he had heard in his life.

In this world, suicide is not only a prohibited behavior of the major churches, but also an object of legal punishment.

As for the reason, Klein knows what it is. First of all, suicides choose to invest in the river. In the absence of timely discovery, there is a certain probability that they will become water ghosts. Secondly, suicides often have a bad mood. Next, ending your life as a "sacrificial offering" may resonate with some strange and terrible existence.

As a result, their bodies after death or some of the surrounding objects will carry a strange curse that harms others.

The "good luck puppet" behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen City is probably the way it is.

Therefore, the Seven Great Churches are based on their own teachings, prohibiting believers from committing suicide, and the royal family has promoted the corresponding legislation.

Of course, this seems a bit ridiculous in Klein. A person who wants to commit suicide will be afraid of the law and punishment.

Mike brushed and recorded what was being said, but the owner of the cafe had already brought the food over.

"You fill your stomach first, let's talk about it." Mike pointed to the toast.

"Okay." The old lady was very educated with a small mouthful of food.

She didn't have a lot of points and soon finished eating.

After reluctantly drinking the last bite of coffee, she licked her forehead and pleaded:

“Can I sleep for a while before I talk? It’s too cold outside.”

"No problem." Mike replied without hesitation.

The old lady gratefully said a few times thank you, sitting in a chair, just curled up and slept.

Mike looked to the middle-aged man next to him:

"You seem to be familiar with this place? I want to ask you to be our guide, how about 3 Soler a day? Sorry, forgot to ask your name."

The middle-aged man hurriedly shook his head:

"No, no, it's too much. I am at the dock. Many times, I only have 1 Sule's income a day."

"You can call me old Kohler."

"Then, two Soules a day, this is what you deserve." Mike hammered his voice.

Klein saw this strange bargaining, licked some of his nose with paper, and tried to refill the coffee, but suddenly he noticed that he was not right. He turned to look at the old lady who was curled up in the chair and slept.

Her face, which has been rosy for a cup of coffee, has once again become pale, and the color and mood of the gas field have disappeared.

"..." Klein stood up and subconsciously explored the old lady's breath.

In the strange eyes of Mike and Kohler, he said heavily:

"She is dead."

Mike opened his mouth and couldn't say anything. Kohler clicked three times on his chest and smiled bitterly:

"I know how long she can't hold it..."

“In the Eastern District, this happens every day.”

"At least she filled her stomach and died in a warm place, hope, huh, I hope I can do this in the future."

Klein was silent for a moment:

"Cole, you go to the police."

"Okay." Kohler once again slammed out of the chest and ran out of the cafe.

The boss looked at this side and didn't come over. It seems that this is not something that needs too much attention.

After a while, a policeman wearing a black and white uniform, carrying a short stick and not holding a pistol entered the cafe.

He looked at the dead old lady and asked Mike and Klein a little, and they waved:

"It's okay, you can wait until I find someone to take the body away."

"Just like this?" Mike snorted.

He is obviously not familiar with the Eastern District.

The policeman snorted:

"This kind of thing, the East District has a lot of things every day!"

His eyes turned and looked at Klein and Mike:

"You are not like people here, what is it? What identity?"

Mike took out the press card and Klein said he was protecting his private detective.

The police suddenly got a face and looked at Klein:

"I suspect you are illegally holding a gun!"

"I want to search your personal belongings, please cooperate, otherwise it will be regarded as resisting arrest!"

Mike became worried because he knew that private detectives were generally illegally armed.

Klein spread his hand in a blank expression:

"Ok."

He allowed the police to search for it, but the other party found nothing.

When the old lady’s body was sent away, the disappointed policeman left, and Mike grabbed his fist and slammed the table:

"A living person has died here, but he only wants to check illegally holding a gun!"

Having said that, Mike looked at Klein sideways and wondered:

"You didn't bring a gun?"

Klein shook his head and pulled the gun bag and the revolver from under the table, calmly saying:

“As a detective, I have a lot of experience in this area.”

As a "magician", he can put a pistol in front of the other side, but let the other party not find it.

Moreover, because he did not buy ordinary bullets, the extraordinary bullet was temporarily thrown onto the fog. His left wheel is currently empty, but this does not prevent him from shooting with a pistol. He only needs to simulate the mouth when pulling the trigger. Just say "砰".

See you, the old Kohler whispered next to it:

"It turns out that you are a detective."

Klein pointed to Mike and explained it casually:

"I was also commissioned by this gentleman last time."

Mike sat there without refutation, and after a moment of silence:

"Although I have also investigated gangsters and have seen the tragic life of some prostitutes, I don't know about the situation in the Eastern District. You can help me to see if there is any problem with this survey interview plan."

He said, taking a few sheets of paper from the inside pocket of the garment and unfolding it on the table in the cafe.

Klein glanced at it:

“Interview with residents of Eastern Districts of different ages?”

“It’s too much trouble. I think it’s possible to divide by location, better apartment, five or six people squeezing a room apartment, a street sheltered corner, a park bench, and a bar, a poor house.”

“In addition, you can divide your working hours and rest time.”

Mike listened carefully and nodded:

"Good idea, Kohler, what do you think?"

Old Kohler pinched his nose:

"I don't know the words... but I think the detective is fine."

Mike thought about it, revised the plan, and said:

"Then we go to the nearby apartment and pick one at will."