Lord of the Mysteries

Vol 2 Chapter 141: Eastern District "Adventure"

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Bakerland East, a crossroads.

Mike Joseph saw a lot of poorly dressed children on the street, rubbed his mouth with a handkerchief, and planned to give them some pennies.

However, his actions were stopped by the former tramp old Kohler:

"Those are thieves!"

"Smugglers? Their parents? Or is this controlled by the gangsters?" As a veteran journalist, Mike has never been to the Eastern District, but it is also vaguely heard that there are several gangs that control street children to steal or beg.

"Parents? They either have no parents, or their parents have been thieves, or they are still doing it. Of course, Mr. Reporter, you are right. Many of them are indeed controlled by the gangs. It is said that the gangs will teach them. How to steal, for example, hanging a gentleman's coat on the wall, putting a handkerchief in his pocket, hanging a pocket watch outside, and practicing it repeatedly, stealing the handkerchief and not shaking the pocket watch, oh, this is all my wandering. When I was in Han, I heard people in the almshouse." Old Kohler said succinctly, "I remember the smallest thief I have ever seen on this street, only six years old, hey, six years old..."

He seemed to think of the child who had lost his illness. He couldn't help but pull out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, but he didn't want to **** it, just sniffed it.

"Six years old..." Mike was shocked by this number.

Klein listened quietly and sighed:

"This is the Eastern District."

He looked around and adjusted his mood:

“It’s closer to the jungle, not to human society.”

"Our interviews should be treated as an adventure. You must know how to avoid dangerous creatures and keep away from small things that don't seem to do much harm to you. Well, I mean mosquitoes in the jungle. ”

"Mike, if you expose the thickness of your wallet in front of those children, even if you protect well and don't let them steal, you will encounter a destined robbery in the next adventure. If you dare to resist, Perhaps the body that floated in the Tsock River in the early morning will have one more."

"Mr. Detective, you are right! There are so many people in the Eastern District who are missing a few days every day. No one cares." Old Kohler agreed.

Mike’s expression was calmly listened to, silent for a few seconds, and suddenly opened:

"1.35 million."

"Ah?" Kline's nephew was obviously dumb because of a cold.

Mike walked forward:

“This is the preliminary statistics of the population of the Eastern District.”

"But I know that the actual number is definitely a lot more than this."

"So much?" Old Kohler was shocked.

Although he has experienced the day and night in the Eastern District, he intuitively knows that there are many residents here, but he did not expect to be able to do so.

This is several times the population of Tingen... Klein subconsciously compares the most familiar places.

He looked at the crossroads a few steps away:

"Where are we going next?"

Old Kohler looked up and said:

"Do not go straight, that piece of street party is in control of Zi Mange, they are very ferocious, completely unreasonable, if found to have an interview with reporters, we will certainly beat a meal!"

Zange Party? Isn't this the gang of "no mind" that caused me the loss of 10,000 gold pounds? He is still a prisoner, I don’t remember his name... Fortunately, the 10,000 pounds eventually exchanged the recipes for Sequence 7, Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 of the Divination. "The Eye of All Black", in exchange for the life of Ambassador Intis... I don’t know which side of the manuscript of the third-generation difference machine was finally got... Klein recalled what happened last month. thing.

"Zimman party? The gang of people mainly composed of highlanders?" Mike asked thoughtfully.

"Mr. Reporter, have you heard of them?" Old Kohler was awkward.

Mike snorted:

"They involved a lot of cases and they have some reputation outside the Eastern District. It is said that members have been involved in an Intis spy case."

... next to you is the party, the informant, the victim... Klein silently added.

"You decent gentlemen know the Zmang party. Why don't the police take them away?" Old Kohler asked the mind of the people at the bottom.

Mike’s expression suddenly became a bit ugly and coughed twice:

"Only those who have done the case can be arrested. The rest have no evidence. They cannot be arrested. And the Eastern District is so large and has so many people. It is hard to find anyone who wants to hide it."

As he spoke, he sighed:

"It is easy to destroy a Zimmergg party, but as long as there are people from the plateau who come to Beckland, as long as they still retain the tradition of bravery and do not find other ways to make a living, the new Zimmergg party appears only time. The problem."

This is a complicated social problem... Klein pointed to the left and right sides:

"Choose one side."

Old Kohler looked at the street on the right:

"There is the Huili party active there, as long as it doesn't provoke the street and the bar to do it. Well, the girl who does the business will not be noticed by them. Oh, now it is morning, there will be no problem, they are all still sleeping."

The word "Hui Li" means "unlawful" in the Lun language. The gang of this name can be said to be quite self-aware.

Klein and Mike had no opinion on this. Under the guidance of the guide, they entered the block.

The buildings here are relatively good, and the environment on the street is not so dirty. The air is filled with the taste of food and drink such as oyster soup, fragrant meat fish, **** beer left by street vendors and the smell of fish and fish.

Walking here, Klein had an inexplicable familiarity, like returning to Tingen, returning to Iron Cross Street and returning to the street outside the apartment where he originally lived.

The only difference is that Beckland is closer to the sea and has more developed traffic. There are quite a few sea fish here.

"It's a good apartment nearby. I used to wander around several times and found that the gentleman and the lady inside are dressed, um, relatively clean." Old Kohler pointed to a pale yellow three-story building.

The three men came together and found a sign hanging on the entrance of the apartment with a pocket watch, wall clock and screwdriver, and words such as “repairing the clock”.

“Is there a watchmaker here?” Klein unearthed a similar scene from the memory fragments of the original Lord.

At that time, Benson, Melissa and he went to a similar place to repair the silver pocket watch left by his father, but the item was repaired several times and quickly broken down until it was completely smashed by Melissa. It became the most decent thing in Klein during that time.

After Klein’s “death”, this pocket watch with double value of money and emotion was not buried.

Should it be owned by Benson now? I don't know if he took out the pocket watch every time, would you think of me... Klein suddenly blinked and outlined his mouth.

"It should be." Mike is not sure.

If there is a problem with his pocket watch, it is usually sent to the original watch store, which is assigned to the subordinate's repairman or entrusted to the long-term cooperation of the craftsman.

Just entering the apartment, they saw a middle-aged man with a beard.

The gentleman just came out of the bathroom and went back to the room. After discovering that three strangers came in, he asked:

"Do you want to repair the clock?"

It’s a coincidence... I met the craftsman directly... Klein was a little surprised.

Mike took out his pocket watch and smiled and said:

"Yes, my pocket watch has always been out of time, you can help me take a look."

He did not reveal his identity and planned to do an interview in a casual chat.

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled and led them into a two-room room half-covered, pointing to the chair next to the wooden table:

"Let's wait, I'm going to get the tools."

"Your tool is not at home?" Mike asked strangely.

The watchmaker shook his head and smiled:

"How can it be?"

"A set of tools is very expensive. I can't afford it alone. I can only collect money and buy three or four sets. Whoever has business will use it. So, we moved to one piece, huh, it is more convenient. Too far away, you have to spend extra time and public horse-drawn carriage fees to borrow tools."

He said that he went out and walked to the side.

It turned out that it was no coincidence that we met watchmakers. Many of the residents here were watchmakers... Klein was amazed.

Old Kohler looked at the room and said enviously:

"Before I was sick, I lived in this place too. My wife would help people to mend clothes at home, two children, two children..."

Mike sighed and slammed the voice:

"I thought watchmakers are very rich."

"Me too..." Klein pinched his nose.

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

After a friendly exchange with several guests in the apartment, Klein and others set foot on the adventure again.

They walked a hundred meters and suddenly heard someone quarreling at the street.

The two ladies screamed and greeted each other in a variety of indecent language, and let Klein learn a lot of words that had never been heard before.

The reason for their quarrel was that the woman on the left accused the right woman of making the environment of the apartment she was dirty and would make noise. The woman on the right side slammed the left side and thought it was her own problem. No one asked her to solicit guests at night and sleep during the day.

"That is a woman who washes?" Mike listened a little and frowned.

"Yes, I know her, she is a widow, with her two daughters helping people wash clothes." Old Kohler made a positive reply.

Mike thought for a few seconds:

"Take me to see their home."

Old Kohler nodded and led the two to bypass the quarrel and enter the dilapidated house that was obviously not as good as the apartment.

Just outside the room where the women were washing, Klein immediately felt the humidity.

There was a dress that was still dry, and a 17-year-old girl was kneeling in front of the big pot, washing the foamy things, and the girl who was younger than her was wrapped in a wet coat. The hot iron on the linen cloth carefully handles the items that have been washed and dried. Her movements are cautious and seem to have been burned many times by steam.

This is both their workplace and the place where they sleep at night. The moist water vapor fills the room and immersed them in their bodies.

In addition, the stench of various odors is so obvious.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Mike squeezed his nose.

Klein snorted and replied:

"I am sick……"

His sentence did not bring a little smile.

Mike released his finger and walked into the room, telling the two strange girls:

"I am a reporter, I want to interview the women who wash the pulp."

The girl in the clothes numb shook her head numbly:

"We have a lot of things to do and we can't delay."

Mike’s interview request was rejected.

He came out with a heavy expression and walked back to the street silently.