Lord of the Mysteries: Yao Guang

Esther's eyes always stopped on the man with the beard and the gold-rimmed glasses. Under the beard, his appearance should be very young, and his facial features were not rigid, but rather bookish.

She had noticed the difference between the two people a long time ago. Even though the two young men were both wearing workman's uniforms, the confidence in their hopes for life was enough to prove that they were not residents of the East District.

The middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life standing next to them is the best comparison. People who have been exhausted in the East District all year round may smell of alcohol, smoke, or rotten fish and shrimp, or even knives hidden under their clothes. But there is very little light in their eyes.

Esther felt that the man wearing the gold-rimmed glasses was very familiar, and she wanted to ask his name, but she was afraid that this was just an empty joy.

Mike took up the conversation: "You're using those kids? Are you working for someone?"

Esther shook her head and replied, "No, it's for me. Their age makes it easy to ignore their words, but what these children hear every day is much wider than the land I measure with my feet." .And their respect is for other reasons too."

She walked over slowly, patted Mike on the shoulder, raised an index finger of her right hand and brought it to her lips: "Don't look at me like this, I'm also a 'stealer', Mr. Reporter, you should be more vigilant."

"What?" Mike's right hand held a ball of air, and before he could react at all, the pen was already twirling between Esther's fingers, and he didn't even notice what she was doing at all.

Klein did see the rapid process clearly, but what shocked him even more was what she revealed in her words—she was a "thief", and this was exactly the path he had speculated with Esther before!

Too similar coincidences are superimposed, pointing to only one possibility.

The old Kohler smiled beside him: "You don't look like a thief when you speak, Amer."

When Esther heard this title of "upper Taoist", the corners of her lips immediately raised a little: "One must have a craft to make a living, old man, but everything has become more difficult in the Eastern District."

Mike took the pen that Esther handed back, not knowing what to say: "Well, I do understand your...'craft' now, thank you for reminding me."

Esther shrugged indifferently: "I wish you a smooth interview, I should go to earn money for today's meal."

"Actually, if you want to know market news, the "Becklund Post" is also a good choice. There are a lot of information in the previous newspapers." Klein said so suddenly, making old Kohler and Mike very confused.

It was the paper where he advertised Sherlock Moriarty, the "brand of a detective."

Esther didn't speak for a while, but silently wrote down the name of the newspaper in her heart, as well as the "past issue" that the other party specially named.

Mike would have misunderstood it, thinking that Klein was reminding him to advertise in disguise, and quickly answered: "The "Daily Observer" is also good, with a lot of in-depth reports. If you are interested in news, you can find it in a bookstore or a coffee shop. One copy, it has a good reputation in Backlund."

Klein echoed: "Yes, it is still dangerous for you to deal with those children, after all, there are always gangsters watching behind them."

Esther smiled and nodded at Klein: "Thank you for your reminder, I will go and have a look."

Then she waved goodbye to a few people, turned around and walked towards the bus platform.

Old Kohler looked at Esther's back and shook his head: "It sounds so young, and it's so kind and elegant, but it turned out to be a thief..."

Klein felt empty, and couldn't help but feel sorry for Esther. He changed the subject and said, "Should we go deeper into the Eastern District? I'm afraid there is nothing to write about in this interview."

Mike also clicked on his notebook, and found that there was really nothing to remember. The lady was full of secrets, like an urban legend: "Okay, then let's hurry up, and I will trouble the old Kohler to introduce us to you. .”

Klein resisted the thought of looking back, and walked to the other side of the street with Mike and old Kohler.

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Hillston District, outside a cafe.

After a simple "communication" with the boss through playing, Esther obtained permission to play on the open-air seats at the door to help attract customers in the store.But at the same time, in the end, the tip income she got had to be shared equally with the boss to pay for the venue fee of the performance.

Esther has been doing this for the past two days, and she finds that it is much more convenient to play music and show it directly than to talk to people.

During the performance, she no longer did the sneaky appearance of the East End, but showed her original face.She wasn't too worried about meeting acquaintances, because Backlund was big enough, and when he wandered around the city alone, he was as insignificant as a grain of sand in the Tussock River.

Loneliness is unavoidable. Since the conversation that day, Xiao Wu has become more and more sleepy. Esther can feel that it is avoiding communicating with her, but she is not sure why.

After the noon performance ended, those who lingered had no choice but to return to their busy work. Esther also ordered a lunch in the store with a tip, and ordered a copy of "Becklund Post" and "Daily Observer". ", watching and eating.

The boss enthusiastically gave Esther a [-]% discount and invited her to play again tomorrow. Esther could only politely refuse, as she would not stay in one place too much.

Her fate is difficult to connect with others, and it cannot be more convenient in terms of hiding her whereabouts.

The tips given by the merchants here are much higher than those on Lily of the Valley Street in the south area of ​​the bridge, which is closely related to their living standards. Esther earned back the money she spent renting a house in the east area in just two days.While erratic, Katsuki also has a natural appeal in her playing that resonates, less so than the power of the songs.

As long as it doesn't attract the attention of official Beyonders, Esther feels that this business is quite good, at least she is very satisfied.

There wasn't much special content in the newspaper. Esther scanned the Backlund anecdotes and various advertisements, and decided to end the performance early today, and went to a public library to check past issues of the Backlund Post. .

A few hours later, Esther took the "Becklund Post" from half a month ago, and after searching carefully for more than ten minutes, she finally saw a small crease between the seventh and eighth pages. The small notices huddled together made her almost choke on her saliva and faint:

"Sherlock Moriarty, a private investigator who is good at handling various matters, charges a reasonable fee, strictly abides by the principle of confidentiality, and lives in No. 15, Minsk Street, Jorwood District."

"It's so named... It really feels like I'm fighting against myself. This advertising space is really hidden enough, it seems very cheap." Esther said a few words with emotion, silently wrote down the address on the newspaper, and will After returning the borrowed newspaper, I walked into the dark night.

She couldn't wait to meet this "Sherlock Holmes".

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Jorwood District is also close to the Tussock River, but the economic level of the South District of the bridge can be widened. Although it is not as prosperous as the financial center of Hillston District, many small companies prefer to gather here. There are also a lot of houses in this area, but after Esther read the house prices in the newspaper a long time ago, she never considered settling here.

Without him, expensive.

In an area where the weekly rent is close to one pound, Esther can't afford to live with her savings. She doesn't even have anything to prove her identity, let alone keep in touch with her neighbors after living in these single-family houses or townhouses. Friendly exchanges, and the expense of trying to integrate into the community at that time, makes her feel desperate when she thinks about it.

The advantage of the chaos in the East District is that no one will care about your life, and they will not pay attention to others when there is no negotiation of interests.

Esther sat on the steam subway for more than ten minutes, and after reviewing the Backlund map in her mind, she took a public carriage and got off near Minsk Street.

A few light spots fell from Esther's temples and got into her pockets, completely blocking Xiao Wu's sense of the outside world.Out of selfishness, she didn't want Xiao Wu to know the specialness of her "resurrected colleague".Esther can trust Xiao Qi, but she can't trust Xiao Wu who has a similar but different personality.

Only then did Esther cover her cloak and mask again, and walked in along the elegant gas lamps on the side of the road until she reached the door of No.15, and she pulled the rope at the door.

The bell pulled by the rope shook, and the sound spread throughout the living room. The person who opened the door came very quickly, and seemed to be equally impatient to wait for a visitor to come to the door.

"Good evening, Mr. Detective." Esther really couldn't say that name, and she couldn't help laughing when she thought of it.

There was also a smile on the bearded face in the crack of the door. If it wasn't for the special ability of the "Joker", Klein could hardly guarantee that he would not blush now: "Welcome, may I ask Ms. Hamel if there is anything you want to do?" Want to entrust me? Come in, let's sit down and talk."

Walking into the reception living room, Klein led Esther to sit on the long sofa before asking her, "Would you like something to drink?"

"No coffee, anything is fine." Esther said softly. The familiar content and tone of these words made Klein's heart beat faster.

It's really her! ?
Klein also replied: "It's a pity that there is no sweet iced tea, it's because I didn't treat you well."

"I still prefer hot cocoa."

Esther raised her hand and put down her hood, revealing her laurel-blond hair. Then she also took off the mask on her face, revealing the soft-featured face in Klein's impression that didn't quite resemble the locals of Loen.

But Esther's face is slightly different from his impression. When she was in Tingen, her appearance was still close to that of a fifteen-year-old girl, but now she is more mature.

"You seem to have changed a bit." Klein remained vigilant.

[We have all changed a lot, Mr. Zhou Mingrui. ] Esther no longer suppressed the excitement in her heart, showing a smile of joy from the heart.

This Chinese sentence made Klein also laugh: [Long time no see, Li Xing. ]