Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 313 Erdogan and Lao Kohler

When Chris was working as a busboy at a tequila bar, he once helped deliver goods, and Erdogan was the coachman.

The rosy-faced coachman looked back at Chris, without recognizing him, and smiled:

"Sir, do you know me?"

Erdogan had no objection to this customer who tipped him a full half a pound, even though he was going to the East End.

Chris nodded and chatted:
"Looking at your appearance, you don't seem to be from Loen."

"Yes, sir," Erdogan continued, stubbing out his dying cigarette butt in an ashtray at hand, "I am an immigrant from Feneport. Speaking of which, I still have some Southern Continent blood."

"When did you move to Backlund?"

"Three months ago, maybe. I was in Tingen before. The place was small and the income was not particularly high."

Erdogan scratched his forehead, not noticing that Chris's question actually showed that the other party knew him.

Chris turned back to look at the pedestrians on the roadside and asked casually:
"You pull people for a living now? How much money do you make a week?"

"Sometimes I pull goods, but I don't use this one anymore. I use the same pallet truck I used to pull goods. I can earn about 1 pound a week, and when I work a lot, I can earn 2 pounds."

The weekly salary is 1 pound, which is about the same as that of ordinary factory workers...

"Where do you live now?" Chris asked next.

"Haha, sir, are you a policeman?"

Erdogan joked, and then simply replied:

"I live in the South District of Bridge."

Rental prices in the Bridge South District are somewhat more expensive than those in the East District and Dockside District, but significantly lower than in places such as Jowood District.

Chris nodded secretly, stopped talking, and turned to look out the car window, watching the houses flashing before his eyes.

Finally, the carriage drove into the East District, and Chris felt that the surrounding environment suddenly became dark and obscure. He clearly felt that the place was filled with deep despair, and at the same time he noticed the malicious eyes cast towards the carriage from the darkness.

If you stand at a high place, you can see the smoke emitted from the factory chimneys gathering in the air, covering the sky with a thick layer of dust, enough to cover the sky and the sun.

In addition, there is a strong stench outside. The ditches on both sides of the street are clogged with insect corpses and rotten vegetable leaves. Homeless cats and dogs do not dare to wander on the road. If they are not careful, they may He was caught and eaten by homeless people who had been hungry for several days.

The carriage drove into the East District from the Jowood District. Chris did not expect that the difference between the two areas would be so obvious. After entering the East District, he felt as if he had entered another world, a world without color and full of despair.

"Just stop right here," Chris said.

Erdogan tightened the reins and pushed his legs toward the horse's belly. The horse under him immediately shook its neck, stepped on its hooves, and stopped.

Chris jumped off the carriage, looked back at Erdogan, and said casually:

"Tomorrow, you can go to the Jowood area. I heard that the Holy Wind Church is going to be renovated. There should be a need to move goods."

The coachman didn't know why, so he just took off his hat and put it on his chest, greeting Chris:

"Thank you for the reminder, sir."

After bidding farewell to Erdogan, Chris walked on the dirty streets of the East End, ignoring the malicious looks, and used divination to find old Kohler at a pier.

When Cole Sr. didn't receive assignments from detective Sherlock Moriarty, he still worked at the dock, doing manual labor such as moving cargo.

Chris stood not far away, watching him silently.

Old Kohler has gray temples and gray hair. He is wearing a pair of dirty overalls whose original color is hard to see clearly, and a pair of oil-stained coarse cotton gauze gloves. He is bending down to lift the cargo box on the ground onto his shoulders, and then puts it on his shoulders. Move to the carriage far away.

After a few back and forth, a layer of sweat had already appeared on Old Kohler's forehead. His figure became more stooped and his movements became more strenuous. However, he just wiped the sweat with the back of his still clean hand and bent down again without taking any rest. go.Within Chris' line of sight, there are more than 20 workers like Lao Kohler.

There was no expression on their faces and no words between them, just mechanical repetitive work, like ants carrying food.

Chris' eyes were complicated, and he looked up to the horizon, where there was a purple-red sunset.

He kept waiting, and when old Kohler finally had time to rest and sit on a box to drink water, he walked over.

Old Kohler noticed Chris. He put down the water bottle and looked at him with slightly cloudy eyes:

"gentlemen?"

The other party's clothes did not look like someone who would come to this dirty and messy dock.

Chris walked up to old Kohler, looked at him, and said calmly:

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

Old Kohler shook his head, took off his gloves, and took out half a piece of hard rye bread from his pocket:

"Sir, I don't understand what you are talking about."

After saying that, he ignored Chris and started eating dinner on his own.

Old Kohler held the rye bread in his right hand and put his left hand under his mouth. After taking a bite of the bread, he put the crumbs in the palm of his left hand into his mouth. Then he picked up the water bottle on hand and took a sip to let the water soften the hardness in his mouth. bread.

With just one mouthful of bread and one mouthful of water, the old Kohler quickly finished the half piece of rye bread.

After eating the bread, he wiped his mouth and looked at Chris doubtfully:
"Sir, what can you do with me?"

"Are you done with your work today? Old Kohler?"

"No, there's still an hour... wait, how do you know my name?"

There was a hint of vigilance in Old Kohler's eyes.

Is he Mr. Sherlock Moriarty's competitor?
But Chris’ next words dispelled his doubts:
"I'm your friend."

When Chris said this, he used a very small amount of extraordinary power, which "charmed" the old Khloe to a certain extent, so that the other party no longer doubted him.

"...So, sir, what do you want from me?"

Although the old Kohler no longer had any doubts in his heart, he still had questions.

"Tomorrow, you can go to Joe Wood District, where there are some good job opportunities and the salary is better than here."

Chris said it very cryptically. He knew in his heart that "0-08" might have noticed him after he came to the East District.

He could only remind Lao Kohler in this way.

Old Kohler nodded and replied:
"Thank you, sir, I'll consider it."

Chris nodded, said goodbye to old Kohler, and then walked east.

He's going to see Liv, Daisy and Freya.

As night falls, the number of pedestrians on the streets also dwindles—no one dares to walk in the East End at night and risk getting mugged.

Along the way, Chris occasionally released the pressure unique to extraordinary people to intimidate those with ill intentions. With the help of divination, he came to the edge of the East District and arrived at an apartment with a relatively clean environment.

(End of this chapter)