Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Edward turned into an alley and suddenly forgot what he was going to do next.

"..." He put his hand on his temple, and a second later, a greeting was inserted along with his previous thoughts.

Edward raised his head slightly and looked into the distance, only to see a crow with black eyes and white circles standing on the roof dozens of meters away. After being glanced at by Him, the crow fell directly from the roof and fell out of His sight.

"Amon." Edward said into the air, "Are you here to avenge your brother?"

"No, I have no intention of fighting you. I just came to see what a "demon" that can make a paranoid lose twice in a row looks like. "

Before he finished speaking, Amon came out of the street corner wearing a monocle, wearing Southern Continent-style clothing, and holding a glass of fizzing flavored fruit drink in his hand. Amon, who was dressed as a typist from Zhongsunya Company, also ran over, with his sleeves folded to his elbows and holding a dozen documents in his arms. The white cat with dark circles snoozing on the wall, the two birds flying on the clothes drying pole in the distance, and the countless insects all looked over.

"You've seen it. You can disappear from my eyes."

"One more thing, you can defeat Adam's sequence one clone in the space of consciousness, which is simply incredible."

The leader, Amon, is a Sequence 3 "Deception Mentor". With his ability to escape and the powerful resurrection technology of this channel, he is not very panicked. Besides, there is also a Sequence 4 clone behind him. He will always run away if he can't defeat him. no problem. So he took a leisurely sip of his drink and continued: "I don't do anything for paranoid people, I'm just curious."

"Okay, I'll tell you."

After confirming that Amon's true form was not here, and that there was only one Sequence 3 and one Sequence 4 present, Edward's already little vigilance further diminished. Amon, who was dressed in the Southern Continent, was stunned for a moment, but Edward didn't want to wait for him to speak and answered directly:

"Because I am a god from outside the sky."

"I am the declining king of one of the old rulers. I came because of the initial awakening. I came for the source of essence and to witness the ruined destiny of this planet. Amon, you have to pay the price of your life when you visit the Death Omen Star. "

what language is this? It's not any existing... This name is... Amon in Sequence 3 suddenly froze, his body trembled violently, his eyes, fingers, drinks, and flesh fell into a pile on the ground, covered with links and little bits. Subtle light. The bird in the distance exploded on the spot, covering the ground with blood. The white cat on the wall fled in a hurry, but was pierced by a branch and was sucked dry in an instant, turning into a thin piece of fur fluttering in the wind.

In two seconds, all the Amons in the city who were monitoring their conversations lost their lives. Only the typist holding the document closed his hearing the moment he heard "Okay" and became the only one. survivor. He took a deep breath with an ugly expression.

Seeing the foreign god looking over, the typist struggled to put on a smile on his face, bowed slightly and lowered his head: "...as you wish."

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With the premise that he was approached silently in the cafe before, Klein slightly increased his vigilance. Then he noticed that Maria walked back out of nowhere, following them at a safe distance of about ten meters, as if she was secretly observing their investigation.

Is it because you don't trust us? But we are just ordinary reporters, so there is no need to monitor us so vigilantly, right? Klein thought for a while, but he and Mike were indeed here for an interview. Mike was a kind-hearted reporter who was not afraid of the shadows being distorted, so he simply pretended not to know.

Ahem!

Mike took out his handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed several times.

The fog in the factory area is thicker than other places. The mid-air is gray and yellow, as if there is dust floating in it, and occasionally there is a pungent smell. Although the air quality in the entire Backlund is very poor, the urban area is still dwarfed by this place. The pungent smell makes it unbearable for reporters who have long been accustomed to the air in Backlund.

He turned to Klein, who was also coughing, and said: "I have always supported the government's establishment of the Kingdom's Air Pollution Investigation Committee and the establishment of an alkali industry prosecutor, but I only learned today that the problem has become so serious."

"If effective measures are not taken, it may lead to tragedy in the future." Klein tried to open his blocked nose.

It might make the entire Backlund shrouded in fog with a visual distance of no more than five meters, and the evil god might very well descend or be born in such a scene... He added silently.

Old Kohler didn't quite understand their conversation. He cleared his phlegm-filled throat and led reporters and detectives around the guards and sneaked into a lead-white factory. There are mainly female workers here, and they are busy without any protection, and there is obvious dust in the factory.

Looking at the "small particles" suspended and floating in the air, Klein seemed to see poison gas. The young women without masks were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. He seemed to have witnessed the future of each female worker here. Some of their heads throbbed, some had blurred vision, some became hysterical, and some had blue lines on their gums. In the end, they might become Become blind or die soon.

Mike whispered in shock and anger: "How can this be?"

"How could they do this?"

"Lead poisoning has been discussed in various newspapers and magazines some time ago, but they didn't take any precautions at all?"

“Can’t even bear to part with a mask?”

"These factory owners are committing murder!"

He is really a reporter with a sense of justice. Although he is not too young, has a stingy style, and has excellent acting skills, he still retains his original intention... But how does he know so much about lead poisoning? By the way, I have forgotten that I asked Sir De Vere to widely publicize the dangers of lead poisoning in various newspapers and magazines... It seems that he has done a pretty good job, but for some people, the lower class untouchables die one or two times. What's the matter? There are many people waiting for job opportunities! Klein thought with a heavy heart.

Old Kohler finally heard a topic that allowed him to join in: "This is a certain gentleman's factory. Every year, girls die of poisoning. The year before last, for some reason, there was an accident, killing and injuring many people. The factory delayed and refused to pay out pensions." Jin. He also promoted several troubled family members. Seeing that this matter was about to be over, Miss Maria suddenly came over and helped us with the lawsuit for free... Haha, I didn't see Miss Maria's performance with my own eyes, but she But he has a senior lawyer's license! It is said that not only the person in charge of the factory, but also the lawyer opposite was sent in by Miss Maria!"

He tried his best to change the bad impression of Miss Maria in the minds of the two well-meaning reporters.

Mike's eyes widened and he murmured in disbelief: "Another thing I don't know at all..."

Senior lawyer? It turns out that the young lady has received a systematic education and may have attended a professional college. Why would such a middle-class person become a gang leader and run a charity in the East District? Wouldn't she be able to make more money if she went to work? She is able to gain a foothold here and approach us quietly. It is very likely that she is an Extraordinary. Combined with the fact that she is a lawyer, could it be that she is the "Black Emperor", that is, an Extraordinary of the "Lawyer" path? I don't know what the sequence is. A few, he must be taller than me anyway...

"How much is the pension approximately?"

"It's about thirty pounds per person, sometimes only a dozen pounds, it depends on the mood of the factory owner." Old Kohler replied helplessly.

There was another moment of silence.

"There was also a big fuss over the introduction of machinery into the factory."

After the three of them left the lead factory, Old Kohler couldn't help but talk about the textile factory. If Kohler had been more educated, he might have used the word "uproar" to describe the recent protests.

"They are going to use the latest textile machines, and the number of people responsible for operating them will also be reduced. It seems that one-third of the workers will be laid off! Those female workers hope to smash the machines and get their jobs back, otherwise, otherwise they will , they may not be able to survive, or they may have to become street girls.”

"Mr. Reporter, the kidnapping case that you are curious about only became apparent after this incident, because many girls disappeared for some reason. It is said that they found jobs and left with their families, but Miss Maria didn't find any If there are not so many job quotas, if they can find a job so easily, how can they leave now?"

Old Kohler's language expression ability was limited, but both of them understood the general meaning. Klein was thoughtful. He seemed to have heard Mr. "The Hanged Man" mention missing persons during the Tarot meeting. It only happened in the Southern Continent. Could it be that Backlund also had it? And Mike opened his mouth. From the looks of it, he vaguely wanted to say "stupid", but in the end he didn't say anything. He just looked over there silently, not even getting closer.

"Go back, I'm almost done with my investigative interviews." After a long time, Mike sighed.

The three of them left the factory area, and Klein could feel Maria still silently following behind. They didn't speak again until they left the East End, and a dull silence enveloped them. After paying the reward of 10 pounds 6 soles, Mike took a carriage and left the smoke-filled neighborhood.

Klein watched the carriage go away and didn't speak for a long time.

When he was working as a Nighthawk, he had learned about and come into contact with the lives of the poor, but none of them were as impressive as this time. The all-round, three-dimensional observation completely presented a human abyss before his eyes.

Old Kohler stood silently beside him. Just when Klein was about to say something, Maria walked out from the shadow of the house behind her and came directly to Klein.

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"You are indeed kind journalists."

Maria's face was complicated. Klein and Mike had proven themselves with practical actions, and their expressions during the interview in the East End made her feel very uncomfortable. But the current situation in the East District has reached the limit of what she can change. Without more helpers and funds, she has no way to further expand the scale, and it will even be difficult to maintain the status quo.

"I apologize for my previous rude behavior. What do you call me? I have something to entrust you with."

"You are also thinking about the East District. It was indeed us who were abrupt before, so please don't take it to heart." Klein noticed the other party's kindness and politely revealed the previous matter, "I am Sherlock Moriarty. Since So, you must have discovered that I am a private detective, what is the commission? My abilities are limited, and I don’t know if I am qualified."

Of course I have to ask questions about things that even the Beyonders with a higher sequence than me are not sure about! Klein said in his heart.

"I'm Maria, just call me Maria." Seeing that Klein was still waiting for the next step, she added, "I don't have a last name, probably because my parents who abandoned me outside the orphanage didn't Knowing that I am not qualified to bear their last name, this name is all I have.”

I see. Klein suddenly understood.

Maria adjusted her collar and her expression became serious: "Then I will tell you the contents of my commission."

"The thing I want to entrust is the kidnapping case in the East District, but it is not an investigation, because I know who is behind the scenes - did you see that magnificent villa? The person who kidnapped the girls is him, the rich man Kaping. He I have evidence. As for the disappearance of the unemployed female textile worker, I don’t know if it has anything to do with him. You are a kind detective. I will not let you put yourself in danger. I hope you can Use your connections to find a way to get the structural diagram of Kapin’s house.”

this one? It’s not that I’m just going to get rid of Kaping. If it’s true that women and children were abducted, then Kaping’s death would really be undesirable... If I just get the structural diagram, it’s not too difficult. I can go to the gray mist for divination. , you can also find a way to sneak in using the spirit body... But this has certain risks, I need to do some divination...

Klein's mind was spinning and he didn't answer immediately.

Maria was very nervous. She was worried that Klein would die accidentally if he accepted the commission, and she was also worried that Klein would not accept it.

After about ten seconds, Klein asked: "Have you ever given this commission to other detectives? Why did you choose me?"

"...I visited many private detectives, and the first one I visited was Mr. Isengard Stanton." Maria's heart sank, thinking that this should be a polite refusal from Sherlock Moriarty, but Still answered truthfully, "Mr. Stanton rejected me, so I visited several detectives later, and all of them gave up after hitting a wall. I just want to give you a commission to try again. It doesn't matter if you refuse. I know this This matter is very dangerous, and everyone has their own concerns."

"May I ask how much compensation you can offer?"

"This is very dangerous. My budget is five hundred pounds. As long as I can figure out even one pipe or vent, I am willing to pay." Maria said, "If I can get a detailed structural diagram, I can pay one thousand pounds." Pounds. Of course, if something happens, I will leave this money to the person you name."

"I may not be able to get back to you right away."

Klein thought about it and felt that the price was very acceptable. This is just investigation, not a battle. Although it is very difficult for other detectives and they have to risk their lives, I have at least two options to get into Kapin's villa, so I don't have to refuse, but at least go to Gray Mist Make a formal divination: "But I really want to accept this commission. If I decide to accept it, I will give you a reply within these two days."

Maria's expression changed: "I'm sorry, but please think carefully and don't force yourself just because of the high reward."

"Don't worry, Miss Maria, I am very self-aware of my abilities." Klein knew that she had misunderstood. After all, five hundred pounds is indeed not a small amount, and it is very attractive to a private detective. He smiled and said goodbye to the two of them, "Then I'll leave first. Goodbye, you two."

"...Goodbye, Mr. Moriarty."

Maria looked at the retreating figure and sighed heavily.

TBC

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