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Early morning of October 7th.

As soon as the sky was dawn, Klein woke up from his one-bedroom rented in the East District. After handing over the new clue to Miss Justice, there was no news yet. He changed into an old and simple work outfit, went downstairs, and got into the crowd like a truly inconspicuous worker.

While walking, he saw a middle-aged and elderly man in his forties or fifties in front of him, with gray hair and a paper bag containing a few pieces of black bread in his hand. He was wearing a simple thick jacket full of patches and a patchwork scarf around his neck. He exhaled a few breaths of white air in the cold wind, stepped on his spot to dispel the chill, and showed a satisfying and gratifying smile at the black bread that looked bad in his arms.

He tried to take something out of his pocket, but one hand was not convenient. The cigarette box rolled out of his pocket and just fell to Klein's feet. Seeing this, Klein bent down and picked it up and returned it to the other party.

"Thank you, thank you! This is my old friend, there are not a few left in it." The middle-aged and elderly man sincerely thanked him.

His face was pale, but it was a little bit red, which looked better than other homeless men Klein had seen in the East District, but it was only a few. The middle-aged and elderly man opened the cigarette box and carefully took out one and held it at the corner of his mouth, without igniting it. He suddenly added: "Sir, your clothes are a little damaged, do you need to be sewn?"

Klein was stunned for a moment. He checked his top, and then he found that several holes were torn on the back of the sleeves, and air leaked into it. Ordinary people probably couldn't bear it, but he was an extraordinary person in Sequence 8, and his reinforced body felt a little chill. He wanted to ignore it with a subtle mood of refusing to distribute posters on the roadside in his previous life, but Klein felt a little unbearable to the look of expectant eyes of the old man - he sighed: "Indeed, I don't know where there is a tailor?"

"Thank you! You are such a good person."

The middle-aged and elderly man's eyes lit up a little, and he hurriedly thanked him. He became obviously excited and walked side by side with Klein, heading towards a place where he didn't know whether it was the end of the fog or deeper the fog.

They walked about a hundred meters and saw a girl sitting on the street. She had an extremely simple sewing machine, which was in a mess and was even tied to the cracked area with ropes. The girl quickly stepped on the pedal to concentrate on sewing, with two large bags of old clothes at her feet. Klein subconsciously compared it with the disguise on her body and found that her coat with several broken holes was the most "decent" one.

"Taylor!" The middle-aged and elderly man smiled and walked over quickly, "This gentleman's coat needs to be sewn."

"Okay, sir, can you please wait a moment?"

The girl known as Taylor raised her head from work and greeted Klein enthusiastically. Although she was a tailor, her clothes were very thin, her face and hands were red in cold, and she looked about the same age as Melissa. Taylor raised her hands and sniffed a few times, looked at the middle-aged and elderly man, and relaxed: "Dad, how much bread did you buy today?"

"For the blessing of the food bill, the price of black bread has also been reduced. This time I went to queue up in the early morning and indeed I got the discounted bread that was about to reach the processing day!"

A joy appeared on the old face of the middle-aged and elderly man, and he patted the paper bag in his hand: "We don't have to worry about being hungry in the next three days."

Klein stood quietly by the side, listening to the conversation between the father and daughter. He looked at the paper bag in the arms of the middle-aged and elderly man. There were three or four pieces of rough and inferior bread in total, which were only about four or five pounds, but he had to eat it for three days... He sighed silently, handed his coat to the girl, shivered in the cold wind, and smiled:

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself just now. Actually, I am a reporter and am doing reports in the East District. Can I interview you? It just so happens that it's a bit cold now, so we can go to the cafe in front."

The middle-aged and elderly man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "No problem, it's much warmer inside than on the street."

The tables and chairs in the cafe are quite greasy, and there are many guests because of the walls and windows inside, so the average temperature is indeed much higher than on the street.

Klein signaled him to sit down and ordered two large cups of tea, a plate of tender peas stewed lamb, two bread, two pieces of toast, a low-quality butter, and an artificial cream, totaling 17.5 pence.

The middle-aged and elderly man hugged the black bread in his hand awkwardly, covering up his Adam's apple that was squirming because of the fragrance.

"Eat, eat enough before you can interview." When the food was given to Qi, Klein brought them back to his table.

"For me?" the middle-aged and elderly man asked in anticipation and surprise.

"There are all yours except a piece of toast and a cup of tea." Klein responded with a smile.

The middle-aged and elderly man was stunned. He wiped his eyes and said with a choking sob: "...you, you are such a kind person. But this is so rich. Can I pack up the endless food for my daughter?"

"Yes." Klein calmly ate the toast and cream, sighed in his heart, and continued to smile on his face, pretending that he was really a reporter, "Can you tell me about your own affairs? Family members can do it too."

"This is a bad thing. I was originally a pretty good worker. I had a wife, two cute children, one boy and one girl. But a few years ago, an infectious disease took away my son and wife. He was originally a strong young man, but because of overwork, he died soon after falling ill... I also lived in the hospital for a long time, lost my job and wealth, and only my daughter who was lucky enough to be treated in a charity hospital was left to depend on each other. From that time on, I often couldn't find a job, had no money to rent a house, and had no money to eat, which made me very weak, and it made it even harder to find a job and unable to raise my children..." The middle-aged and elderly man said with some aftertaste and sadness.

He took a sip of tea, sighed, and spoke again:

"But my daughter worked very hard and worked in the workhouse in the East District, so she got a learning position in the charity school and learned simple sewing in the school. Later, she found an old sewing machine, and earned a little Weibo salary by sewing clothes and pasting paper boxes every day. With this little money, we could barely survive. Without Taylor, I would probably not be able to hold on."

"I tell you, I should be a good worker, and my daughter doesn't have to work so hard."

Klein was not a professional journalist and didn't know what to ask. Fortunately, the middle-aged and elderly man had eaten his part at this time, carefully packed the remaining half and put it in his arms, hoping to give his daughter some food that had left the rest of the food. Klein watched the man leave the cafe on his own initiative and said a few words to Taylor. Then the two of them sent back the jacket he had sewn, without mentioning anything about the charge.

"By the way." Seeing that this trip was about to gain nothing, Klein couldn't help but call the middle-aged and elderly man and asked casually, "Has anything happened in the East District recently? For example, fraud and robbery."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the other party looking at him in confusion, and then he realized that this was as normal as breathing in the East District.

"Uh, sir, what you said is so common. I have no information." The middle-aged and elderly man spoke in embarrassment, but Taylor raised his head and asked tentatively:

"Sir, I have heard some news recently. I don't know if it's what you need."

"What is it?" Crane asked hopelessly.

"It was Miss Maria who told me."

Taylor spoke naturally without introducing the name of this person, as if he had made a default decision for anyone who came to the East District to know the name: "Ms. Maria told us not to go out recently, and the trafficking of women is becoming more and more rampant. There are also several strange murders, which Miss Maria mentioned one day. There seems to be a perverted murderer in the East District. He has killed several bounty hunters, and each of them has been tortured to the point of being unhealthy."

"Well, this is something I heard by chance. If you want to know more, you can go and interview Miss Maria!"

Taylor did his best to help the kind-hearted Mr. journalist: "She has been in the Dockworkers Association almost all day lately and should be easy to find."

90

"…After that being said, I have always forgotten to ask you, what kind of ending do you plan to give this story?"

Forre thought: "I have formulated a plan, but this is a drama that will be staged during the New Year this year, and it should be a reunion-like comedy."

"But the premise of achieving a happy ending - the hero is dead, so it's better to let the heroine find another newcomer to go out, but overall that feeling will be extremely bad." Edward reminded her, "You don't actually need to be bound by the New Year's ideas. No matter whether it's tragedy or comedy, as long as you're beautiful enough, you can get a box office. You also hope that the subsequent rewards can be more, right?"

"Then, I have an idea!" Fors quickly turned the case into his mind, "How about letting this heroine become a pirate who can help the poor without any worries after killing her enemy? It's very popular now!"

"Are you going to write the next one?"

"Ah? No, don't prepare. Isn't this a drama in one episode?"

"Then why do you design this ending?" Edward complained, "It is good to create your own series, but it requires caution to give the audience unrealistic expectations. Moreover, Miss Wall does not seem to have no risky experience and is not real enough. Otherwise, let her die with loyal love and see her lover coming to greet her before she dies."

The romance novelist wanted to scratch his head habitually, but he controlled his unladylike movements. Fores thought hard for a few seconds, and suddenly had an idea: "By the way, what about letting her pray to the gods? Her sincere love and devotion to God in the world touched the gods, so the angels brought their lover's soul back to the earth, and they were happy from then on... Alas, why did it seem like they had a happy ending again?"

"...It's not bad, at least better than the current version, so you have to make a god come out. It's better to make it completely fiction. If a certain god is metaphorized, it may make the believers of other gods feel unhappy."

Edward ignored it. After turning a few pages, he sorted out all the manuscripts and put them aside. The editor, who knew the nature of the writer he taught, spoke like this: "You can make a preliminary decision like this. If I remember correctly, the end of this month will be the deadline. Of course, I can help you get a few more days of revisions. After all, the plot and my soundtrack need more adjustments."

"Thank you, Mr. Vaughan, you are so considerate." Fors breathed a long sigh of relief, with a happy smile on his face, unconsciously relaxing, "New Year is coming soon, do you have any plans?"

"I remember Miss Wall, you seem to mention that you are going to the relatively warm Southland or sea vacation."

Seeing that the relaxed and pleasant chat session was about to enter, the gentleman ordered two cups of coffee and two cakes and enjoyed a simple afternoon tea: "I have no plans this year. Haha, when my wife was still alive, she would always take me to some interesting places for short trips every year."

???????????????? Well, for example, if you investigate the ruins of the God of Death in the Southern Continent, archaeological adventures or digging graves, climb the Ammanda Mountains, and look at the quiet church, the headquarters of the Dark Night Church in the distance, occasionally go to the Fsak Empire and take a look at the huge temple in the capital. She is curious to pursue the land of the gods abandonment...

"It sounds really romantic." Fors cut a small piece of cake and couldn't wait to get to the point. "I'm very interested in the secrets of the Quaternary history you mentioned last time. Can you talk more about it? Well, I'm also very curious about the legend I accidentally saw in an ancient book. Mr. Vaughn, you are knowledgeable, have you ever heard of "deadly whispers at the full moon" or something?"

She deliberately added this noun to some extent.

Edward put a piece of sugar cube into the coffee, stirred it slowly, and said, "I have indeed made relevant knowledge... It is a coincidence that it is also an ancient book. The deadly whisper at the full moon first appeared in the Fourth Age, and it is said that an unknown evil god was conveying information."

"Bang"!

He looked up without surprise, and saw the best-selling novelist lady widened her eyes. The voice just now was because she accidentally let go of her hand in surprise, and the metal fork hit the plate hard.

"Ah, I'm very sorry!" Fors hurriedly picked up the fork again, and asked anxiously, "Is there any information in that ancient book that the evil god is conveying? Can you sell it to me?"

"I'm sorry, this is just this sentence, and the book is also lost."

"ah……"

"Actually, there is no need to be so sad." Edward smiled, "After all, sometimes ignorance is also a good thing."

Because you are useless now. He calmly drank a sip of coffee that tasted the right taste, and at least got the Sequence 5, and becoming a recorder or a traveler was considered valuable. At that time, I will exchange your soul with more detailed information.

"Anyway, thank you, Mr. Vaughan, your answer satisfyed my curiosity." Fors was a little lost, but after seeing the manuscript form and envelope that Edward handed over, she quickly became happy.

"I will definitely submit the manuscript to you quickly this time!"

TBC

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