19 Hope Road, Joewood District.

Here is close to the Tassock River passing through Beckland, pedestrians can see a slightly turbid but unusually wide water surface through the gaps between the houses.

Mike Joseph, a reporter from Daily Observer, walked out of the carriage and pointed to the three-story gray-blue building in front of him. He said to Klein, who was wearing a long black double-breasted dress, a half-height silk top hat and gold-rimmed glasses, said:

"That's Golden Rose, the best legal brothel in the Gabeckland Bridge area of ​​Joewood District, opens every day at 3pm and stays open until 2am."

The best legal brothels in the Joewood District and the Beckland Bridge District? That is to say, there are better but illegal ones in these two districts? Klein mumbled silently, aiming at the entrance of the building with a golden rose inlaid with no so-called signs.

"This kind of girl shouldn't be considered a street girl, right?" he responded casually.

"Of course, the grade is higher." Mike led Klein to the front of the building with a familiarity and pushed the door in.

As soon as he entered, Klein smelled a slightly pungent mixed fragrance and heard a soothing but ambiguous melody.

He looked around instinctively and found that there were thugs wearing black coats and half-tall hats standing on both sides of the entrance and in every corner of the hall. As a legally operated place, these were obviously used to deal with drunks and reckless men.

The golden hall is surrounded by various sofas and chairs, and even a piano, and the center is surrounded by a dancing place.

At this time, ladies with hair color, whether gold, brown, light yellow or black, and dresses are complex, simple or gorgeous, sitting in different places. Some of them are mature and charming, some are shy and tender, some are youthful and charming, and some are quite beautiful.

These ladies either hold their chins to admire the melody, laugh and talk to each other, read newspapers and magazines quietly, or dance with men.

Because it was only 3:30 in the afternoon, there were not many customers, only a few. At first glance, it looked more like a regular dance party than an interior scene of a brothel.

"If you can see some interesting performances after 8 o'clock in the evening, hehe, if you like a lady, go and invite her to dance and ask her for the price in the beautiful melody. If both sides can agree, you can spend a wonderful time in a room on the second or third floor. Hey, as long as you are willing to spend money, you can sleep here for a whole night." Mike turned his head left and right, suddenly disappeared from his previous calmness and gentlemanship, and became a little frivolous.

He walked into the hall with a smile and moved closer to a young girl who was not old and at most fifteen or sixteen years old.

Is this a manifestation of nature or a professional performance? Klein was a little dumbfounded and subconsciously followed behind Mike Joseph.

"The victim Shibel is only 16 years old. In theory, girls of similar age are more likely to be friends with her and know more." At this time, Mike lowered his voice and explained.

He immediately raised his slightly sparse eyebrows and returned to his normal volume:

"Which lady did you like?"

"I'm just your bodyguard." Klein responded according to normal logic.

Mike nodded slightly and suddenly laughed:

"When I do that, I'm not used to people watching."

"I will stay outside the door." Klein understood what Mike meant and put on a rigorous and professional attitude.

Mike didn't say much, came to the young girl, bent down and stretched out her hand, and invited her to dance.

At this age, Beckland is really glamorous and dirty... Hey, there is a middle-aged and elderly gentleman with a very good temperament who visits here. His temples are gray... Klein lowered his hands, stood upright, and watched Mike and the young girl wandering in the middle with slow dance steps.

After a few minutes, Mike walked back and said to Klein with a little annoyance:

“It’s too expensive.”

When the two of them approached, he added in a low voice:

"The girl knew Shibel, but the boss here, Ms. Lopez, forbids them from communicating with others, or they will be severely punished. God, when the punishment was mentioned, the poor girl even shivered instinctively. I can imagine how terrifying that was."

Klein sighed sympathetically but couldn't help but ask in a tight voice, "So, what are you going to do?"

"I don't want to cause misfortune for those girls, I plan to go directly to Ms. Lopez." Mike patted Klein's shoulder and said, "Protect me!"

Klein turned his body sideways and solemnly reminded him:

"If you encounter dangerous situations, you have to listen to me."

"Do you understand? Listen to me!"

"Okay, OK." Mike raised his hands to his shoulders and nodded frequently.

While speaking, he walked towards the single sofa in the corner, where the seat was sitting, with a charming appearance, gorgeous dress and heavy makeup.

"If you don't want to give up after dancing and be embarrassed in front of those girls, I suggest you talk to Ms. Lopez first and figure out the prices of different girls." Mike raised his voice.

The lady heard the communication between the two, turned her head and looked over, and slowly got up, making a smile:

"Good afternoon, two gentlemen, I am Lopez. Do you have any girls you like?"

"Yes." Mike suddenly looked up and down at the other party, and chuckled, "I admire you very much."

I admire you too... It's like going home in this kind of place... Klein's mouth twitched.

Lopez's expression was stunned for a second, then he smiled:

"I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today, you should know that women have uncomfortable times every month."

Seeing that there was no way to turn Lopez into the room for communication, Mike was silent for a few seconds and suddenly became serious:

"Ms. Lopez, I am a reporter, I want to know about Siber, this is my document."

Lopez's face suddenly became gloomy and he replied impatiently:

"I've told the police that you should go find them!"

"Sibel was a wandering orphan who was adopted by me. That night, she accepted an invitation from a guest to spend the night at the other party's house, and died on her way back in the morning."

"Okay, please leave! Or invite the lady to dance."

While talking, Lopez waved his hand to let the two thugs beside him come over.

Klein took a step, blocked Mike Joseph and protected him to return to the hall. Seeing this, the two thugs drove him away without recklessly.

After walking a few steps, Klein lowered his voice:

"She is lying."

"Hmm?" Mike turned his head in shock.

"She is very wandering when she talks, and she dares not look directly at you, but she will look at you quietly, which means she is lying and observing your reaction. In addition, her standing posture is very defensive and seems very anxious." Klein gave the analysis calmly.

Mike opened his mouth and sighed after a few seconds:

"You are indeed a great detective. Only by having keen observation and outstanding reasoning skills can you discover these useful details."

This is just because I opened the spiritual vision and observed that Lopez's emotional color was wrong... the others are all reasons to find afterwards... Klein smiled and said:

"Thank you for your compliment, it's time for us to leave."

Mike Joseph looked back at Lopez and found that she was walking towards the side door of the hall, as if she was going to her own lounge. The side door belonged to the corner, which was very deserted nearby. There were no things happening there in many places in the hall. There were also two thugs outside.

"Maybe, we should follow Ms. Lopez and observe her reaction afterwards. Maybe the anxiety just now will make her do something..." Mike suddenly turned his head and looked at Klein and said, "Can you solve those two thugs quickly?"

"Sir, I'm only responsible for protecting you, and it's illegal." Klein responded with a smile.

"I'll add money! According to the fight, there is a total of 5 pounds! If we escape, there is a fight, it's 10 pounds!" Mike Joseph gritted his teeth and said.

"Trade!" Klein took the initiative to reach out and shook with the other party.

Then, the two of them went around in circles, avoided the two thugs before, and quietly came to the side door.

"Customers stop, please leave here." One of the thugs stepped forward and stopped Klein and Mike Joseph.

"Sorry, we'll immediately..." Klein bent down politely to apologize.

At this moment, his right fist suddenly hit the thug in front of him and slammed the thug's abdomen.

The thug instinctively covered his lower abdomen, bent his body into a bow shape, while Klein, who was standing up straight, raised his left palm and slashed the other party's head.

Bang!

The thug fell to the ground and fainted. His companion obviously did not expect such a situation to occur. He stared blankly and did not have time to respond effectively.

Klein immediately slid over, stretched out his right palm to cover his mouth, and punched his abdomen with his left fist.

Bang!

The thug suddenly bent down and spit out undigested food. Klein pulled his right hand back in time and slashed it with his palm.

At the same time, his left hand held the other party, causing the thug to fall slowly without making a ploppy sound.

After looking at each other, Klein twisted the handle, pushed open the side door, and flashed in. Mike Joseph buried his body and followed quickly.

Why are you so skillful?... You are just a reporter! Klein's heart was whispering, walking forward lightly but quickly in the floor-paved corridor.

Suddenly, they heard Lopez's voice:

"Tell Kaping, don't send someone here soon!"

Kaping? Giving someone? Klein looked at Mike beside him and found that he was also confused.

At this time, they heard the footsteps of Lopez coming to the corridor again.

"Let's go!" Klein pulled Mike, ran towards the entrance without looking back, and ran out.

During this process, he closed the side door and broke the lock, so that the people inside could not get out for a while.

Then, the two of them pretended to have nothing to do and quickly walked through the hall, approaching the exit, and left in a faint voice of anger.

When he came to the street outside, Mike breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely exclaimed:

“I’ve experienced many similar scenarios, but never once was as simple and relaxed as today.”

"Thank you, I have to go back and find out who Kaping is."

While speaking, he took out his wallet, took out a 5 pound note, and muttered:
To be continued...