In the abandoned medical school teaching building, the party had ended. Audrey, who was leaving in circles, suddenly became in a daze and saw the familiar rich gray fog and the blurred figure standing tall in the middle of the gray fog.

“This is a clue.”

Accompanied by Mr. "The Fool"'s low voice is a photo-like scene, and it is also a colorful photo!

A man in a black priest suit was nearly two meters tall, standing in the shadow, his yellow hair was soft and curly, his dark brown eyes were filled with evil in his coldness, his mouth was slightly drooping, and he was withdrawn like a wolf.

Clues? Clues of the explosion on the Dharavi Street in the East District and the drowning incident of Gavin? This is the murderer? Audrey was stunned and immediately realized something.

Mr. "Follower" has a clue... He is so powerful, no, omnipotent... After sighing secretly, she turned her head and looked at Fors beside her.

As soon as Fors took off his mask, took off his surgical cap, and sat in the carriage, he noticed Miss Audrey's slightly strange gaze, and immediately asked in confusion:

"Is there anything on my face?"

"No." Audrey withdrew her gaze and sat down, removing her disguise.

Forsi recalled the previous party and asked curiously:

"Miss Audrey, why didn't you ask for a 'Audience' recipe? That way you can connect with the Psychological Alchemy."

She remembered that the generous Miss Audrey kept silent almost the whole time, listening most of the time, selling only some spiritual materials, and purchasing another variety accordingly.

Audrey smiled and said:

“This is my first party in this circle and I think observing and waiting are more important.”

"I'm looking forward to the recipe of the potion and even more magical items, but I told myself that there is no need to be so urgent. It's better to be familiar with it first and then act."

This is also the "professional habit" of the "audience" path, and there are no extraordinary materials that Mr. "World" wants, such as evil-patterned black panther spinal fluid, Elf Spring medullary crystals... Audrey added silently.

Forsi looked at the girl who was under eighteen years old and suddenly felt that the other person was more mature than ever before.

She suddenly laughed at herself:

"If I had been like you in the first place, I wouldn't have wasted valuable opportunities."

Audrey smiled reservedly, responded, and said:

"I'll go to ask some special friends tomorrow morning to see if they have clues about the Dharavi Street bombing, and you and Hug are waiting for news in the old place."

"Okay." Fors nodded without doubt.

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Klein did not return to Minsk Street at night and slept directly in a one-bedroom apartment on Black Palm Street in the East District.

He was afraid that the man who was suspected to be wearing a black priest suit and accomplices were looking for him on the streets.

Although the probability of encountering him was not high, and he had made a disguise before, most of the other party could not recognize him, but since the divination result indicated that there was a certain possibility, Klein was cautious and slept in the East District all night.

As soon as it was dawn, he changed into another dark blue worker uniform, put on a light brown baseball cap, left the room, walked down the stairs, and entered the street.

At this time, a pale white and yellow mist filled the surroundings, and the figures coming and going were blurred, and the coldness of the morning soaked in the clothes.

Klein buried his head and rushed to the road, exactly the same as the pedestrians around him who were getting up early to work.

While walking, he saw a middle-aged and elderly man in his forties or fifties, gray-haired temples and wearing thick jackets tremblingly, and tremblingly took out a cigarette and a box of empty matches from his inner pocket of his clothes.

As soon as he opened the matchbox, his right hand suddenly shook, and the wrinkled cigarette fell to the ground and rolled in front of Klein.

Klein stopped his steps, picked it up and handed it to the other party.

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

His face was pale and his beard seemed to have not been shaved for a long time. His tiredness appeared unreservedly from the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and he added:

"I haven't gone to bed yet another night. I don't know how many days I can hold on. I hope the Lord bless me so that I can enter the workhouse today."

This is the driven homeless man... Klein asked casually:

"Why don't the king and ministers allow you to sleep in the park?"

"Who knows? But in such weather, when sleeping outside, you may never wake up again. It's better to find a warmer place. Oh, so you won't have time or energy to find a job." The middle-aged and elderly man lit a cigarette and took a beautiful breath.

His energy seemed to have recovered a little, and he walked side by side with Klein, walking towards a place where he didn't know whether it was the end of the fog or the depths of the fog.

Klein had no idea of ​​greetings and planned to speed up getting rid of him, but at this moment, he suddenly saw the middle-aged and elderly man who was speaking clearly bent down and picked up something black from the ground.

This seems to be a clean apple core.

The middle-aged and elderly man swallowed his saliva, stuffed the dirty fruit core wrapped in his hands into his mouth, bit it so hard that it was spitting, and then ate it all skillfully without any residue.

Looking at Klein's surprised gaze, he wiped his mouth, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled bitterly:

"I haven't eaten for almost three days."

This sentence suddenly hit Klein's heart and made him feel indescribable.

He sighed silently and smiled:

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself just now. I am a reporter and am doing reports about homeless people. Can I interview you? Let's go to the cafe in front."

The middle-aged and elderly man was stunned for a moment, then smiled:

"No problem, it's much warmer inside than on the street."

"If you can stay for a while after the interview, so that I can sleep in it for half an hour, no, a quarter of an hour, that would be even better."

Klein opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer, so he simply led the "interview subject" into the cheap cafe at the intersection of the street in silence.

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.

The middle-aged and elderly man grabbed his throat and covered his Adam's apple that was squirming because of the fragrance.

Klein signaled him to sit down, and came to the place where he ordered, 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.

"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 wiped his eyes and said with a choking feeling:

"...you, you are such a kind person."

"Don't eat too fast when you're hungry for a long time," Klein reminded.

"I know, I have an old guy who died like this." The middle-aged and elderly man tried to slow down and ate, picked up the tea from time to time, and took a big gulp.

Klein simply settled the toast and watched quietly, waiting for the other party to finish eating.

"Huh, I've been three months, no, I haven't eaten so much in half a year. In the workhouse, there's just enough food." After a while, the middle-aged and elderly man put down his spoon, and there was an empty plate in front of him.

Klein pretended to be a reporter and asked casually:

"How did you become a homeless person?"

"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 them away. I also lived in the hospital for a long time. I lost my job, lost my wealth, and lost my family. From then on, I often couldn't find a job, had no money to rent a house, had no money to eat, and could only wander in different streets and certain parks. This made me very weak and made it even harder to find a job..." The middle-aged and elderly man said numbly with a little aftertaste and sadness.

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

"I can only wait for the opportunity to enter the workhouse, but you know, each workhouse has a limit on the number. If you are lucky and queue up in time, I can spend a few days, recover a little bit of energy, and then find a temporary job. Well, temporary, soon, I will lose my job again, repeat the previous process again, I don't know how long I can hold on like this."

"I should have been a good worker."

Klein thought for a while and said, "How many cigarettes do you have?"

"There are not a few more." The middle-aged and elderly man smiled bitterly, "This is my last property. The only thing left when I was driven out by the landlord. Oh, I can't take them in the workhouse. I will hide them secretly in the gaps in my clothes. Only in the most difficult time will I take them out and suck one, so that I can have hope. I don't know how long I can last. Let me tell you, I was a good worker at the beginning."

Klein is not a professional journalist, so he didn't know what to ask.

He turned his head and looked out the window and saw faces with obvious hungry colors.

Some are quite sober, these are residents of the East District, while others are so numb and tired that they are not like humans, and these are homeless people.

There is no obvious gap between the two, and the former can easily become the latter, such as the gentleman in front of me... Klein turned around and found that the middle-aged and elderly man was asleep, curled up in a chair and fell asleep.

After a few minutes of silence, Klein went over and woke him up and gave him a handful of copper pennies:

“This is the interview fee.”

"Okay, OK, thank you, thank you!" The middle-aged and elderly man didn't come back to his senses. When Klein walked to the door, he raised his voice and said, "I will go to a cheap hotel to take a shower, have a good sleep, and then find a job."

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At noon, Klein attended a banquet at Summer's house, with a total of ten guests.

There is apple juice with steak, grilled chicken, fried fish, sausage, creamy soup, many delicacies and two bottles of champagne and a bottle of red wine.

On his way back to the bathroom, he met Mrs. Starling Summer, and thanked him sincerely:

“A great lunch, thank you for your hospitality.”

"It cost 4 pounds and 8 sul, and the most expensive ones are those three bottles of wine, but these are all Luke's collections, and he has a wine cabinet." Mrs. Starling, who has a pretty face, responded with a smile.

Before Crane could speak, she turned to her, "You earned 10 pounds for Mary alone. If you can maintain such good luck, you can hold a similar banquet soon. For people of our class, you have to invite friends once a month and be invited by friends."

Klein has long been accustomed to the other party's style and politely complimented:

"Well, but I have to wait until my annual income is stable at 400 pounds to be like you."

Starling immediately raised her chin slightly, trying to make her smile seem light:

“430 pounds, there must be 430 pounds.”

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Pier area, East Bailang Dock, Workers Union Tavern.

Hugh wore many boots raised and put them on his thick beard, making himself look like a short man.

She recalled the portrait she saw from Miss Audrey and tried to imprint the appearance of the man who was suspected of being the murderer in her mind.

If Gavin was also killed by him, he would probably be in this tavern often... I stopped asking for a glass of rye beer and a lunch, hugged in the corner, ate slowly, and looked around from time to time to find a target.

After a while, the door of the tavern was pushed open again and looked over reflexively.

At this glance, her pupils shrank like needle tips, and her whole person almost turned into a stone statue.
Chapter completed!