After a brief exchange, the clockmaker told Klein that all the names crossed out on this piece of paper had been recovered or had been given up by their families on their own initiative, and those whose names were marked with red lines under their names were those in the family.
They are the only young people in the family. If they disappear without any reason, the remaining parents will also face the dilemma of not being able to survive in a few years.
Workers in the Eastern District are generally physically aging more seriously, and their forties and fifties are generally considered old age.
Klein's eyes passed over the red lines, and finally he glanced at Old Kohler, who was also watching very carefully, and silently lowered his head.
"Have you found any recently?"
"Have you found any clues?"
Looking at the strange look in the craftsman's eyes, Klein added another sentence.
"I'm a reporter. I'm currently doing some research on the Eastern District. I may be able to help you."
However, things developed contrary to what Klein expected. The craftsman with a red mark on his face suddenly became alert and stood up nervously.
"We have nothing for you to investigate, we are all ordinary people here."
Why did he react so strongly? Reporters had come here before to investigate these missing people and caused trouble for the people here?
But why is he investigating these missing persons?
Seeing the craftsman waving his hands, just trying to pick up something to drive him away, Klein had to defend himself:
"I'm just a young reporter, not one of those experts who can contribute to newspaper columns. Even if I complete the report, it won't necessarily be seen by a few people, and I won't cause any trouble for you."
He pointed to Kohler beside him, and then explained:
"This is the guide I just hired today. I just happened to pass by here."
"Then this is nothing you can do. What's the use of telling you?" The craftsman, who had completely cheered up, didn't listen to Klein's explanation at all, and still looked indifferent.
He already held the only wrench he had in his hand, waving it menacingly in front of his chest.
"Sir, let's go."
Seeing that Kohler beside him also began to persuade him to leave, Klein sighed, simply gave up his defense, bit his lip, and said abruptly:
"I paid you to answer my questions. If you don't want to answer, please give me back the money."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old Kohler, who was gently tugging at the corner of Klein's clothes, and the stubble-faced craftsman stopped.
Give him the money?
Are you kidding me? Half a sole can add a week's worth of food to your family!
The craftsman holding the wrench tightened his right hand again, and with his left hand, he pulled a few coins on the table that he had not yet taken back into his pocket.
"Do you think, if I go to call the police, will the police eventually put you in jail for robbery because they are afraid that I will report their inaction?" Seeing the other party's further actions, Klein did not flinch, but took a step further, speaking in a deep voice.
Sounds aggressive.
Suddenly, the craftsman who had been so energetic just now started to tremble and raised his right hand, as if he would throw the wrench into Klein's face at any moment.
Bang!
If he is taken to jail, there is no telling what will happen to his children and family... Under the threat of such a tragic prospect, the man of medium height suddenly collapsed on the chair behind him, holding in his hand
The wrench fell to the ground hard.
"You bastard..."
Seeing the other party's compromise, Klein looked at Kohler with a gloomy face and found that there was also indescribable fear on the face of this half-experienced worker, as if he was afraid that the good gentleman who treated him to dinner would suddenly turn into a foodie.
The devil of man.
"I think now you can tell me why you reacted so hard just now."
Klein's question came again, but this time the craftsman just moved his fingers symbolically and stopped struggling.
"Gangsters, these are all done by gangsters, we all know it."
Without waiting for Klein to ask questions, he spoke out the rest of the content in a cathartic manner, with a hint of sobs in his voice.
"Although it's impossible for all of them to be their fault, it's also impossible for them to tell us which people still have hope of being recovered."
The gangs he mentioned are all extreme gangs composed of people from the plateau, and are different from corporate and corporate groups such as the Whirlpool Party, which believes in order and calls itself the black police.
"Then what does this have to do with your hostility to reporters just now?" Klein quickly asked.
Hearing this, the craftsman who was sitting slumped in the chair suddenly had a trace of confusion on his face.
"Because before, because a reporter came here to ask similar questions before, the gangsters came to our place the next day, beat many people, and threatened us not to make things worse."
"They, they said there is a big shot behind them. Even if any of us raise enough money to hire a professional lawyer in the Backlund Bridge area, there is no hope." This is both an explanation and a confession, not much younger than the old Kohler.
The craftsman covered his face in pain and dug out several white marks on his pitted cheeks.
His words with a hint of crying affected Kohler, who had also experienced the pain of losing a son, and made the old worker let out a long sigh.
A gangster with a big shot behind his back?
The inspiration in Klein's mind was suddenly touched.
He felt that he was close to something, very close, and with just a little force, he could pierce the paper covering the truth.
"Do you know who the big shot is?"
Suddenly, the half-bent craftsman froze. After a long time, he raised his head, his eyes full of darkness.
"I don't know, but they are all big shots to us anyway."
Klein, whose clues were suddenly cut off, suddenly didn't know what to say, and a breath of air was blocked in his chest for no reason. The original joy of having a great revenge, having killed one of his two enemies, had almost completely disappeared now, and was replaced by
It's something heavier.
But in the end, he couldn't say anything. He just bowed, said sorry, and left with old Kohler.
The light yellow three-story building was getting farther and farther behind them. The two of them walked on the street in the East District without saying a word.
This place is very close to the edge of the East District, close to the Backlund Bridge area, almost only a hundred meters away.
Looking at Backlund's landmark building in the distance, Klein's eyes stayed on the Tower Bridge and said to himself:
"Isn't the situation like that just now common for residents of the East District?"
Knowing that this question was about him, Koller paused and felt a little entangled. It took him a few seconds to convince himself to tell the matter.
"I guess not."
He didn't see Klein's inquiring gaze. He lowered his head and smiled bitterly. His face, which had been ravaged by time and life, was full of complexity, with wrinkles piled together.
"Actually, I don't know what happened there recently, but after I moved there, I found that tragedies like this are actually more common. Many families cannot afford to buy a house and can only rent a temporary bunk. Sometimes their children
I lost it and I don’t even know who did it.”
"More often, they can't feed their children at all. When they get old or sick, they can only enter the free workhouse, and then... eat a few meals and wait to return to the goddess' kingdom.
.”
He is also a believer in the goddess of the night.
However, he actually didn't know the teachings of the Night Goddess. It was just that his father believed in the Night Goddess. Most of the factories where he worked were believers of this god, so he believed in it all his life.
Klein shook his head. His eyes were obscured by reflective lenses, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
He was silent for a while, raised his hand to the carriage on the street, and while the carriage was approaching, he finally said to Kohler:
"Thank you for your help today. You are a good guide. If there is another time, where should I go to find you?"
Hearing that there would be hope of making money like this in the future, the gloom on Kohler's face was swept away, and he pursed his lips in excitement.
"As long as you go to the dock this morning, I will wait there for work every day."
Seeing his sudden bright smile, Klein nodded and stepped onto the hired carriage that had just stopped in front of him.
"Goodbye, bye sir!"
As the carriage went further and further away, Klein saw through the reflection of the glass that Kohler, in shabby work clothes, was still standing at the edge of the East District, waving his arms vigorously to say goodbye to him.
It was like there was a thick wall separating them.
............
The sky gradually darkened, and a carriage slowly stopped at the door of Golden Rose.
The mixed-race driver opened the carriage respectfully. The owner of the carriage, who had just taken control of the carriage, took this opportunity to take advantage of this opportunity. Xia Lu, who had returned from hunting, slowly stepped out of the carriage and walked alone into the dance floor hall, which was already lit up with glow.
After a long period of devouring, the damage to his carrier has been almost recovered.
From the beginning, it was necessary to "eat" all parts of a person's body as a blood sacrifice, and now it is only necessary to destroy the opponent's body tissue and extract the spirit body, which is the best proof.
The reason why He is still staying here is entirely because after realizing the plot behind the Augustus family, he wanted to wait for the other party's recent actions and take advantage of the chaos.
It seems that seducing this brainless witch at the beginning is not a bad choice... Sensing the activities of a demigod witch nearby, Xia Lu, whose core was already filled with "uncertain fog", held her head high and ignored any man.
The invitation went straight through the hall and towards the pink box behind the double doors.
The heavy double-door golden door was easily pushed open. Xia Lu, who was about to digest the spirit body she had swallowed, suddenly stopped when she looked at the empty pink box corridor behind the door.
He sensed the imbalance of destiny!
Xia Lu, whose inspiration was touched, immediately left the place and turned around to leave.
The melodious music stopped suddenly, and everyone in the entire hall stopped dancing. One girl after another looked in the direction of Xia Lu. Their dance partners' heads were lowered, like puppets without souls.
The "spiritual plague" blessed by the power of the "Sea of Chaos"... Looking at the supernatural brilliance flashing in the eyes of different colors, the surface of the body has been submerged by the black illusory tide pouring out from the pink box behind him
Xia Lu closed her eyes.
The next moment, the building where the Golden Rose was located exploded out of thin air with a huge amount of hot air waves. The entire house collapsed in an instant, and wisps of white mist mixed with the billowing smoke and flew further away.