Lord of the Mysteries

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Old Kohler seems to be a little afraid of the other's embarrassment, and unconsciously stepped back:

"Liv, this is a detective, he thought, he wants to help you find something."

Livdo’s face with wrinkles and peeling marks turned to Klein and said indifferently:

"We have already called the police."

She may be only in her thirties, but her appearance looks close to fifty.

Klein looked around the room with a lot of wet clothes, and vaguely remembered that when she came last time, there was a 13-year-old girl who carefully took the rough and irony homemade iron and treated it to wrinkle after drying. Her clothes have many marks of burns on her hands.

She is the "missing" thing... Klein looked back at the pulping lady Liv, and said with a feelingless tone:

"Do you believe that the police in the Eastern District will really look for Daisy?

"Those who are sure to cause Daisy's 'lost' incident will not look at your home?

"Do you want to lose another one after losing one daughter?"

The cruel but heartfelt words were introduced into the ear of the pulping lady Liv, the expression of her indifference on her face was a little disintegrated, her mouth was open, but nothing could be said, and her eyes gradually turned red.

She slammed her head and said in pain and despair:

"I have no money……"

The room was quiet and quiet, and even the sobbing girl did not say anything again.

Klein licked his mouth and uttered his breath silently:

"I occasionally go to volunteers and help others purely. Oh, I haven't done it for a long time. Please give me a chance."

"Volunteer?" Li Fu raised his head and chewed the word.

Klein nodded slightly:

"This commission is free, no, it is not completely free, and good behavior will bring me great satisfaction.

"In any case, you have no other way, why not try it?"

Liv silent for a moment, lifted the palm of his hand that wrinkled and swollen for a long time, wiped his eyes, and said:

"Mr. Detective, you, you are a kind and kind gentleman..."

Her voice suddenly choked:

"...This is the case. At noon the day before yesterday, Frya led Daisy and sent back a batch of washed clothes. Just outside the Eastern District, they had to go to several streets.

"In order to get back to lunch, Frya chose a secluded alley, but she was just a one who didn't pay attention, and found that the thing behind it was gone.

"She returned to the original search, never found, and Daisy has never returned.

"Freia, where was it at the time?"

The girl named Freya has stood up and her eyes are red and swollen.

She cried and said:

"Just in the broken axe lane, Mr. Detective, what would be all right?"

"Should," Klein replied with no expression.

He looked around and asked, and asked:

"Is there something that Daisy often carries? I can borrow a police dog. It has a good sense of smell and can find each other along the way."

"...no." Li Fu, a woman who washed the pulp, thought about it and said sadly.

The girl, Freya, shed her tears again and felt that things seemed to be in a desperate situation.

Suddenly, she blinked and said:

"Yes, there is one.

"Western word book!"

"Word Book?" Old Kohler asked aside.

Liffe sucked her nose:

"I have a free school that lets Frya and Daisy go to the night, I can always wash the laundry, they, they can't always do this."

This wife is really a good mother... Kline couldn’t help but feel a word.

The free school is a night school established by three churches or some charitable organizations. It is taught from 8:00 to 10:00 pm. There is no charge at all, and even writing instruments and certain papers are provided free of charge. It is an education for illiteracy. More religious knowledge is involved. Old Neil once worked as a teacher for a few years in the night school of the goddess of the night, and Klein listened to him.

——Because there are very few people who volunteer to be free school teachers, there is a unique teaching mode, that is, the teacher arrives in advance, first convene several students with the best progress, and instill the content to be told today. They, then they are responsible for the teaching of different classes, the teacher will patrol back and forth, correcting and correcting mistakes, which is called "guided system."

Corresponding to free schools, there are also free organizations such as skilled workers’ workshops, which are accessible to the real poor and can get rid of a few channels of their own class.

It is a pity that similar organizations are too few, and it is difficult to play a substantial role.

At this time, Fryia sobbed and added:

“Yuxi likes to learn. She has been identified by the teacher as the guide of her class. She will put together the papers that have copied the words, hold them to sleep with them every day, and then get up early and go out to the street. She has been reminiscing about the light of the morning, she has been very sorry, sorry that there are no street lights nearby..."

During the conversation, Frya rushed back to the bed and took a stack of crumpled paper from the broken pillow.

Because of the long-term wet environment, the words copied on it have been somewhat dizzy.

The edges of the paper are more worn and seem to have been turned over and over for a long time.

"Mr. Detective, it, is it okay?" Frya would have not bound the so-called vocabulary book, handed it to Klein with both hands, and then asked with a sigh.

"Yes," Klein replied very succinctly.

He is not comforting Frya. Although the similar items are not carried with them, they are accompanied by the long-term goals and project the strong beliefs of the other party. They are excellent materials for searching people with the stick.

He flipped the word book by hand:

"Then I will start to act. The sooner I find the West, the better."

Liv and Frya couldn't find the extra words to describe their feelings. They could only watch Klein and the old Kohler leave, and repeatedly said "thank you", "Thank you, Mr. Detective", "Thank you. You, kind gentleman."

Out of the apartment, Klein turned to the old Kohler side:

"You have recently paid attention to the unemployed textile women workers, especially those who have not found a new job and have not become a street girl. The key points are not to know where to go...

"You pay attention to safety yourself, ask less and listen more. If you do well, there will be bonuses."

"Good!" Old Kohler focused on the first.

He did not immediately leave his words, hesitated, and asked in a tone of expectation:

"Mr. Detective, you can definitely find Daisy, right?"

"I can only say that I try my best." Klein did not guarantee.

Old Kohler sighed and smiled bitterly:

"I lost my child, so I don't want to see this kind of thing..."

He waved his hand and went to the other street.

Klein left the house unhurriedly and slowly. On the way, he wrapped the cane head of the cane with Daisy's "word book" and completed a "crowding person" without any attention.

As a result, it was in the northwest direction... It was temporarily impossible to confirm whether it was disturbed or misleading... He looked down at the direction in which the cane was about to fall, and reached out to hold it.

According to the revelation, Klein went out of the Eastern District and hired a rental carriage.

After half an hour, the horse-drawn carriage, which was adjusted in the direction, stopped at Ayers Street near the West End in Jowood, and was parked in front of a house with vast lawns, wide gardens, small fountain squares and marble statues.

At this point, Klein's cane has fallen down in the compartment, pointing straight to it!

Through the window, Klein saw guards in the gates of the iron fence and a dog that spit out his tongue.

The alert there is quite strict.

More importantly, even if he is not using divination, he can find out that there is no danger in it!

What is this place? How can the disappearance of Daisy involve this dangerous place? Klein meditated for a few seconds and told the driver to move on.

The coachman responded with a slight surprise:

"Sir, are you coming to visit Mr. Kapyeong?"

Kaping? Klein thinks the name is very familiar.

He smiled and asked:

"Why do you think so?"

“There are people who come out from the Eastern District and take my carriage here. Oh, this is the home of Mr. Ka Ping, the richest man.” The coach replied casually.

Eastern District...Kaping...Rich!...Klein suddenly remembered who Karpin was:

In many rumors, he is the leader of a **** criminal group, and is associated with many disappearances of naive girls!

In reality, he is the rich man who knows many big people.

Klein did not say more, leaning back against the wall, half closed his eyes.

The carriage slowly moved forward, and the luxurious villa swept back and disappeared into the glass window.

............

Inside a small cubicle of a cafe.

Fols already knows that the opposite old man is Lawrence Nord, who is a public school teacher from Constance City in the Middle of the Sea.

He did not know that Mrs. Anlisa’s husband had died, and she did not know that Mrs. Anlisa had inherited the inheritance and became an extraordinary person. She even thought that Mrs. Anlisa would leave the relics to me... would he be an extraordinary person? Does he have the ability to divination? Fols took a drink of Fermer Coffee and organized the language:

“I used to be a doctor at the nearby Yusuf clinic, and Mrs. Anlisa often came to see her. At that time, her husband, Mr. Lauboro, passed away...

"...I occasionally talk to her and help her do something like...

“So, she finally made a will, gave me deposits and cash, and donated jewelry, books and furniture to charity, which was supervised by her designated law firm.”

What Foers said is the truth, but not all the truth.

Lawrence pinched his forehead:

"It's a pity, I can't understand why Anlisa didn't contact me in those years."

"She did not mention your name, vaguely dissatisfied with Mr. Lauboro's relatives." Fols answered calmly.

Lawrence silently said:

"Thank you for your story, which made me understand something.

"Right, where is Lauboro and Anlisa buried?"

"Green Graveyard." Fols took a look at the pocket watch from the bag. "Mr. Lawrence, I still have things, I should leave."

Lawrence did not stop, got up and sent away.

After sitting down again, he picked up his temples in distress and said to himself silently:

"Lauboro passed away, and he didn't leave a child, and he didn't know where his extraordinary characteristics were taken by Anlisa... Richard died in the hands of the Aurora... Sam didn't want to contact us at all. , do not want to bear the responsibility of the surname...

“Does the Abraham family really die like this?”