Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Admissor didn't want to go out today no matter what.

"Fate tells me that it is not appropriate to go out today." He closed his eyes and firmly shook his head at the person outside the door. "Please let me rest for a day. I want to write a letter to Mrs. Norma."

"Okay then, you write the application and I'll forward it to Miss Maria."

Sean scratched his head of blue hair and actually pulled out a pink bow. When he thought that it was already noon and he had been hanging around with a bow on his head all morning, this 1.8 meter tall man couldn't help but The old man blushed.

While thinking that his little daughter must be using his hair to practice with the doll while he was not paying attention, he carefully smoothed out the wrinkles and put it in his pocket: "Today we are going to expand our processing plant. It's all physical work. You... Those with small arms and legs really can’t help much. There are many people and many eyes, and that guy Gavin said it’s not easy to work with living corpses during the day, so he asked me to come over, and he would bring his subordinates to help at night.”

"I've already written it." Admissor took out a note from the language textbook and handed it to Sean, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Your destiny path is really magical." The Wind Blessed One marveled, "Can you have a premonition of when I will win the lottery?"

"I'm not good enough yet." Admissor said honestly, "You don't seem to have much luck lately."

"Ha! You kid!" Admissor quickly closed the door before being frightened. Sean stood outside the door and cursed angrily and funny, then walked away muttering.

At this time, Maria was in the processing factory. Bag after bag of coarse bread was delivered from her bakery, as a lunch to reward the employees for their hard work for a month. The usual work meals are the most common ones that cannot be eaten without water. brown bread. There are several lathes and workbenches used for grinding metal in the two workshops. There is a strong smell of kerosene everywhere. In the corner are unopened boxes and parts to be processed today.

After being processed by workers, the semi-finished products are sent to other factories with long-term cooperation. The monthly orders are enough to pay employees more than half a pound a week. The men, women, and children in the factory wore burqas to isolate oil stains, took off their rough thick gloves, and wolfed down today's lunch bread with the self-service tea in the big bucket. People were walking or sitting, talking and laughing loudly, and it looked lively and full of vitality.

After eating, they will go to the two newly rented factories to clean up the debris and arrange the workshops. The entire factory will be doubled in size.

The expansion of the factory means more job opportunities, more orders and more stable wages, so everyone is smiling, looking forward to a better life in the future, and even dare to quietly imagine a weekly salary of 1 pound.

Therefore, the processing factory recruited dozens of new permanent workers, many of whom were female workers who were laid off when the textile factory introduced machinery. The machine made them uneasy, but the new job somewhat relieved the recent gloom.

Maria was sitting on a two-tiered box, eating a simple hamburger she made. She gave herself a cup of light tea with tea leaves that she was usually reluctant to drink, and tasted it carefully. Her movements were very casual and relaxed, completely unladylike.

The workers passing under the box said hello to her, and she said hello back one by one with a smile on her face. The sun was shining warmly at noon today, which made everyone feel comfortable and relaxed, and their full stomachs added a thin sense of happiness. After waiting for a few minutes, a tall blue seaweed appeared in the crowd in the distance. The seaweed gradually came closer, came to the factory, and came to Maria.

"Admissor asked for leave and won't come to help today!"

As soon as Sean came in, he said loudly and waved the leave request note in his hand: "Miss Maria, have you started working?"

"You're here, let's get started! You are our strong man!"

Sean was embarrassed: "I have never beaten you in arm wrestling..."

Maria couldn't help laughing, then stood up from the box and said loudly to all the employees in the factory: "Everyone, get ready. After a ten-minute break, we will expand the factory according to the arranged plan! Assemble the machines Technicians, as soon as you install the machine, we will start work immediately!"

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Last night, Klein had quietly sneaked into Dr. Allen's dream, saw the tower and Will Auceptin hidden in it, and also took away the paper crane left by the other party. When he listened to Dr. Allen confiding his nightmares in the club, especially when he saw that he also took out the paper crane that had been folded by the Nighthawks and was even more ugly than his own, it took a lot of effort for Klein to hold back. I feel like laughing.

After bidding farewell to the gloomy Dr. Allen, the next day, Klein accompanied Mike, a reporter from the Daily Observer, into the East District to interview the rescued girls.

In the face of the interview fee of 1 pound, no one refused, even some girls who had been tortured.

Although the police have concluded the Capin case, there are always many reporters and detectives who are quick-thinking or want to attract attention and believe that there is something hidden in it. Therefore, private interviews and tabloid rumors abound, and it is not completely impossible to mention it. In this interview, Kapin's sin is one focus, and the current situation of the girls is another focus. The former makes people angry, and the latter makes people heavy.

Daisy is actually relatively lucky. She can go to work immediately after returning home and earn food through her own labor. There are no more than one-third of the rescued people like her, and most of them are those who still have some savings at home. Their situation allows them, who have suffered physical and mental trauma, to temporarily stop being busy and patiently look for suitable jobs.

I heard that her sister Freya participated in the recruitment of Miss Maria's expansion factory, but unfortunately she was not selected.

"I thought you would get some compensation."

Mike blurted out, and after finishing speaking, he fell into deep silence first.

The other two-thirds of the rescued people had to run around to survive. With a large number of female textile workers unemployed, they often could only find some temporary low-paying jobs.

Some people can squeeze into Miss Maria's expanded processing plant, but those lucky ones who are in urgent need of help only have a total of a hundred people, which is a drop in the bucket for the unemployed people in the East District.

Those whose parents, brothers and sisters have not lost their jobs are okay and can at least help each other and barely make ends meet. Those whose family situation is not so optimistic have already secretly embarked on the path of street girls.

It seems that they have never been rescued. They sell their bodies once, maybe just for some food.

This made Mike as silent as last time. He didn't come back to his senses until he left the East District when it was dark, and thanked Klein: "Sherlock, thanks to your help, otherwise I would definitely be killed by those gangsters and gang members today. blackmail."

"Isn't this why you hired me?" Klein smiled politely without any pride.

Following previous instructions, Old Kohler and Liv's family did not disclose his free help in finding people. Daisy, in particular, was quite smart. When Mike asked them if they knew any special people, they directly answered "Mr. Reporter and Mr. Detective" ".

Mike nodded habitually and walked in silence for a while.

Before getting on the carriage, he suddenly exhaled and said: "I want to appeal in this report to the government to take out Kaping's real estate and set up a special rescue fund to use the annual income to steadily help these rescued people. Girls, help others who have been harmed by Capping and give them a chance to escape from their current predicament.”

"Although Kapin's safe has been destroyed along with the mansion, his greatest wealth lies in the real estate he purchased. These, these should be illegal gains."

After Klein listened carefully, he looked at Mike deeply and praised sincerely: "You are the best reporter I have ever seen."

He added: "In fact, donating to established foundations and charitable organizations can save a lot of time, and they are more experienced. For example, Maria from the Ernst Foundation, we have all seen that from various behaviors Look, she should be a good leader.”

Although the relationship between the Foundation and the Aurora Society is confusing, from my observation, Maria is indeed a good person and trustworthy.

"I will consider the offer."

"There are many reporters like me. But you are right. There are always some idealists in this world. Maybe we are the same as them." Mike sighed.

After saying that, he paid the 10 pounds hiring fee to Klein, took off his hat and waved it.

After watching the reporter get into the taxi, Klein prepared to take public transportation in the other direction to go home. It's getting dark and the appointed time is coming. At this time, Mike suddenly opened the car window and asked with a teasing smile: "Sherlock, I'm not the only reporter you know, right?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Guess."

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Crow Meng, who was wearing a velvet pointed hat, stood on Edward's shoulders and felt a strange tension.

In the memory of Amon's group, he had participated in various banquets, visited many nobles, and had countless dances. After all, he was one of the great nobles who supported the Tudor Empire in the Fourth Age. But Amon feels that compared to those records from the distant past, what he has to do today is more exciting and interesting, because this time he is not parasitizing anyone, not pretending to be anyone, and he is not even being himself.

He wants to be a crow that understands human nature.

"Gah."

Is this too risky? When the simple wooden door in front of him opened, revealing the smiling face of a young man with black hair, brown eyes and a beard, Amon couldn't help but hide next to Edward's temples and yelled.

"fine."

He believed that they all saw the thin gray mist that shrouded the young man, carrying the aura of a high-ranking person in the spiritual world that made Amon want to get closer but also a little scared. His sealed extraordinary characteristics and mystical connections were slightly active. Some. His hands were itchy and he was eager to steal, and he successfully stole a pound note from Klein's pocket.

Klein didn't notice.

"You brought so much?" Klein took a large paper bag from Edward and found that it was heavy and full of various packaged pastries and fruits. Klein was very surprised and a little embarrassed, "You are too polite. I thought it was just a regular meal."

"It's okay, I made all this myself, and I only spent money on raw materials."

Edward didn't take it seriously. After entering the house, he wanted to take off his coat, and then found that the fireplace was not turned on, and there were no charcoal fires placed inside. There were almost no signs of use. He remembered that it was November now, and he looked at Klein with a surprised expression, so Klein looked away.

"That's it...it seems that I should bring hot pot instead of pastries. Let's save it for next time. Russell likes it very much, and the spiciness is also very suitable for the taste of the Intis nobles, because they are all hunter."

"But at that time, spices were expensive and had to be transported from the Southern Continent together with peppers. The cost was huge, it took a long time, and the output was very small. When sold individually, the price was high, and almost all of them were reserved by nobles, so at that time It’s quite a luxury food.”

"Hot pot..." Klein clearly showed a look of reminiscing, and then put the bag on the table with regret, "But there is no electricity in this world. If you want to eat hot pot, you have to go to the cooking table to cook and eat at the same time."

Edward recalled: "No. Hot pot is very popular in Intis and is a symbol of status. Imagine that in the splendid living room, under the high dome, gold sculptures and crystal lamps, people above the Viscount The noble people gathered together to have a luxurious banquet. Along with caviar, deep-sea tuna, and the top wine from a certain adult's winery, there was a steaming hot pot, and then everyone reservedly let the servants cook all kinds of food in it. , laughing and eating at the same time, eating red pot together until tears flowed down our cheeks. This is a rare gourmet gathering once a month."

Klein thought hard and reluctantly relied on the image above the gray fog and added 100 million decoration points to create a magnificent palace. The noble people copied and pasted Miss Justice instead.

Then he discovered that the first thought that came to his mind was not "extravagance and waste", but "I can't even afford hot pot"...

The huge gap made Klein frown and bewildered for a while, then he smiled and didn't take it to heart. It was almost time for lunch, and the two of them took out various foods from the bags. The delicious pastries and foods were all packed in boxes similar to metal lunch boxes, which magically had the effect of heat preservation and sealing. When Klein opened a box at random, Every now and then, you can smell the warm aroma coming to your face, reminding him of memories of sesame cakes, fried dough sticks and various morning teas, making people want to eat.

After sitting down, Edward opened the pastry puff pastry, opened the preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and drank it slowly and elegantly. Klein, who was about to devour it, couldn't help but put up the air.

But after he straightened his back and ate for a while, he revealed his true colors and started a happy dinner with shrimp dumplings in his left hand, seafood porridge in his right hand, sweet cookies in his mouth, and his eyes looking at the rice rolls in the distance.

The two abandoned the tradition of "eating without speaking and sleeping without speaking" and chatted while eating, ranging from life in the old days to recent daily life.

Edward didn't pay too much attention to Klein. This appropriate sense of distance also made Klein feel more comfortable. Edward was very good at interpersonal communication. Otherwise, even if they are the only fellow countrymen, they will soon have nothing to say if they see each other every day, not to mention that they are completely different in every aspect. Klein was not worried about any trouble he would cause to the other party. Instead, he was occasionally worried about whether he might be influenced by some of the occult influences of the Demon Angel, especially during the time when he was investigating the Demon Dog.

Edward watched as he unknowingly revealed a lot of information during the exchange - which may not be that important to him - such as the tower appearing in the dream of the man named Allen, and the silver-white red eyes before. The giant snake and the child named Will Asceptin were holding a Wheel of Fortune in their hands, and these things had been reported to the Church of the Night, so Klein regarded it as a special experience.

He is not stingy with knowledge: "You are right. Will is the name of the speaker of the "School of Life". He is a Sequence 1 mercury snake, one rank higher than me. It is best not to be related. s Choice. "

"And the devil dog..."

"The people behind it are definitely still lurking."

He loved eating these old foods. Amon secretly observed how many people this human being related to Origin Castle came to eat. There are several pastries he likes on the small plate in front of him, and he steals something he wants to eat from time to time.

There is also a desire to communicate. Amon thought.

It is also related to Origin Castle. He lowered his head and took two mouthfuls of the rice dumplings. He felt it was a bit too sweet and quickly took a sip of water.

"By the way, recently..." Klein's trip in the past two days has been inseparable from the East Area, and there are also large or small rumors about the East Area circulating in newspapers and extraordinary circles. When Klein thought about Capin, he was still a little curious about what happened, but then he felt that the other party might not care about this aspect, so the words turned into another sentence,

"Do you know anything about the Ernst Foundation?"

TBC

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Thanks to everyone's efforts, I got stuck, haha ​​(.

I took the time to read the book review website, and I was prepared for the polarization of reviews on this article, but some of the reviews were really mysterious.

Let me share one that I find most shocking:

"The author designed a hook that is stronger than the original one."