Early that morning, Klein, who had spent the entire night unable to sleep after realizing during his inventory that he was still short over a hundred pounds' worth of bullets, was woken by Mr. Devil's punctual wake-up service. Only then did he discover that he had caught a cold.
After soaking in a hot bath and eating a warm meal, Klein lay in bed, wrapped in a soft, fluffy cotton quilt, and went back to sleep. Yet less than two hours later, someone rang his doorbell again.
Though ill, and though he wanted nothing more than to sleep until noon and be woken by Mr. Devil again, Klein still did not pass up this opportunity to make money. He took Reporter Mike to investigate the East Borough, where they saw the old woman who had died in silence, witnessed the police ignoring the deceased while insisting on investigating illegal firearm possession, and finally began wandering the East Borough's streets under Old Kohler's guidance.
During their investigation, they encountered an impoverished clockmaker and a sharp-tongued laundress, and saw how the East Borough resembled a massive living sacrificial ground. But as Old Kohler led them across an intersection, Mike suddenly noticed that the surroundings seemed to have changed.
Mike stared at the street before him in disbelief. They had merely crossed an intersection, yet he could clearly feel the difference.
Although this place was still just as poor, Mike still sensed something different. Compared with Mike, Klein felt the change even more deeply, because this place resembled the Iron Cross Street where he had once lived—or rather, it was closer to the better section of Iron Cross Street.
"Is this one of the better parts of the East Borough? Do the residents here earn more?" Mike looked at Old Kohler, trying to