Dead.
Klein "awoke" from the dream and let out a dejected sigh. The vagrant who had struggled so hard to survive had indeed failed to escape disaster.
Although he had been prepared for it, Klein still could not remain unmoved when he divined the death of someone he knew.
He sighed silently. After hesitating for a moment, he wrote down another divination statement: the condition of Ms. Liv's family.
He entered the dream once more.
A moment later, Klein saw a damp, freezing apartment. Doctors and nurses in white coats and large masks entered it, carrying out corpse after corpse.
Just as Klein thought he would see Liv's family among those bodies, he saw the police stopping a woman and two girls at the cordon.
"Leave this place. Don't go in. Do you want to catch the plague?"
The woman craned her neck and said, "But our belongings and money are still at home. Without them, we can't go anywhere."
A priest in a black clerical robe walked over and said to the woman, "You can go to the church. It is taking in refugees now, and the Church will help you through this difficult time."
Only then did the woman leave with the two girls.
That woman was Liv, the laundress, and the two girls were her daughters, Freja and Daisy.
Klein woke up and lightly clenched his fist. "That's great. They're still alive. They're still alive."
"Though things will be difficult from here on, as long as they're alive, there's still hope."
The evening of Sunday, December 26.
Sifa put down a newspaper carrying reports about the Great Smog Incident from two days earlier.
"According to preliminary statistics, more than 3,100 people died directly in the Great Smog, while the ensuing plague claimed another 6,200 lives. Most were