On Sunday morning, Klein had just finished breakfast when he heard the expected doorbell ring.
To his surprise, not only reporter Mike Joseph, but also Doctor. Allen were present.
" Sherlock, I had that nightmare again last night, and I don't think this is normal," Allen said as soon as he entered the living room, without trying to hide it from Mike.
Before Klein could answer, he took out his wallet and pulled out a paper crane:
Do you think it might be a problem with it?
"Ever since I found it and carried it with me, I've been having nightmares."
Klein glanced at it casually, then his expression suddenly froze. If he hadn't once played the " Clown " and had such strong control over his facial muscles, he might have even managed an undisguised smile in front of the reporters and Doctor. Yes, a smile.
This, this origami crane is even uglier than mine... This was the thought that flashed through Klein in an instant.
At this moment, he had a strong urge to cover his face and sigh:
Is this a tradition passed down among those on Nighthawks, where manual labor is considered inferior?
Without a doubt, the origami crane in front of him was the result of another switch. After receiving accurate information from Klein, the Nighthawks seemed to act without delay, sneaking into Doctor. Allen's bedroom that very night and swapping the origami crane in his wallet with one they had folded themselves.
But what they didn't expect was that the one in the wallet was also fake, folded by Klein on the Gray Fog, and was quite crude.
There was something strangely comical about it... Klein glanced at the oblivious Doctor. Allen, cleared his throat, and said:
"Perhaps that's the case. I suggest you go to the church again and talk to the bishop from before. We must believe that the God we believe in is always watching over us."
As he spoke, he drew a triangular holy symbol on his chest.
After the " Nightmare " left last night, Klein went to the Gray Fog to divine whether it would be dangerous to exchange the Divination cranes for the new ones. He received a very safe revelation, so he can now make this suggestion with great interest, trying to play a trick on his former colleagues.
Seeing his poorly folded origami cranes back in his hands, he wondered what their feelings would be... Klein earnestly comforted Doctor. Allen as he left, then turned to the reporter and smiled:
" Mike, what I really want to suggest to Allen is that he see Psychiatrist, but faith can definitely Placate his soul as well."
"You're not being honest at all," Mike chuckled. "Alright, we should get going."
The following day, Klein accompanied the Daily Observer reporter into the East Borough to interview the rescued girls.
Faced with a hefty £1 interview fee, no one refused, not even some of the girls who had suffered abuse.
In this interview, Capim's crimes were one focus, and the current situation of those girls was another; the former evoked anger, and the latter weighed heavily on the mind.
Daisy was actually quite lucky. She was able to start working immediately after returning home and earn food through her own labor. Less than a third of the rescued people were like her, and most of them had some savings. Their situation allowed them to temporarily avoid being busy despite their physical and mental trauma, and they could patiently look for suitable work.
The other two-thirds of those rescued had to struggle to survive. With many textile workers unemployed, they could only find temporary jobs with very low pay. Those whose parents, siblings, or other family members were still employed were better off, as they could at least help each other and barely make ends meet. Those whose family circumstances were not so optimistic had openly or secretly turned to prostitution. It seemed that they had never been rescued. They sold their bodies once, perhaps only for some food.
This made Mike fall silent, just like last time, until he left the East Borough at dusk. Only then did he come to his senses and thank Klein.
" Sherlock, thanks to your help, otherwise I would definitely have been extorted by those thugs and gangsters today."
"Isn't this exactly why you hired me?" Klein smiled politely, without a hint of smugness.
Having received his previous instructions, Old Kohler and Liv's family did not reveal that he was helping to find the person for free. Daisy, in particular, was quite clever; when Mike asked them if they knew any unusual people, she simply replied, "A reporter and a Detective."
Mike nodded habitually, then walked away in silence for a long while.
Just before boarding the carriage, he suddenly exhaled and said:
"In this report, I would like to appeal to the government to use the properties in Capim to establish a relief fund, using the annual income to steadily help these rescued girls and others who have been harmed by Capim, giving them the opportunity to escape their current predicament."
"Although Capim's safe has been looted by that chivalrous thief, his greatest wealth lies in the real estate he has purchased, and these, these should all be illegal gains."
Klein listened attentively, gave Mike a deep look, and sincerely praised him:
"You are the best journalist I have ever met."
"There are quite a few journalists like me; there will always be some idealists in this world," Mike remarked.
After saying this, he paid Klein the £10 hiring fee and waved his hat.
After watching the reporter board the horse-drawn carriage, Klein prepared to head in another direction to catch public transportation. Just then, Mike suddenly rolled down the window and asked with a teasing smile:
" Sherlock, you don't know just one reporter, do you?"
Klein paused for a moment, then chuckled:
"You guess."
City of Silver.
Derrick Berg was like a wild beast trapped indoors, pacing back and forth in the room with slight anxiety.
He felt that the "Chief" did not take his reports seriously enough, and worried that the exploration team members, who were under the influence of the " Fallen Creator," would cause devastating damage to the city that had been shrouded in darkness for 2,582 years after they were released from quarantine.
In this situation, he desperately wanted advice, specifically from Mr. " The Hanged Man " and Ms. " Justice," who were quite knowledgeable about the " Fallen Creator."
This was the Tarot Gathering he was most looking forward to.
Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. If Mr. The Fool still doesn't summon us, I'll just pray to Him directly... Derrick tried to calm himself down, but his circling steps didn't slow down at all.
Suddenly, he saw the boundless Gray Fog and heard that savior-like voice:
"Preparing for the party."
Derrick breathed a sigh of relief, then cautiously sat on the edge of the bed, lay down, and pretended to be preparing to sleep for a while because he was tired.
After silently counting his slightly rapid one thousand heartbeats, he waited a while before being swallowed by the illusory Red Light.
At this moment, Derrick's room was unusually quiet, and lightning flashed across the sky outside the window one after another, keeping the darkness away from the earth.
Suddenly, in the corner of his bedside, a black creature wriggled and stretched out, transforming into a human shape!
The dark figure swiftly climbed higher, silently looking down at Derrick.
He observed carefully for several seconds, then withdrew without gaining anything.
In the corner, the shadow remained unchanged, as always.
The endless Gray Fog continued to blanket his feet, and the bronze table before him, though weathered and greenish-brown, did not appear decayed. The first thing " The Sun " Derrick saw were Miss " Justice " and Miss " Magician " sitting opposite him, and the familiar, cheerful greeting reached his ears:
Good afternoon, Mr. The Fool.
"Good afternoon..."
Klein, shrouded in Gray Fog, nodded slightly, seemingly responding leisurely to the greetings from " Justice " and the other members, but in reality, he was busy Manipulation the "world" to make him appear like a real person.
After accompanying reporter Mike on an interview yesterday, it was already dinner time. Klein found a Feynapotter- style restaurant outside and, feeling so spicy, ordered a Desert Beer.
After eating and drinking his fill and returning home, he didn't go out again for the rest of the time. He either studied " The Book of Secrets " or prepared his own food, which greatly relieved the heavy emotions that always arose when he went to the East Borough.
Before he knew it, afternoon had arrived, and his attention had shifted to the Tarot Gathering.
After exchanging greetings, " Justice " Audrey suppressed her curiosity and excitement, and didn't rush to ask about the truth behind the Capim incident.
Mr. The Fool may not answer, but how will I know if he wants to answer if I don't ask? Hmm, I hope he makes an equivalent request, and I'll try my best to fulfill it... Audrey looked around, observing the state of the other members.
As a " Mind Reader," she quickly noticed something unusual:
"Hmm, the ' The Sun ' seems anxious. Has something gone wrong with the former exploration team leader? Did he run into Amon?"
Furthermore, Fors is in a state of wanting to ask but not daring to... She must have seen the newspaper and guessed from the tarot cards that Capim's death was something our Tarot Club do, but she's puzzled about who the "Emperor" card represents... She seems to have even more awe for Mr. " The Fool," what happened to her?
Mr. The Hanged Man was in a good mood; he had finished digesting his Potion... He seemed to be anticipating something...
Mr. World still has that gloomy and reserved demeanor; it's hard to read his thoughts. He's truly the nemesis of the " Spectator " approach...
" The Sun " Derrick did not hide his anxiety, but did not directly consult the members of the Tarot Club.
He knew very well that this opening period belonged to Mr. The Fool, unless there was no Roselle's diary.
There's no need to rush, the gathering has already started... If Mr. The Fool is in a good mood, he might answer some questions... Derrick comforted himself with this thought.
Alger, the " The Hanged Man," turned his head to look at the person above him and humbly began to speak:
"Dear ' The Fool,' I have acquired three new pages of Roselle's Diary."
"A diary? Roselle's Diary?" Fors the Magician immediately perked up his ears.
Klein smiled and replied:
What do you want to exchange them for?
Glancing at the card covered by " The Fool's " hand, " The Hanged Man " Alger suppressed his fervent desire and said:
"I'd like to know what the card next to you is."
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