The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 282's

Inside the soon-to-be-abandoned medical school building, Audrey suddenly feels vacillated as she takes a detour to leave the meeting that just ended. He looked at the familiar thick gray fog and the blurry figure located in the middle high above.

"This is a clue."

Serious voice of Mr. Fool is a scene that looks like a movie scroll, which is colored!

A man who was not very muscular but was nearly two meters tall wore a black priest robe and stood in the shadows. His light yellow hair was slightly curled, and his dark brown eyes were cold with hatred. The corner of his mouth drooped slightly, making him look like a ferocious wolf.

A clue? Hints of the bombing of Dharavi East Borough Road and the sinking of Gavin? Is this the killer? Audrey stared blankly for a moment before immediately understanding.

Mr. Fool already has a clue..He really impresses—No, he's almighty. After sighing to himself, he turned to look at Fors.

As soon as Fors took off his mask and operating cap and got into the carriage, he noticed Miss Audrey's rather strange gaze. He immediately asked puzzledly, "Is there something on my face?"

"No." Audrey threw a face and sat down before removing her disguise.

Fors recalled the meeting and asked curiously, "Miss Audrey, why don't you announce that you bought the Audience formula? you can establish contact with the Psychological Alchemist in that way."

She recalled that the generous Miss Audrey had mostly remained silent and had only sold a few ingredients that contained spirituality and responded to buying other varieties as appropriate.

Audrey smiled faintly and said, "This is my first meeting in this circle.I think it is more important to observe and wait.

"I was looking forward to the potion formula and moreover, the mystical item, but I told myself that there was no need to rush. This would be a better strategy to get used to before taking action."

This is also the 'professional habit' of the Audience line. Moreover, there was no Beyonder material like the Dark Patterned Black Panther Spine Liquid or the Elf Spring Marrow Crystal that Mr. M. wanted to obtain. Audrey added in silence.

Looking at the girl who was not yet eighteen years old, Fors suddenly felt that she was more mature than before.

He suddenly laughed at himself and said, "If I were like you back then, I wouldn't have wasted such a precious opportunity."

Audrey gave a closed smile in response before saying, "i'll ask some special friends in the morning if they have any clue about the bombing of Dharavi Street. Wait for the information in the same place as Xio."

"Good." Fors nodded without hesitation.

…

Instead of returning to Minsk Street, Klein slept in a one-bedroom apartment on Black Palm Street in East Borough.

He was afraid that the black priest-robed murderous suspect had accomplices who could look for him on the street.

Although the chances of meeting him were not high, and he had disguised himself before so that there was no way he could be recognized, his predictions showed that there was a possibility. To be careful, Klein did and decided to spend the night in East Borough.

At dawn, he changed into another dark blue worker uniform, put on a light brown hat, and left the room. He went down the stairs and headed for the road.

At that moment, a white mist with a yellowish color enveloped the surroundings. There was a blurry figure of people passing by, and a cold morning air permeated their clothes.

Klein lowered his head and rushed over, just as the people around him were getting up early to work.

As he walked, he saw a man in his forties or fifties in front of him. He wore a thick jacket and had gray hair around his temples. He paced on the spot and fumbled in search of cigarettes while shivering. Finally, he took out a box of empty matchsticks in the inner pocket of his clothes.

Just as he opened the matchbox, his right hand shook, and the tangled cigarette fell to the ground and rolled in front of Klein.

Klein stopped, picked it up, and handed it to her.

"Thank you, thank you! I can't live without this old friend. There were only a few left," the man thanked him sincerely and accepted his cigarette.

His face was pale, and he didn't seem to shave long enough. Fatigue was expressed without reserve from the corner of his eyes as he lamented, "i haven't slept in one more night, I don't know how long I can last. I hope God bless me so I can get into the workhouse today."

He was a homeless man who had been expelled. Klein casually asked, "Why don't the king and ministers allow you all to sleep in the garden?"

“Who knows? But to sleep in this weather outside, you will most likely never wake up again. It is still better during the day, as you can find a warmer place. Huh, but this will make us lack energy.time or strength to find work.” The man lit a cigarette and sucked it with pleasure.

It was as if he had recovered some of his strength, and he walked beside Klein. It was uncertain whether his destination was at the end of the fog or somewhere deep within the fog.

Klein had no intention of making small talk and was about to get away from him when he saw the man, who spoke clearly, bowing and picking up a dark object from the ground.

It looked like an apple core that had been bitten to the clean.

The man gulped his saliva before stuffing the dirt-covered fruit core into his mouth. He chewed it until it was mashed before swallowing it very familiarly. There's nothing left.

Looking at Klein's shocked eyes, he wiped his mouth, shrugged, and smiled bitterly.

"I haven't eaten for almost three days."

This sentence touched Klein's heart, making him feel indescribable touch.

He quietly sighed and said with a smile, "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself right now.I'm a reporter, and I'm writing about homeless people. Can I interview you? Let's go to the cafe in front. "

The man froze for a moment before he smiled and said, "No problem, inside is much warmer than on the streets.

"If you can stay a little longer after the interview and let me sleep inside for half an hour! That'd be better."

Klein turned his head, momentarily at a loss for words. He just quietly led the "interviewees" to the budget cafe down the street.

The man scratched his throat, hiding his writhing jakun because of his scent.

Klein gestured for her to sit down and go to order two large cups of tea, a plate of lamb stewed with young peas, two slices of bread, two slices of toast, and two slices of toast, one serving of low-quality butter, and one serving of artificial cream for a total of 17.5 pence.

"Please eat. We'll have an interview after you've eaten to the full." After the food was ready, Klein brought them back to their table.

"This is for me?" the man asked with anticipation and surprise.

"Unless a piece of toast and a cup of tea, the rest is yours." Klein smiled in response.

The man wiped his eyes and said in a slightly choked voice, ". Y-you really are a kind person."

"After starving for so long, be sure not to eat too fast" Klein warned.

"I know, I have an old friend who just died." The middle-aged man worked hard to eat at a slower pace, occasionally raising his teacup and gulping it down.

Klein easily finished the toast and watched quietly, waiting for the man to finish his meal.

"Well, I haven't eaten until I'm full for three months, not— half a year. At work, the food they give is enough." After a while, the man put down his spoon, leaving an empty plate in front of him.

Pretending to be a journalist, Klein asked casually, "How did you become a vagabond?"

“It was bad luck, I was originally a worker who lived a pretty good life.I have a wife, two cute children, a boy and a girl, but a few years ago, I have a wife, infectious diseases took them away, and I also stayed in the hospital for a long time, losing my job, wealth, and family in the process. From then on, I often couldn't find a job, and I didn't have the money to rent a house or buy food. All I could do was wander the different streets and in certain parks. It makes me very weak, makes me harder to find a job.” The man spoke with a little nostalgia and sadness in numbness.

He sipped his tea, sighed, and spoke again.

"i can only wait for the opportunity to enter the work house, but as you know, each work house only accepts a limited number of people. Good luck, and if I get in line on time, I can spend a few days quietly, recover my strength a little, then find a temporary job. Yeah, temporarily. In a moment, I will be unemployed again and the previous process will repeat itself. I don't know how much longer I can last like that.

"I should be a good worker."

Klein thought for a moment and asked, "How many cigarettes are left?"

"Not much is left." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly. “This is my last asset, the only one left after I was evicted by the landlord. Heh, someone can't take her to the workhouse, but I'll hide it secretly inside the seams of my clothes. I will only take one to smoke during my worst hardship so that I can have hope.I don't know how long I can last, but let me tell you, I was a good worker at the time.

Klein is not a professional journalist and for a moment is confused as to what to ask.

He turned his head to look out the window and saw faces with hunger clearly plastered on their faces.

Some of them are relatively conscious and they belong to the inhabitants of the East Borough. Some of them looked numb and exhausted, unlike humans. They are bums.

There is no clear gap between the two, the former can easily be the latter. For example, the man in front of me. When Klein looked back, he found that the man was asleep; his body was curled up in a chair.

After a few minutes of silence, Klein went to pat the man to get up and give him a handful of copper money.

"This is the payment for the interview."

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you!" The man was unaware of what was going on, and when Klein reached the door, he raised his voice and said, "i'll go to the cheap motel and take a shower, sleep well, and then get a job. "

…

During the day, Klein attended a party at Sammers. There are ten guests.

There is apple juice with steak, grilled chicken, fried fish, sausages, cream soup, lots of delicious food, two bottles of champagne, and a bottle of red wine.

On his way back from the bathroom, he meets Mrs. Stelyn Sammer's. She thanked him sincerely, "It was a sumptuous lunch. Really fun. Thank you for your hospitality."

"The total price is 4 pounds and 8 soli. The most expensive is three bottles of wine, but they are all part of Luke's collection. He's got a liquor cabinet." The beautiful Madame Stelyn smiled in response.

Without waiting for Klein to speak, he said, "You earned ten pounds from Mary's troubles alone, and if you can maintain good fortune, you will soon be able to hold a banquet like this. For the people from our class, you should invite friends once a month and also be invited by friends."

Klein, who was used to his behavior, politely said, "Well, I have to wait until my income reaches four hundred pounds a year before I can be like you."

Stelyn immediately raised her chin slightly and tried hard to make her smile thinly.

"430 pounds, that must be 430 pounds."

…

Pier area, East Balam Pier, Workers Alliance Store.

Xio wore boots that increased his height and stuck to a thick beard, making himself look like a short man.

He tried to remember the portrait of Miss Audrey, trying to carve in his mind the image of the man who might be the killer.

If Gavin was killed by him, the killer might visit this tavern a lot. Xio ordered a glass of rye beer and a lunch set before curling up in the corner and eating slowly. From time to time, he would look around stealthily to search for his target.

After a while, the tavern door was pushed open again, and Xio reflexively looked up.

With just a single glance, his pupils shrank so thin that they resembled needles as he nearly petrified.

The incoming protector was nearly two meters tall!