The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 353's

Finally, the old man, with gray hair at his temple, took a sip of tea and sighed with a smile.

"Actually, this is already much better than my previous situation, and it's much better than many people here. Like …"

He pointed out the window to the vagrant who was curled up in the corner.

Klein and Mike turned their heads and saw a group of huddled tramps lying on the ground in a filthy place that provided protection from the wind. They are of all genders and ages.

It was possible for them to never wake up again in the late autumn cold.

It was then that Klein saw an old woman in her sixties standing by the roadside. Her dress was old and worn, but she was relatively neat, and her hair was trimmed neatly.

The white-haired old lady usually looked tired like a bum, but she still persisted to not cram in with her group. Instead, he slowly walked by the roadside, occasionally staring at the coffee shop stiffly.

"He's a pathetic person too." The former bum who ate the rest of the black bread also noticed the old woman and sighed, "He is said to have lived a pretty good life in the past. Her husband was a grain merchant and had a very excited son, but unfortunately, she went bankrupt and her husband and son died shortly afterwards. She's different from us, really, and you can catch a glimpse..Huh, she won't be able to last much longer, unless she's lucky to be accepted into the workhouse every time."

As he listened, Mike's expression changed from silent to grim. He slowly sighed and said, "i want to interview him. Can you invite him for me? He can eat and drink whatever he wants here."

The man was not surprised by this request. He simply looked at Klein and Mike separately, as if to say: "You two are indeed co-workers."

"Yes, I'm sure he'll like it." He drank his tea, got up, and walked out of the greasy coffee shop.

Not long after, the old lady in an old but neat dress followed suit. Her pale face was slightly brighter thanks to the warmth of the coffee shop.

He continued to tremble, as if wanting to release the coldness in his body, bit by bit, and absorb the relatively high temperature inside the coffee shop. Even after he sat on the chair, it still took him a full minute before he could actually warm up.

"you can order whatever you want. It's a gift to receive this interview," Klein spoke on behalf of Mike.

After Mike nodded, the old woman politely ordered toast, low-quality cream, and coffee. Then he smiled and said, "I heard someone can't eat greasy food after a long time of not eating."

Very polite, very self-restraint, not at all like a bum.

Before the food arrived, Mike asked casually, "Can you talk about how you became a bum?"

The old woman showed a memorable expression and said with a bitter smile, "My husband is a grain merchant who mainly buys all kinds of grains from domestic farmers, he said, but we have quickly gone bankrupt since the Grain Act was repealed.

"He's not too young to start. After suffering that setback, his body quickly collapsed. Not long after, he died.

"My son, a bright young man, had learned the basics of doing business from his father. He could not bear the blow, and he ended up jumping into the Tussock River on a moonless night.

"His first "suicide was unsuccessful. He was sent to a court judge, and the police and the judge were very impatient, feeling that he was wasting time.

“If you want to kill yourself, please do it calmly and successfully. Don't bother us. Yes, that's probably what they want to say, but they take it too directly.

"My son was thrown in jail. Not long after, he committed suicide a second time and succeeded."

The old woman spoke very calmly, as if it was not something that happened to her.

But for some reason, Klein felt a deep sadness.

There was nothing more regrettable than a dead heart.He suddenly recalled a saying he had heard in a previous life.

In this world, suicide is not only forbidden by the Church, but it is also a punishable crime.

As for the reason, Klein knew very well the reason. First of all, many suicides are committed by jumping into a river, and without being known in time, there is a chance that they may turn into water ghosts. Second, suicidal people often have very abnormal emotions. Thus, under such circumstances, ending their lives was equivalent to a sacrificial offering that could resonate with certain strange and frightening existences.

Thus, their corpses and certain objects that were around them after their deaths would carry a strange curse that harmed others.

This was probably where the Puppet Cloth of Misfortune behind the Chanis Gate of Tingen City came from.

Therefore, the seven Orthodox Churches prohibit their believers from committing suicide through their own doctrine, and the royal family also promotes appropriate legislation.

Of course, this seemed ridiculous to Klein. How can a suicide bomber fear punishment by law?

While Mike noted, he would say something when the coffee shop owner brought him his food.

"Fill your stomach first, we'll talk later." Mike pointed to the toast.

"Good." The old woman ate the food in a small bite, looking very cultured.

Not ordering much, he quickly finished his meal.

After reluctantly drinking the last sip of coffee, he rubbed his temples and pleaded, "May I sleep first? It's too cold outside."

"No problem" Mike replied without hesitation.

The old woman thanked him several times before he sat down on the chair and curled up into a ball as he fell asleep.

Mike looked at the man beside him and said, "It looks like you are very familiar with this place.I would like to hire you as our guide. What about three solis today? Sorry, I forgot to ask your name. "

The man quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, that's too much. I only get one soli a day most of the time on the dock.

"Call me Old Kohler.

"Then, two soli a day. You deserve it" Mike decided firmly.

His face, which was reddened by the coffee, returned pale. The color of his aura and mood had disappeared.

"…" Klein stood up and subconsciously reached out his hand to check the old woman's breathing.

As Mike and Kohler looked at him in surprise, he said heavily, "He's dead."

Mike opened his mouth, but no words came out. Kohler patted his chest three times and said with a bitter smile, "I know he won't be able to last long…

"Things like that happen every day in East Borough.

"At least he filled his stomach and died in a warm place.I hope—heh heh, I hope it will be the same for me in the future."

Klein was silent for a while before he said, "Kohler, go and call the police."

"Good." Kohler patted her chest three more times and ran out of the coffee shop.

The boss glanced but did not come. It was as if it was not something he needed to worry about.

After a while, a policeman in a black-and-white checkered uniform, carrying a baton and a revolver, entered the coffee shop.

He looked at the dead old woman, asked Mike and Klein a few questions, then he waved his hand and said, "That's all here. The three of you can leave after I ask someone to take the body."

"That's it?" Mike exclaimed in shock.

He was obviously not very familiar with East Borough.

The policeman grinned.

"Such incidents happen in large numbers every day in the East Borough!"

He rolled his eyes and looked at Klein and Mike.

"You don't look like people from around here. Whoareyou? What's identity?"

Mike reveals his press identity, and Klein says that he is a private detective responsible for protecting him.

The policeman's face turned serious as he looked at Klein and said, "i suspect you're carrying a weapon illegally!

"i want to search your stuff. Please cooperate with me; otherwise, it will be considered a case against arrest!"

Mike is suddenly worried because he knows that private detectives usually have guns illegally.

Klein expressionlessly spread his hands.

"Good."

He let the police search him, but nothing was found on him.

After the body of the old woman was taken away, the disappointed policeman left. Mike clenched his fists and kicked the table.

"A living person has just died here; however, all he cares about is investigating the unlawful possession of a firearm!?"

After saying this, Mike looked at Klein and asked confusedly, "You didn't have a gun?"

Klein shook his head, pulled out his holster and gun from under the table, and said calmly, "As a detective, I have a lot of experience in this field."

As a Witch, he could place a revolver right in front of someone and make that person impossible to notice.

Moreover, since he did not buy an ordinary bullet, the Beyonder bullet was temporarily left above the gray fog. His revolver was currently empty, but this did not stop him from shooting with his revolver. All he needs to do is use his mouth to mimic the "explosion" when he pulls the trigger.

After seeing this, Old Kohler whispered from the side, "So, you're a detective."

Klein pointed at Mike and casually explained, "I was also entrusted with the mission by this man last time."

Mike sat there without arguing. After a moment of silence, he said, "Although I have investigated the gang and witnessed the miserable life of some prostitutes, I am not familiar with the situation in the East Borough. Please help me open my eyes to this place, allow me to see if there are any problems with this investigation plan."

As he spoke, he took out a few pieces of paper from the pocket in his clothes and spread them on the coffee shop table.

Klein.

"Interview with East Borough residents of various ages?

"That's too much of a hassle, I think we can divide it by location. In a better apartment, five or six people walk into a one-bedroom apartment. Others live on wind-protected street corners, park benches, bars, and workhouses.

"In addition, they can be separated based on what time they start working, and when their rest time is."

Mike listened carefully and nodded.

"It's not a bad idea. What do you think, Kohler?"

Old Kohler pinched his nose and said, "i can't read .. but I think whatever Mr. Detective said seems fine."

Mike thought about it, changed his plan, and said, "Then let's go to the nearest apartment and make a random choice."