Chapter 67 Maria's Commission

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Edward turned into an alley and suddenly forgot what he was going to do next.

"..." He pressed his hands on his temple, and a second later, he was stuffed in with his thoughts just now.

Edward looked up slightly and saw a crow with black and white eyes standing on the roof dozens of meters away. After He took a look, the crow fell directly from the roof and fell out of His sight.

"Ammon," Edward said to the air, "Are you here to avenge your brother?"

"No, I don't have the idea of ​​fighting with you. I'm just here to see what the "devil" who can make the paranoid suffer two losses in a row will look like."

Before he finished speaking, an Amon with monocle glasses turned out from the corner of the street, wearing a Southern Continental style clothing and holding a cup of hissing and air-conditioned fruit drink. A Monmon, wearing the typist at Zhongsunia, also ran over, folded his sleeves to his elbows, and held a dozen documents in his arms. The white cat who was dozing on the wall, flew into the two birds on the clothes rail in the distance, and countless bugs all looked over.

"You have seen it. It can disappear from my eyes."

"There's another thing, you can defeat Adam's sequence clone in the space of consciousness, which is simply incredible."

Amon, who was in charge, is a "deceiving mentor" of Sequence 3. With his own escape ability and his powerful resurrection skills, he was not very panicked. Moreover, there is a clone of Sequence 4 behind him, so it is always okay to run away. So he took a leisurely drink and continued, "I don't do anything for paranoid, I'm just curious."

"Okay, I'll tell you."

After confirming that Amon's original body was not here, there was only one sequence 3 and one sequence 4 at the highest, Edward had no warning in his heart, further reducing. Amon, dressed in the South Mainland, was stunned for a moment, but Edward did not intend to wait for him to speak, and answered directly:

"Because I am a god from outside the sky."

"I am the decayed king of one of the old dominators. I came from my initial awakening, for the source and witness of the destruction of this planet. Amon, seeing the Death Star is a price to pay for life."

What language is this? It is not any existing one... This name is... Amon of Sequence 3 was suddenly stunned, his body trembled violently, his eyes, fingers, drinks, and flesh fell into piles on the ground, covered with links and a little bit of obscure light. The birds in the distance exploded on the spot, and blood was covered in the ground. The white cat on the wall fled in a panic, but was pierced by a branch, and was sucked dry in the blink of an eye, turning into a thin fur floating in the wind.

In two seconds, Amon, who was listening to their conversation in the entire city, lost his life. Only the typist holding the document closed his hearing the moment he heard "Okay" and became the only survivor. He took a deep breath, his expression was ugly.

Seeing the outside god looking over, the typist struggled to squeeze out a smile on his face, bowed slightly, and lowered his head: "...you can send it."

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With the premise that he had been approached quietly in the cafe, Klein was slightly alert. So he noticed that Maria had walked back at some point, following them at a safe distance of about ten meters, as if she was secretly observing their investigation.

Is it because we are worried about us? But we are just ordinary reporters, there is no need to monitor us so vigilantly, right? Klein thought about it, but he and Mike did come for an interview. Mike is still a kind reporter. He is not afraid of being in a rude way, so he just pretends not to know.

Ahem!

Mike took out his handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed several times.

The fog in the factory area is thicker than other places, with yellowish in the air, as if dust is floating, and occasionally it will emit a pungent and pungent smell. Although the air quality in the entire Beckland is very poor, the urban area is still a small witch compared to here. This pungent smell makes it unbearable for the reporter who has long been used to Beckland air.

He turned his head to Klein, who was also coughing low, and said: "I have always supported the government's establishment of the Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee and the establishment of the alkaline prosecutor, but I only realized today that the problem is so serious."

"If effective measures are not taken, it may lead to a tragedy in the future." Klein tried hard to open his blocked nose.

Perhaps it would cover the entire Beckland in the mist with a distance of sight of no more than five meters, and the evil god might have come or been born in such a scene... He added silently.

Old Kohler didn't understand their conversation very well, cleared his throat with thick phlegm, led the reporters and detectives around the guards and sneaked into a lead-white factory. The place was mainly female workers, and they were busy without any protection, and there was obvious dust in the factory.

Looking at the "little particles" floating in the air, Klein seemed to see poison gas, and the young women without masks were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. He seemed to have witnessed the future of female workers here. Some of their heads were throbbing, some of their eyes blurred, some became hysterical, some of their gums floated out of blue lines, and eventually, they either became blind or died soon.

Mike whispered in shock and angrily: "How can this be done?"

"How can they do this?"

"Some time ago, various newspapers and magazines have focused on discussing lead poisoning, but they are not prepared at all?"

"I can't even bear to bear a mask?"

“These factory owners are murdering!”

He is such a righteous journalist. Although he is not young, his style is relatively stingy, and his acting skills are quite outstanding, he still retains his original intention... But how could he understand the situation of lead poisoning so much? By the way, I forgot that I asked Sir Deville to widely publicize the harm of lead poisoning in various newspapers and magazines... He seems to have done a good job, but for some people, what is the matter of killing one or two of the lower class untouchables? Some are waiting for job opportunities! Klein thought heavily.

Old Kohler finally heard a topic that could be added: "This is a factory of a gentleman. Every year, a girl is poisoned to death. Somehow, the year before yesterday, there was an accident, and many people were injured. The factory dragged the pension without paying. Several families who were causing trouble were also promoted. Seeing that the matter was about to pass, Miss Maria suddenly came over and helped us with a lawsuit for free... Haha, I didn't see Miss Maria's performance with my own eyes, but she has a senior lawyer license! It is said that not only the head of the factory, but even the lawyers on the opposite side were sent in by Miss Maria!"

He tried his best to change the unreasonable bad impression of Miss Maria in the minds of the two kind-hearted journalists.

Mike widened his eyes and muttered in disbelief: "Another thing I don't know at all..."

Senior lawyer? It turns out that the lady has received a systematic education and may have also attended a professional college. Why do such a middle-class person become a gang leader in the East District and runs a charity? Can she make more money when she goes to work? She can gain a foothold here and approach us quietly. She is likely to be an extraordinary person. Combined with the lawyer, is she a "black emperor" or an extraordinary person in the "lawyer" path? I don't know what the sequence is, but she must be higher than me anyway...

“How much is the pension?”

"A person has about thirty pounds, sometimes only more than ten pounds, which depends on the mood of the factory owner." Old Kohler answered helplessly.

Another silence.

"The factory introduced machines too much."

After the three left the lead-white factory, Old Kohler couldn't help but talk about the textile factory. If Old Kohler was a little more educated, he might be able to describe the recent parade protests as "spreading".

"They want to switch to the latest textile machine, and the number of people in charge of manipulation will also decrease, as if, as if, they are saying yes, they will fire one-third of the workers! The female workers hope to smash the machine and get their jobs back, otherwise, they may not be able to survive or they can only be street girls."

"Mr. Reporter, the kidnapping case you are curious about has only become apparent since this incident. Because many girls disappeared for some reason. They are said to have found a job and left with their families. However, Miss Maria cannot find so many jobs. If they can find a job so easily, how could they leave now?"

Old Kohler had limited language expression skills, but both of them understood the general meaning. Klein thought about it. He seemed to have heard Mr. "The Hanging Man" mention the disappearance of the population at the Tarot meeting, but it happened in the Southern Continent. Could it be that Beckland also had it? Mike opened his mouth. Judging from his lip shape, he vaguely wanted to say "stupid", but in the end he didn't say anything, just looked over there silently, and didn't even get close.

"Go back, I've done almost the same investigation and interview." Mike sighed a long time later.

The three left the factory area, and Crane could feel that Maria was still following him silently. Until they left the East Side, they did not speak anymore, shrouded in a dull silence. After paying 10 pounds 6 Suller, Mike left the smoke-filled block in a carriage.

Klein watched the carriage go away and didn't speak for a long time.

When he was a night watchman, he had understood and contacted the lives of the poor, but he was not as impressed as this time. The comprehensive and three-dimensional observation completely presented a deep abyss on earth before him.

Old Colemour stood by the side silently. Just as Clein was about to say something, Maria walked out of the shadow of the house behind her and came straight to Clein.

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"You are indeed kind journalists."

Maria's complex expression was that Klein and Mike had proved themselves with practical actions, and the expressions they had in the East District interview made her feel very uncomfortable. But the current situation in the East District is already the limit she can change. Without more helpers and funds, she would not be able to further expand the scale, and it would be difficult for her to maintain the status quo.

"I apologize for my previous rude behavior. What do you call me? I have something I want to entrust you."

"You are also thinking about the East District. We were indeed abrupt before, so please don't take it to heart." Klein noticed the other party's kindness and politely revealed the previous incident. "I am Sherlock Moriarty. Since that's the case, you must have discovered that I am a private detective. What is the commission? My abilities are limited, and I don't know if I can do it."

Of course, I have to ask clearly what an extraordinary person with a higher sequence than me is not sure about! Klein said in his heart.

"I am Maria, just call me Maria." Seeing that Crane was still waiting for the following words, she added, "I don't have a surname. Perhaps my parents who abandoned me outside the orphanage also knew that they were not qualified to give me their last name, and this name is all about me."

So that's it. Klein suddenly realized.

Maria sorted out her collar and looked serious: "Then I'm going to talk about my commission."

"What I want to entrust is the kidnapping case in the East District, but it is not an investigation, because I know who is behind the scenes - have you seen that grand villa? He was the one who kidnapped the girls, the rich Kaping. His minions were doing his job for him, and I have evidence. As for the disappearance of the unemployed textile female worker, I don't know if it has anything to do with him. You are a kind detective, and I will not let you take risks. I hope you can use your connections and find a way to get the structure diagram of the interior of Kaping's residence."

Is this? It would be fine if I didn't ask me to solve Kaping, trafficking women and children. If it is true, then Kaping is really not a pity... It's just that I got the structure map, it's not too difficult. I can go to the gray fog to divine, or find a way to sneak in in the form of a spirit... But this has certain risks, I need to divine...

Klein's thoughts were turned on and he didn't answer immediately.

Maria was very nervous, worried that Crane would die unexpectedly after accepting the commission, and worried that Crane would not accept it.

After about ten seconds, Klein asked, "Have you ever given this commission to other detectives? Why did you choose me?"

"...I visited many private detectives, and the first one I visited was Mr. Aisinger Stanton." Maria's heart sank, thinking that this should be Sherlock Moriarty's polite rejection, but she still answered truthfully, "Mr. Stanton rejected me, so I visited several detectives later, and they all gave up when they hit a wall. I just wanted to try it out again. If you refuse, it doesn't matter. I know that this matter is very dangerous and everyone has their own concerns."

"Ask a pity, how much can you pay?"

"It's very dangerous. My budget is five hundred pounds. As long as I can figure out even a pipe or vent, I'm willing to pay." Maria said. "If I can get a detailed structure diagram, I can pay a thousand pounds. Of course, if something unexpected happens, I will leave this money to the person you named."

"I may not be able to reply to you right away."

Klein thought about it and found that the price was very acceptable. It was just a reconnaissance, not a fight. Although it was difficult for other detectives and had to risk their lives, he had at least two plans to touch Kaping's villa, so it was not necessary to refuse, but at least he had to go to the gray fog to do a formal divination: "But I really want to accept this commission in my heart. If I decide to accept it, I will give you a reply within these two days."

Maria's face changed: "Sorry, but please think carefully and don't force yourself to the high reward."

"Don't worry, Miss Maria, I'm very self-aware of my abilities." Klein knew she had misunderstood. After all, five hundred pounds is indeed not a small amount, and it is very attractive to private detectives. He smiled and said goodbye to the two, "Then I'll leave first, goodbye, both of you."

“…Goodbye, Mr. Moriarty.”

Maria looked at the distant back and sighed heavily.

TBC

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