Old Kohler seemed a little afraid of the other party's toughness and took a step back unconsciously:

"Liv, this is a detective. He wants to help you find Daisy."

Liv turned her wrinkled and peeling face to Klein and said coldly:

"We have called the police."

She may be in her thirties, but she looks closer to fifty.

Klein looked around the room where many wet clothes were hanging. He vaguely remembered that the last time he came here, there was a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old. She carefully used a crude homemade iron to handle the wrinkled clothes after drying. There were many marks of burns on her hands.

She is the “lost” Daisy… Klein looked back at the laundry worker Liv and said in an emotionless tone:

“Do you believe that the East End police will actually make an effort to find Daisy?

"Are you sure that the people who caused Daisy's 'disappearance' incident will not turn their attention to your house?

"You want to lose another daughter after losing one?"

Cruel but heart-piercing words reached the ears of Liv, the laundry lady. The cold expression on her face gradually collapsed. She opened her mouth but could not say anything, and the corners of her eyes gradually turned red.

She suddenly lowered her head and said to herself in pain and despair:

“I don’t have any money…”

The room suddenly became quiet, even the sobbing girl stopped making a sound.

Klein pursed his lips and exhaled silently:

"I occasionally volunteer, purely to help others. Haha, I haven't done it for a long time. Please give me a chance."

"Volunteer?" Liv raised her head and chewed on the word.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

“This commission is free. No, it’s not completely free. Acts of kindness will bring me great satisfaction.

"Since you have no other options, why not give it a try?"

Liv was silent for a moment, raised her hands which were wrinkled and swollen from being soaked in water for a long time, wiped her eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Detective, you are such a kind and good gentleman..."

Her voice suddenly choked:

"…The thing is, the day before yesterday at noon, Freya led Daisy to deliver a batch of washed clothes to a place just outside the East District, and they had to go to several streets.

“In order to get back in time for lunch, Freya chose a secluded alley, but she didn’t pay attention and found that Daisy, who was following her, was gone.

“She went back the same way to look for her but couldn’t find her, and Daisy never came back.

"Freya, where were you then?"

The girl named Freya had stood up, her eyes red and swollen.

She sobbed and said:

"Right, right at Broken Axe Lane, Detective. Will Daisy be okay?"

“Probably.” Klein replied expressionlessly.

He looked around for a few seconds and then asked:

"Is there anything Daisy always carries? I can borrow a police dog. It has an excellent sense of smell and can find the target based on the smell it leaves behind."

"...No." Liv, the laundry lady, thought for a moment and said with a sad expression.

The young girl Freya shed tears again, feeling that things seemed to have reached a desperate situation again.

Suddenly, she blinked and said:

“Yes, there is one thing.

"Daisy's word book!"

"Word book?" Old Kohler asked back.

Liv sniffed and said:

"I have Freya and Daisy going to free school in the evenings, and I can keep up the washing, but they, they can't do it all the time."

This lady is such a good mother... Klein couldn't help but sigh.

The free school is a night school established by the three major churches or certain charitable organizations. Classes are held from 8 to 10 p.m. at no charge. They even provide writing tools and a certain amount of paper for free. It is an education aimed at eliminating illiteracy and at most involves some religious knowledge. Old Neil was a teacher at the free school of the Goddess of Night for several years, and Klein had heard him mention some of the situation.

——Because there are few people who volunteer to be teachers in free schools, a unique teaching model has been formed there. That is, the teacher arrives early, first calls together a few students with the best learning progress, instills into them the content to be taught today, and then lets them be responsible for teaching different classes. The teacher patrols back and forth to correct deviations and mistakes. This is called the "student guidance system."

Corresponding to free schools are free organizations such as technical workers' training schools, which are the few channels that truly poor people can access to escape from their own class.

Unfortunately, there are too few similar organizations, and they are just a drop in the bucket and it is difficult for them to play a substantial role.

At this time, Freya added with sobs:

"Daisy loves studying and has been chosen by the teacher as the tutor for her class. She would put the papers on which she had copied the words together and sleep with them as a pillow every day. Then she would get up early and go out to the street to recite in the morning light. She always felt sorry that there were no street lights nearby..."

As she spoke, Freya rushed back to the bunk bed and pulled out a stack of crumpled papers from under the tattered pillow.

Because it has been in a humid environment for a long time, the words copied on it have become a little blurred.

The edges of the paper were even worn, as if they had been turned over and over for a long time.

“Detective, is it okay?” Freya handed the so-called word book that was not bound at all to Klein with both hands and asked eagerly.

“Okay.” Klein answered very concisely.

He was not trying to comfort Freya. Although such items were not the kind that could be carried around, they were with the target for a long time and projected the other party's strong beliefs. They were excellent materials for finding people using the divination rod method.

He casually flipped through the vocabulary book and said:

"Then I'll start taking action. The sooner we find Daisy, the better."

Liv and Freya couldn't find any extra words to describe their feelings. They could only watch Klein and Old Kohler leave while repeatedly saying "thank you", "thank you, Mr. Detective", and "thank you, kind gentleman".

After leaving the apartment, Klein turned his head to Old Kohler and said:

"You have recently paid attention to those unemployed textile workers, especially those who have neither found new jobs nor become streetwalkers, and especially those who don't know where they have gone...

"Be careful about your own safety, ask less questions and listen more. If you do this well, you will get a bonus."

"Okay!" Old Kohler nodded heavily.

He did not leave immediately. After hesitating for a moment, he asked in an expectant tone:

"Mr. Detective, you are sure you can find Daisy, right?"

“I can only say that I will try my best.” Klein did not make any promises.

Old Kohler sighed and smiled bitterly:

"I lost my own child, so I don't want to see this kind of thing..."

He waved and walked towards another street.

Klein left the place at a leisurely pace. On the way, he wrapped the head of his cane with Daisy's "word book" and completed a "divination cane search" without attracting anyone's attention.

There is a result, northwest direction... It is currently impossible to confirm whether it is interfered with or misled... He lowered his head to look at the direction where the cane was about to fall, and stretched out his hand to support it.

Following the revelation, Klein went all the way out of the East District and hired a horse-drawn carriage.

More than half an hour later, the carriage, which occasionally adjusted its direction, stopped at Iris Street near the west end of Cherwood District, in front of a house with a vast lawn, a spacious garden, a small fountain square and marble statues.

At this moment, inside the carriage, Klein's cane had fallen down, pointing straight at that place!

Through the window, Klein saw guards patrolling inside the iron gate and vicious dogs with their tongues hanging out.

The security there is quite tight.

More importantly, even without using divination, he could rely solely on his spiritual intuition to discover that there was a great danger hidden in it!

What kind of place is this? How could Daisy's disappearance involve such a dangerous place? Klein pondered for a few seconds and told the driver to keep going.

The coachman responded with a little surprise:

"Sir, you are not here to visit Mr. Capin?"

Kapin? Klein thought the name sounded very familiar.

He smiled and asked back:

"Why do you think so?"

"People often come out from the East District and take my carriage here. Haha, this is the home of the wealthy Mr. Capin." The coachman answered casually.

East District…Kapin…rich man…Klein suddenly remembered who Kapin was:

According to many rumors, he is the leader of a criminal group with blood on his hands, and is related to many disappearances of innocent girls!

But in reality, he is a wealthy man who knows many important people.

Klein didn't say anything more. He leaned back against the wall and half closed his eyes.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and the luxurious villa swept backwards and disappeared on the glass window.

…………

Inside a small cubicle in a cafe.

Fors already knew that the old man opposite was called Lawrence Nord, from Constant City in Jianhai County, and was a public school teacher.

He didn't know that Mrs. Anlisa's husband had died, nor did he know that Mrs. Anlisa inherited the estate and became a Beyonder. He never thought that Mrs. Anlisa would leave her belongings to me... Could he also be a Beyonder? Does he have the ability to tell fortunes? Fors drank a sip of Filmore coffee and organized his words:

"I used to be a doctor at the nearby Yusuf Clinic, and Mrs. Anlisa often came to see me. At that time, her husband, Mr. Lauber, had passed away...

"...I would occasionally talk to her and help her with some things, such as...

"So, she finally made a will, leaving her savings and cash to me, and donating jewelry, books, furniture and other things to charitable organizations, which was supervised and executed by the law firm she designated."

What Fors said was true, but not the whole truth.

Lawrence pinched his forehead and said:

"It's such a shame. I can't understand why Anlisa didn't contact me during those years."

"She didn't mention your name, and she was vaguely dissatisfied with Mr. Lauber's relatives." Fors answered frankly.

Lawrence was silent for a moment and said:

“Thank you for your story, it made me understand some things.

"By the way, where are Lauberuo and Anlisa buried?"

"Green Cemetery." Fors took out his pocket watch from his bag and took a look at it. "Mr. Lawrence, I have something else to do. I should leave now."

Lawrence did not stop him and stood up to see him off.

After sitting down again, he rubbed his temple in distress and muttered to himself silently:

"Laubolo passed away without leaving any children. We don't know where Anlisa took his extraordinary characteristics... Richard died at the hands of the Aurora Society... Sam didn't want to contact us at all. He didn't want to take responsibility for the family name...

“Is the Abraham family really going to slowly die out like this?”