On Sunday morning, not long after Klein finished breakfast, he heard the expected sound of the door.

But to his surprise, not only reporter Mike Joseph came, but also Dr. Allen.

"Sherlock, I had that nightmare again last night. I don't think this is normal." Alan didn't avoid Mike and started talking as soon as he entered the living room.

Without waiting for Klein to answer, he took out his wallet and took out a paper crane:

"Do you think this might be the problem?

"Ever since I found it and started carrying it around, I've been having nightmares."

Klein glanced at it nonchalantly, his expression suddenly frozen. If he hadn't been a clown before and had a strong control over his facial muscles, he might even have revealed an unconcealable smile in front of the reporters and doctors. Yes, a smile.

This paper crane is uglier than mine... This was the thought that suddenly occurred to Klein.

At this moment, he had the urge to cover his face and sigh:

Is this the tradition passed down by the night watchers, that their manual work is poor?

There was no doubt that the paper cranes in front of him were the product of another substitution. After receiving accurate information from Klein, the Nighthawks did not seem to delay and sneaked into Dr. Allen's bedroom that night and replaced the paper crane in the wallet with the one they folded.

But what they didn't expect was that the one in the wallet was also fake. It was folded by Klein in the gray fog and was quite crude.

Inexplicably, there was a sense of humor... Klein glanced at Dr. Allen, who was unaware of anything, and cleared his throat.

"Maybe so. I suggest you go to the church again and talk to the bishop. We must believe that the gods we believe in are always watching over us."

As he spoke, he drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest.

After the "nightmare" left last night, Klein went to the gray fog specifically to divine whether it would be dangerous to exchange the paper cranes for him. He got a very safe revelation, so he could make such a suggestion with interest now, trying to play a trick on his former colleagues.

Seeing that the paper cranes they folded poorly were back in their hands, I wonder how they would feel... Klein solemnly comforted Dr. Allen and turned to the reporter and smiled:

"Mike, actually what I want to suggest to Alan the most is to see a psychiatrist, but faith can definitely soothe his soul."

"You're not being candid at all." Mike laughed. "Well, it's time for us to get going."

The following day, Klein accompanied the Daily Observer reporter into the East End to interview the rescued girls.

Faced with the interview fee of 1 pound, no one refused, even some girls who had suffered from torture.

In this interview, Kapin's crimes are one focus, and the current situation of those girls is another focus. The former makes people angry, and the latter makes people heavy.

Daisy was actually quite lucky. She was able to start working immediately after returning home and earned food through her own labor. No more than one-third of the rescued people were like her, and most of them had some savings at home. Their situation allowed them, who had suffered physical and mental trauma, to take a break from their busy schedules and patiently look for suitable jobs.

The other two-thirds of the rescued people had to struggle to survive. With a large number of female textile workers unemployed, they could only find some temporary low-paying jobs. Those whose parents, brothers and sisters were not unemployed were still okay, at least they could help each other and barely fill their stomachs. Those whose family conditions were not so optimistic had already openly or secretly become street prostitutes, and seemed to have never been rescued. They sold their bodies once, perhaps just for some food.

This made Mike silent like last time. It was not until he left the East District when it was getting dark that he came to his senses and thanked Klein:

"Sherlock, thanks to your help, otherwise I would have been blackmailed by those gangsters today."

"Isn't this why you hired me?" Klein smiled politely without any smugness.

With the previous instructions, old Kohler and Liv's family did not reveal the fact that he was helping to find people for free. Daisy, in particular, was quite smart. When Mike asked them if they knew anyone special, she directly answered "Mr. Reporter and Mr. Detective."

Mike nodded out of habit and walked in silence for a long time.

Before getting on the carriage, he suddenly exhaled and said:

“I would like to make an appeal in this report, calling on the government to take out Kapin’s real estate and set up a relief fund, using the annual income to steadily help these rescued girls and other people who have been harmed by Kapin, so that they have the opportunity to break free from their current predicament.

"Although Kapin's safe has been robbed by that thief, his greatest wealth is in the real estate he purchased. These, these should all be illegal gains."

Klein listened carefully, looked at Mike deeply, and praised him sincerely:

"You are the best reporter I have ever met."

"There are many journalists like me. There are always some idealists in this world," Mike sighed.

After saying this, he paid Klein the 10-pound hiring fee and waved his hat.

After watching the reporter get on the horse-drawn carriage, Klein prepared to take public transportation in another direction. At this moment, Mike suddenly opened the window and asked with a teasing smile:

"Sherlock, I'm not the only reporter you know, am I?"

Klein was stunned for a moment, then laughed:

"you guess."

…………

City of Silver.

Derrick Berg was like a wild animal trapped indoors, pacing back and forth in the room a little anxiously.

He felt that the "Chief" did not take his report seriously enough, and was worried that the members of the exploration team who had been influenced by the "Fallen Creator" in some way would cause devastating damage to this city that had been in darkness for 2,582 years after the quarantine was lifted.

In such a situation, he was eager to get opinions from Mr. "The Hanged Man" and Miss "Justice", who knew the "Fallen Creator" very well.

This was the Tarot gathering he looked forward to the most.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer. If Mr. Fool still doesn’t call for help, I will pray to Him directly… Derrick tried to calm himself down, but his pace of circling did not slow down at all.

Suddenly, he saw the endless gray fog and heard the savior-like voice:

"Get ready for the party."

Derrick breathed a sigh of relief, cautiously sat on the edge of the bed, and lay down, pretending that he was going to take a nap due to fatigue.

After silently counting a thousand hurried heartbeats, he waited for a while before being swallowed up by the illusory crimson light.

At this moment, Derrick's room was unusually quiet. Lightning flashed across the sky outside the window one after another, driving the darkness away from the earth.

Suddenly, in the corner of his bed, something black squirmed and stretched, turning into a human shape!

The black shadow quickly climbed higher and looked down at Derrick quietly.

He observed carefully for dozens of seconds, then retreated without gaining anything.

In the corner, the shadows remained the same, without any change.

…………

The endless gray fog permeated under his feet as always. The long bronze table in front of him was mottled with rust green but did not look decayed. The first person Derrick "Sun" saw was Miss "Justice" and Miss "Magician" sitting opposite him. What reached his ears was the familiar, brisk greeting:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

"good afternoon……"

Shrouded in gray fog, Klein nodded slightly, seemingly leisurely responding to the greetings from Miss Justice and other members, but in fact he was busy manipulating the "world" to make him act like a real person.

After accompanying reporter Mike to an interview yesterday, it was already dinner time. Klein found a Feynetport-style restaurant outside and asked for a glass of Desert Beer because it was so spicy.

After returning home after eating and drinking, he did not go out again for the rest of the time. He either studied the "Book of Secrets" or prepared his own food, which helped to relieve the heavy emotions that he felt every time he went to the East District.

Before he knew it, afternoon had arrived and he turned his attention to the Tarot gathering.

After saying hello, "Justice" Audrey suppressed her curiosity and excitement, and did not rush to ask what the truth behind the Kapin incident was.

Mr. Fool might not answer, but how can I know if He wants to answer if I don’t ask? Well, I hope He will make an equivalent request, and I will try my best to satisfy it... Audrey looked around and observed the status of the other members.

As a "mind reader", she quickly discovered some anomalies:

Hey, the "Sun" is very anxious. Did something unexpected happen to the former captain of the exploration team? Did he meet Amon?

Also, Fors was in a state where she wanted to ask but didn’t dare to ask… She must have seen the newspaper and guessed from the tarot cards that Kapin’s death was caused by our Tarot Club, but she was confused about who the “Emperor” card represented… She seemed to be more in awe of Mr. Fool. What happened to her?

Mr. Hanged Man was in a good mood. His potion had been digested... He seemed to be expecting something...

Mr. World is still gloomy and reserved. It is hard to read his thoughts. He is the nemesis of the Audience pathway...

"The Sun" Derrick did not hide his anxious mood, but he did not directly consult the Tarot Club members.

He knew very well that the opening period belonged to Mr. Fool, unless there was no diary of that person named Russell.

There’s no need to rush. The party has already started… If Mr. Fool is in a good mood, he might be able to answer some questions… Derrick comforted himself.

Alger, the Hanged Man, tilted his head and looked upward, and spoke humbly:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have collected three new pages of Roselle's diary."

Diary? Russell's diary? Magician Fors pricked up his ears.

Klein responded with a smile:

"What do you want in exchange for them?"

Glancing at the card covered by Mr. Fool's hand, Alger suppressed his eagerness and said:

"I wonder what that card next to you is."

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