Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 177 Expectations

　　Early Sunday morning, not long after Klein had finished his breakfast, he heard the expected doorbell.

　　But to his surprise, it was not only Reporter Mike Joseph who came, but also Dr. Allen.

　　”Sherlock, I had that nightmare again last night, and I don’t think it’s normal.” Alan didn’t avoid Mike, and just entered the living room, he opened his mouth.

　　Without waiting for Klein to answer, he took himself out of his money clip again and removed a thousand paper cranes:

　　”Do you think it could be the problem with it?

　　”I’ve been having nightmares ever since I got it out and carried it around with me.”

　　Klein glanced at it without much concern, his expression suddenly froze a bit, if not for the fact that he had once worked as a “clown” and had a strong control over his facial muscles, he might have even revealed a hard-to-conceal smile in front of the reporter and the doctor, yes, a smile.

　　This, this thousand paper cranes folded more ugly than my one …… This is Klein’s instant thought.

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

　　Could this be the tradition inherited from a long line of night watchmen, with poorer handwork?

　　There was no doubt that the thousand paper cranes in front of him were the product of yet another switcheroo, and after receiving accurate information from Klein, the Night Watchers seemed to have wasted no time in sneaking into Dr. Allen’s bedroom that night and swapping the one in the money clip with one of their own folded cranes.

　　What they couldn’t have guessed was that the one in the wallet was equally fake, having been folded rather crudely by Klein on top of the gray mist.

　　Inexplicably somewhat comical …… Klein glanced at Dr. Allen, who was oblivious, and cleared his throat:

　　”Perhaps so, I suggest you go to the church once more and talk to that bishop from before, we need to believe that the gods of our faith are always watching over me.”

　　As he spoke, he drew a triangle of holy symbols on his chest.

　　Last night, after the “nightmare” left, Klein specifically went to the gray fog, divining whether it was dangerous not to switch back to the thousand paper cranes, and got a very safe revelation, so he could now make such a suggestion with interest, trying to poke fun at his ex-colleagues.

　　Seeing their poorly folded thousand paper cranes back in their hands, I wonder what kind of mood they will have …… Klein solemnly relieved away Dr. Allen, turned to Mr. Reporter and smiled:

　　”Mike, actually, what I’d most like to suggest to Allen is a visit to a psychiatrist, but surely faith can soothe his mind as well.”

　　”You’re not being candid at all.” Mike let out a laugh, “Well, we should get going.”

　　For the rest of the day, Klein accompanied the Daily Observer reporter into the East End to interview up the young girls who had been rescued.

　　In front of a full £1 for the interview, no one refused, even some of the girls who had suffered devastation.

　　In this interview, Capin’s evil was one focus, and the current situation of those teenage girls was another, the former was infuriating, the latter was heavy.

　　Daisy is actually one of the more fortunate ones, able to go to work immediately after returning home, exchanging her own labor for food; no more than one-third of the rescued like her, and most of them are of the type where the family still has some savings, are in a situation that permits the physically and mentally traumatized girls to stay out of the hustle for a while, and to be able to patiently search for a suitable job.

　　The other two-thirds of the rescued had to run around to survive, in the case of the large number of unemployed women textile workers, they can often only find some temporary low-paid jobs, the parents and siblings of the family have not been unemployed those who are good, at least to help each other, barely enough to fill their stomachs, the family situation of the part of the so-optimistic has been explicitly or implicitly on the road to the street girls, seems to have never been rescued, they sell their bodies once, maybe for the sake of the family. They sold their bodies once, maybe for just some food.

　　This made Mike become as silent as he had been last time, and it wasn’t until he left the East End as darkness fell that he turned back to Crane and thanked him:

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

　　”Isn’t that what you hired me for?” Klein smiled politely without any smug emotions.

　　With the previous admonition, the elder Kohlers and the Livs did not disclose his free help in the search, and Daisy, in particular, was smart enough to answer “Mr. Reporter and Mr. Detective” when Mike asked them if they knew anyone more special.

　　Mike nodded in his usual way and walked in silence for a while longer.

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

　　”I’d like to make an appeal on this story, an appeal to the government to take the Capin estate and set up a relief fund, using the steady annual proceeds to help these rescued young girls, and to help others who have been victimized because of Capin, so that they have a chance to earn their way out of their current predicament.

　　”Although Capin’s safe has been ransacked by that chivalrous thief, his greatest wealth is in the real estate he purchased, and these, these are supposed to be illegal gains.”

　　Klein listened attentively and gave Mike a deep look of heartfelt praise:

　　”You’re the best reporter I’ve ever seen.”

　　”There are quite a few other reporters like me, there are always some idealists in this world.” Mike exclaimed.

　　After saying that, he paid Klein his ten pound hire fee and took off his hat and waved it.

　　Witnessing this reporter onto the hired carriage, Klein prepared to go in another direction to take public transportation, when Mike suddenly opened the window and asked with a derisive smile:

　　”Sherlock, I can’t be the only reporter you know, right?”

　　Klein froze for a moment and laughed:

　　”You guess.”

　　……

　　Silver City.

　　Derek Berg was pacing back and forth across the room like a beast trapped inside, slightly anxious.

　　He felt that the “Chief” did not pay enough attention to his report, worrying that those members of the exploration team who had been affected by the “Fallen Creator” would cause devastating damage to the city, which had been in darkness for two thousand five hundred and eighty-two years, after the quarantine was lifted. Damage.

　　In such a situation, he was desperate for advice from Mr. Hangman and Ms. Justice, who knew quite a bit about the Fallen Creator.

　　This was the Tarot meeting he was most looking forward to.

　　Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, if Mr. Fool does not convene, I will directly pray to k …… Derek tried to calm himself down, but the pace of the circle did not slow down.

　　Suddenly, he saw the roiling gray mist and heard the messianic voice:

　　”Prepare for the party.”

　　Derek sighed with relief and more cautiously sat down on the edge of the bed and lay down, pretending that he was ready to take a nap out of exhaustion.

　　After silently counting a slightly rapid thousand heartbeats, he waited a while longer before being engulfed in an illusory crimson glow.

　　At the moment, Derek’s room was unusually quiet, with lightning bolt after lightning bolt crossing the sky outside his window, keeping the darkness away from the land.

　　Suddenly, in the corner of his bed, blackness wriggled and stretched, taking human form!

　　The black figure flew and climbed higher, silently looking down on Derek.

　　He scrutinized it for a few dozen seconds and shrank back with little gain.

　　In the corner, the shadow was unchanged as usual.

　　……

　　The infinite gray fog, as always, filled the feet, the bronze table in front of him was speckled with rust green but not rotten, “Sun” Derek was the first to see sitting across from Miss “Justice” and “Magician”. “The first thing Derek “Sun” saw was Miss “Justice” and Miss “Magician” sitting across from him, and the first thing that reached his ears was the familiar, brisk greeting:

　　”Good afternoon, Mr. ‘Fool’.”

　　”Good afternoon ……”

　　Shrouded in gray mist, Klein nodded gently, seemingly leisurely responding to the greetings of Ms. Justice and the other members, but in reality, he was busy manipulating the “world” to make him appear as a real person.

　　After yesterday’s interview with Mike, it was dinnertime, so Klein went out to a Fannie Porter-style restaurant and got so hot that he asked for a desert beer.

　　After returning home with a full stomach, he didn’t go out again for the rest of the day, either studying the Book of Secrets or preparing his own food, letting the heaviness that came with every trip to the East End subside.

　　Before he knew it, the afternoon came and he turned his mind to the Tarot party.

　　After saying hello, Audrey “Justice” held back her curiosity and excitement and didn’t rush to ask what the truth behind the Karpin incident was.

　　Mr. “Fool” might not answer, but without asking, how would she know if K wanted to answer? Well, I hope that k will make the equivalent request, I will try to fulfill …… Audrey looked around and observed the status of the other members.

　　As a “mind reader”, she quickly noticed something unusual:

　　Hey, the “sun” is very anxious ah, the former exploration team leader of the matter has an accident? An encounter with Amon?

　　Also, Forsyth is in a state of wanting to ask but not daring to …… She should have seen the newspaper and guessed from the tarot cards that Karpin’s death was the work of the Tarot Club, but was puzzled as to who the “Emperor” card represented… …she seems to be more in awe of Mr. Fool, what’s happening to her?

　　”Mr. Hanged Man is in a good mood, his potion has been digested …… He seems to be expecting something ……

　　Mr. “The World” is still so gloomy and introspective, it’s hard to read his thoughts, he’s the nemesis of the “audience” route ……

　　Derek “The Sun” did not try to hide his anxiety, but he did not directly consult the members of the Tarot Club.

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

　　There was no need to rush, the party had already begun …… If Mr. Fool was in a good mood, he might be able to answer some questions …… Derek reassured himself.

　　”Inverted Hangman” Alger, on the other hand, looked sideways to the top and spoke humbly:

　　”Dear Mr. ‘Fool’, I have collected three new pages of Rossel’s diary.”

　　Diary? Rossel’s diary? “Magician” Fools’ ears perked up.

　　Klein responded with a smile:

　　”What do you want to trade them for?”

　　Glancing at the card covering Mr. Fool’s hand, Alger the Hanged Man suppressed his eagerness:

　　”I’d like to know what that card next to yours is.”