Mystery: Higher-Dimensional Overlookers

Chapter 59 Old Kohler

"It's not important." The high-dimensional overlooker replied calmly: "We are 'high-dimensional overlookers', which is a matter of course."

"It's been like this since we crossed into this world until now."

……

Klein saw Gao Wei and Mr. Z walking out of the door, preparing to hunt and kill Ambassador Intis. He also quietly changed into a suit of clothes that made it easier to move, and slipped out in the dark.

Klein still vaguely felt something was wrong with the attitude of Gao Wei and the Aurora Society in Backlund, so he planned to investigate it by himself.Coincidentally, not only Mr. Z but also Gao Wei left his side today, and now is a good time to secretly investigate the real purpose of the Aurora Society.

Before, Klein found a plan about the "Witch Sect" and "Aurora Society" in the internal materials of the Aurora Society. Klein discovered a key node in the content of the plan——in the Witch Sect's plan. In the plan, the most critical issue is that the target of their attack seems to be in Backlund's "Eastern District".

Klein, who doesn't know much about Backlund, still doesn't understand the meaning of "East Zone", so Klein is genuinely puzzled by the purpose of the Aurora Society.

Wearing a dark night suit, Klein jumped off the fence of the Aurora Society's manor like a cat.He landed on the soil that was still a little wet because of the rain before, fully exerted the extraordinary ability of "Joker", and jumped out with a little lightness.

After going through a battle and a simple funeral for the sacrificed "Bishop Rose", the darkest night has passed a little bit.The sky began to light up slightly, and the pale yellow mist permeated the surroundings, the figures of people coming and going were indistinct, and the coldness of the morning soaked into the clothes.

"It's clearly only three or four o'clock in the morning, so there are already so many people on the street..." Klein muttered, walking close to the wall at his full speed.As he walked, he quietly looked at the pedestrians in front of him.

What Klein was wearing was said to be a night suit, but in reality it was just a black suit that was easy to move around.Dressed like this, the clothes that made Klein look old but not broken were not eye-catching. Therefore, the numb pedestrians around did not avoid Klein's seemingly prying eyes.

Because in those dark alleys, more and more unscrupulous prying eyes are looking at the pockets of these passers-by.They just covered their pockets and continued to walk forward in a hurry.

But looking at it, Klein felt trembling.The scene in front of me looks a little shocking. The streets are full of workers wearing shabby clothes, and some people's skinny bodies are even slightly naked.

Their faces are dull and numb under the dark night, just like zombies in horror movies.Most of them had a look of hunger on their faces, and while some were walking, their bodies suddenly stopped and fell directly to the ground.

Most of the people behind those fallen people paused for a while before stepping over.And some people's eyes flashed a light, and then they bent down and began to search for the items on the corpse.Klein couldn't bear it immediately, but he didn't mind too much, and continued walking forward.

While walking, he saw in front of him a middle-aged and elderly man in his 50s and [-]s with gray temples and a thick jacket who was walking in place tremblingly, and tremblingly took out a cigarette and a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of his clothes. There is still more than half a box of matches left in it.

The middle-aged man lightly lit his cigarette and took a deep puff of the cigarette.The smoke in his hand burned a little, and the smoke was sucked back from his nose, which made his tired mind clearer.But at this moment, a young man suddenly emerged from the blind spot of his vision and slammed into him forcefully.

The man exclaimed, and the things on his body fell all over the ground. The young man wanted to grab a scattered thing on the ground and run away, but a strong hand grabbed his wrist in time.

"what!"

The young man exclaimed and gave Klein a vicious look.When he realized that the person who grabbed him was much stronger than him, he quickly shook off Klein's hand and ran into the alley.

Klein exhaled deeply, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.The middle-aged man stood up in some embarrassment, and thanked Klein in front of him repeatedly:

"Thank you, thank you. If it wasn't for you, my food would have been taken away. If I didn't eat today, I probably wouldn't be able to find a job in the future!"

The man wanted to hold Klein's hand, but when he saw his mud-covered hand and Klein's clean hand were about to meet, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and withdrew his hand in embarrassment: "Sorry, sir..."

He was a little worried that although the clothes in front of him were outdated, but the financial situation was obviously much better than theirs, he would feel a little offended.

"It's okay." Klein sighed, looking at this man who could already be regarded as an old man because his face was too old, his heart was suddenly touched: "Actually, I'm a preparatory professor for a university, I'm here I'm going to secretly investigate the situation in Backlund's Eastern District—this is related to my subject. Why don't you go to the cafe on the side and tell me about the situation in the Eastern District?"

It is said to be a cafe, but in fact this is an implicit term of the Loen people.In more detailed terms, this is a restaurant.But this place not only sells coffee, but also sells all kinds of food. It is considered a relatively cheap restaurant in Backlund's East District.

The tables and chairs here are quite greasy, and you can feel the cheap atmosphere at a glance.The middle-aged man was originally worried that the atmosphere here would make the "professor" in front of him feel uncomfortable, so he was still trying to figure out the expression of this person in front of him who was obviously not of the same class as them.

When he saw that Klein's face softened subconsciously, revealing a sense of familiarity with the environment of the coffee shop here, the worries in his heart disappeared—he was able to spend such a long time in Backlund's East District. , Naturally, he has developed some skills in observing words and expressions.

The middle-aged man scratched his throat to hide his Adam's apple wriggling from the scent.

Klein motioned for him to sit down, and went to the ordering place by himself, and ordered two large cups of tea, a plate of lamb stewed with tender peas, two pieces of bread, two pieces of toast, one piece of butter, and one piece of margarine, totaling 17.5 penny.

"Eat first, you can talk to me about the things in the East District in detail when you are full." Klein saw the breakfast that this middle-aged man picked up on the ground before. It was just a rough black bread--I am afraid that There is no way food can fill the stomach of an adult.

Klein felt some pity for no reason.

He was afraid that the poor man in front of him would not accept it, and he specially emphasized: "You may sit here for a long time today and tell me about the East District in detail, so please be sure to cheer up. This investigation is very important to my report. importance."

The middle-aged man wiped his eyes and said with a choked voice:
"...You, you are really a kind person."

"If you've been hungry for a long time, don't eat too fast." Klein warned.

"I know, an old man of mine died like this..."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, but under Klein's reminder, he tried his best to slow down his eating speed, and took a sip of tea from time to time.After a while, he finally wiped out the food in front of him, and subconsciously burped comfortably.

"I haven't eaten so full for a long time." The middle-aged man said comfortably: "Mr. Professor, please ask the questions you want. I will try my best to answer the questions that can be answered."

"I understand." Klein nodded, took out a pen and paper from his belongings, and prepared to start recording: "First question, sir, what's your name? Hmm...you don't look like The kind of bum who's been wandering around."

"My name is Kohler, you can just call me Old Kohler." The man who called himself Old Kohler smiled bitterly: "Mr. Professor, you may not know much about this place, most of the people here are not The voluntary homeless — maybe I'm putting that in a weird way, but I mean, the vast majority, um, the vast majority of people started out with steady jobs."

"It was a bit of bad luck. I was a fairly decent worker with a wife and two lovely children, a boy and a girl."

"But a few years ago, an infectious disease took them away. I also lived in the hospital for a long time, lost my job, lost my wealth, lost my family, and since then, I have often been unable to find work and have no money. Renting a house, not having money to eat, just wandering between different streets and certain parks, it made me very weak and made it harder to find a job..."

There is some sadness in the old Kohler's words, but there are also nostalgia for the past and those sweet memories: "Like me, most of the homeless people here are just like me, because they lost their jobs. Don't wander outside. Once you start wandering, you can't find a job; if you can't find a job, you can only continue to wander..."

"In this vicious cycle, your body breaks down. And for those young women, losing their jobs means becoming a street girl."

"Among the street girls in the East District, you can see those homeless women, those female workers and maids who have lost their jobs, and sometimes you can even see some down-and-out noble ladies... Haha, only in this kind of Only then can I feel that they are no different from us."

He smiled sadly: "However, such situations seem to be less recently. Since several factories run by nobles have joined an organization called the 'Industrial Union', the treatment of workers who can enter there is slightly lower. It's better. Even if they get sick, they will have a little subsidy after that, and they can get a new job after that. At least, at least they won't find a long-term stable job like me... "

"It's just that some factories in this alliance seem to behave more excessively. The workers who enter there don't know where they went. Therefore, I don't dare to rashly join factories in these alliances." The old man Kohler showed a bitter smile:

"Even though I'm living very hard now, at least I'm still alive. To be alive is better than everything else. In our place, disappearance is no different from death."

At least he's still alive... Klein suddenly felt a stagnation in his heart, and his eyes suddenly felt a little sore.He looked at the window in front of him in silence, and saw faces with obvious hunger.Some are still awake, they are residents of the East End, and some are so numb and tired that they are not human, they are homeless people.

The boundary between the two is not clear, the former will transform into the latter at any time, just like the old Kohler, just like those people who used to have a peaceful life in the mouth of the old Kohler.Under the hurricane of the times, Klein felt that these people were like reeds, easily blown to the ground.

As for what the old Kohler said, Klein had seen the name of the so-called "Business Alliance" in the materials of the Aurora Society. The identity can only be checked, and the author of that information is Gawe Abraham.

Klein speculated that this matter might be exactly what Gao Wei, a "citizen", tried his best to promote.

This also means...

Klein's eyes flashed, and he began to think about the "disappearing worker case".

Why on earth are these people missing?Is this incident ordered by the Aurora Society, or is someone doing some small tricks under the eyes of the Aurora Society?

Klein knocked on the table in front of him subconsciously, and began to think.After a long time, Klein turned around, only to find that the middle-aged man had fallen asleep, curled up on the chair and fell asleep.

After a few minutes of silence, Klein went to pat him awake and gave him a handful of copper pennies: "This is the interview fee."

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you!" The middle-aged man didn't come back to his senses for a moment, and when Klein walked to the door, he raised his voice and said, "I will go to a cheap hotel to take a shower, have a good sleep, and then look for a job."

"Okay." Klein's eyes softened a little, "Old Mr. Kohler, the information you provided me today is very useful. After that—well, we can meet here for a while later. Let's make an appointment , let’s talk about the rest of the East.”

With a smile on Klein's face, he continued to the old Kohler in front of him, "Of course, I still need you as my guide to lead me to investigate the affairs of the Eastern District."

"As a reward, I can pay you two soli each time. One part is the information you narrated, and the other part is the fee for you as a guide."

(End of this chapter)