Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker

Chapter 59 Old Kohler

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

"This has been true from the time we traveled to this world to now."

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When Klein saw Gao Wei and Mr. Z walking out of the door, preparing to hunt down Ambassador Intis, he quietly changed into clothes that were easy for movement and slipped out under the cover of night.

Klein still vaguely felt that something was wrong with Gao Wei and Aurora Club's attitude towards Backlund, and was ready to investigate on his own. By coincidence, not only Mr. Z but also Gao Wei had left his side today. Now was a good time to secretly investigate the true purpose of the Aurora Society.

In the plans about the "Witch Sect" and "Aurora Society" that Klein had previously looked up in the internal information of the Aurora Society, Klein discovered a key node in the content of the plan - in the plans of the Witch Sect The most critical issue in the plan was that the target they were targeting seemed to be the "Eastern District" in Backlund.

Klein, who didn't know Backlund well, still didn't understand the meaning of "East Side", so Klein was sincerely confused about 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 only three or four o'clock in the morning, but there are already so many people on the street..." Klein muttered, walking as fast as he could against the wall. As he walked, he quietly looked at the pedestrians in front of him.

What Klein was wearing was said to be night clothes, but in fact it was just a black suit that was easy for movement. Dressed like this, Klein's clothes that made him look old but not tattered did not attract anyone's attention. Therefore, the numb pedestrians around him did not avoid Klein's 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 as he watched, Klein felt frightened. The scene in front of me looks a bit shocking. The people walking on the street are workers wearing shabby clothes. Some people's skinny bodies are even wearing clothes that are not even covering their bodies.

Their faces were dull and numb in the dark night, like zombies in horror movies, dull and terrifying. Most of them had hungry looks on their faces, and some of them suddenly stopped while walking and fell directly to the ground.

Most of the people behind the fallen people paused slightly before stepping over. Some people's eyes flashed with light, and they immediately leaned down and began to search for items on the corpse. Klein suddenly felt a little unbearable, but he didn't care much and continued walking forward.

While walking, he saw in front of him a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with gray temples and wearing a thick jacket, shivering in place, and took out a cigarette and a cigarette from the inner pocket of his clothes. There are still more than half of the box of matches left in the box.

The middle-aged man gently lit his cigarette and took a deep breath. The cigarette in his hand burned away 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 bumped into him hard.

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 weren'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 be considered an old man because of his old appearance, something suddenly touched his heart: "Actually, I am a preparatory professor at the university. I am here. I plan to secretly investigate the situation in Backlund's East District - this is related to my topic. Why don't you go sit in a cafe on the side and tell me about the situation in the East District?"

It is said to be a cafe, but in fact this is an implicit term for the Loen people. To put it in more detail, this is a restaurant. But this place not only sells coffee, but also sells a variety of food. It is considered a relatively cheap restaurant in the East District of Backlund.

The tables and chairs here are quite greasy, and you can feel the cheap atmosphere at first glance. This middle-aged and elderly man was originally a little 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 the person in front of him who was obviously not of the same class as them.

When he saw Klein's face softening unconsciously, revealing some familiarity with the environment of the cafe here, the worries in his heart suddenly disappeared - he was able to hang out in Backlund's East End for such a long time. , naturally he has developed some skills in observing words and expressions.

The middle-aged and elderly man scratched his throat to hide his Adam's apple that was squirming due to the fragrance.

Klein motioned for him to sit down, and went to the ordering place. He ordered two large cups of tea, a plate of lamb stewed with tender peas, two loaves of bread, two pieces of toast, one portion of butter, and one portion of margarine, for a total of 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 inexplicably.

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

The middle-aged and elderly man wiped his eyes and said with a slightly choked voice:

"...You, you are really a kind person."

"Don't eat too hastily when you've been hungry for a long time," Klein warned.

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

The middle-aged man murmured to himself, but after Klein's reminder, he tried to slow down his eating speed and took a sip of tea from time to time. After a while, he finally eliminated the food in front of him and burped comfortably unconsciously.

"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."

"This is an unlucky thing. I was originally a fairly good 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 was some sadness in Old Kohler's words, but there was also nostalgia for the past and those sweet memories: "Like me, most of the homeless people here are 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..."

"Under such a vicious cycle, your body deteriorates. And for those young women, losing their jobs means having to work as street girls."

"Among the street girls in the East District, you can see the female tramps, the female workers and maids who have lost their jobs, and sometimes you can even see some down-and-out aristocratic 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, and the workers who enter there don't even know where they are. Therefore, I don't dare to join the factories in these alliances rashly." Old Kohler showed a bitter smile:

"Even though I'm living a very hard life now, at least I'm still alive. Being alive is better than anything else. Here, disappearance and death are no different."

At least he's still alive... Klein suddenly felt his heart stagnate, and his eyes suddenly felt a little sore. He looked at the window in front of him in silence, and saw faces with obvious signs of hunger. Some are still awake and are residents of the East End, while some are too numb and exhausted to be human, which is homeless people.

The boundary between the two is not clear. The former can transform into the latter at any time, just like Old Kohler, just like the people who once had a peaceful life as mentioned by Old Kohler. Under the hurricane of the times, Klein felt that these people were like reeds, easily blown to the ground.

As for the name of the so-called "Industrial and Commercial Alliance" mentioned by Old Kohler, Klein had seen it in the Aurora Society's information. The confidentiality of that information was very high, at least for those who were the divine envoys of the Aurora Society or above. Only the identity can be accessed, and the author of that information is Gao Wei Abraham.

Klein guessed that this matter may be what Gao Wei, a "fellow fellow", is trying his best to promote.

This also means...

Klein's eyes flickered and he began to think about the "missing worker case".

Why are these people missing? Is this matter the instruction of the Aurora Society, or is there someone doing some small tricks under the nose of the Aurora Society?

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

After a few minutes of silence, Klein went over to wake him up 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 - well, we can meet here for a while. Let's make an appointment. , let’s talk about other things about the East End.”

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."