Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

It was just dawning, and Klein put on another set of dark blue worker uniforms and a light brown peaked cap.

He left the room, walked down the stairs, and entered the street.

Klein did not return to No. 15 Minsk Street after he discovered the murderer using his "All Black Eyes" last night.

Instead, he slept directly in a one-bedroom apartment on Black Palm Street in the East End.

He was afraid that the murderer was looking for him everywhere, even though Olvia was an angel at home.

But Klein still didn't want to cause trouble to her.

At this time, pale white and yellowish mist filled the surroundings.

Pedestrians passing by could not see their faces clearly, and the early morning chill soaked into their clothes.

Klein lowered his head and hurried on, just like the pedestrians around him who got up early to work.

While walking, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties in front of him, with gray hair on his temples and wearing a thick jacket.

At this time, he was trembling in place and took out a cigarette and an empty box of matches from the inner pocket of his clothes.

As soon as he opened the matchbox, his right hand suddenly shook, and the crumpled cigarette fell to the ground and rolled in front of Klein.

Klein stopped, picked it up, and handed it to the other party.

"Thank you, thank you! This is my old friend, there are only a few left."

The middle-aged and elderly man thanked him sincerely and took the cigarette.

His face was pale and his beard looked like it had not been shaved for a long time.

The tiredness was unreservedly displayed from the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and he lamented and added:

"I haven't slept for another night. I don't know how many more days I can last."

"May the Lord bless me and allow me to enter the workhouse today."

Could this be the homeless Khan who was driven away?

Klein asked casually:

"Why don't the king and his ministers allow you to sleep in the park?"

"Who knows?"

"But in this kind of weather, if you sleep outside, you may never wake up again."

"It's better to go during the day. You can find a warmer place."

"Hey, this way I won't have time or energy to look for a job."

The middle-aged and elderly man lit the cigarette and took a long drag.

"Charlotte!"

Just when Klein was about to speed up and get rid of him, he suddenly heard someone calling his name in front of him.

Who is it?

Lawyer Jurgen?

The fog in front of him was gray, making it difficult for him to see the figure opposite.

Just when he was about to take a few steps quickly and walk in front of the other party.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw the middle-aged man who was talking bend down and pick up a black thing from the ground.

Klein took a closer look.

This appears to be a well-gnawed apple core.

The middle-aged and elderly man swallowed and stuffed the dirty, mud-covered core into his mouth.

He chewed it until it was pulpy, and then expertly ate it all without leaving any residue.

Seeing Klein's surprised gaze, he wiped his mouth, shrugged, and said with a bitter smile:

"I haven't eaten in almost three days."

These words suddenly hit Klein's heart and touched him indescribably.

He sighed silently and smiled:

"Sorry, I didn't introduce myself just now. I'm a reporter."

"I'm doing a report on homeless people. Can I interview you? Let's go to the cafe in front."

The middle-aged and elderly man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"No problem, it's much warmer inside than on the street."

"It would be better if you could stay a little longer after the interview so that I can sleep in there for half an hour, no, a quarter of an hour."

Klein opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

Just silently lead the "interview subject" into the cheap cafe at the corner of the street.

………………

The tables and chairs in the cafe are quite greasy because of the walls and windows inside.

There are also a lot of customers, and the average temperature is indeed much higher than on the street.

The middle-aged man was sitting opposite Klein and Olvia.

That’s right!

The person who just called Charlotte was Olvia.

As for why she appeared here, it was because Klein didn't come back all night.

Olvia was worried that something bad might happen to him, so she went out to look for him at dawn.

It was a coincidence that she followed the path to the crime scene and found Klein.

At this time, both Klein and Olvia were quietly listening to the middle-aged man's narration.

It turns out that I, this middle-aged man, was a fairly good worker with a wife and two lovely children, a boy and a girl.

But a few years ago, an infectious disease killed them, and the middle-aged man also stayed in the hospital for a long time.

Jobs lost, wealth lost, family lost.

Listening to this middle-aged man's experience, Olvia felt ridiculously sad.

She remembered the words of Old Kohler in the original novel——

"People like us are like straw in the field. When the wind blows, we will fall down. Even if there is no wind, we may fall down."

yes!

Middle-aged men are like straw, so why not themselves?

His wind is the disease, and his own wind is the spirit.

In this world with gods, there is no difference between me and these ordinary people.

They are all ants that the gods can kill easily.

Olvia turned to him and looked at Klein, who seemed to still be listening attentively. The guilty look in her eyes became a little thicker.

Olvia opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end not a word came out.

"From then on, I often couldn't find a job, had no money to rent a house, and had no money to eat."

"I could only wander around different streets and certain parks, which made me very weak, and it was even more difficult to find a job..."

The middle-aged man said numbly with a little aftertaste and sadness.

He took out a cigarette and lit it.

"There are only a few left."

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

"This is my last property, the only thing I had when I was kicked out by the landlord."

"Oh, you can't take them into the poorhouse, I will secretly hide them in the gaps of my clothes."

"Only when it's the most difficult time, I take it out and smoke one, so that I can have hope."

"I don't know how long I can hold on. Let me tell you, I was a good worker at the beginning."

Klein is not a professional reporter, and he didn't know what to ask.

He turned his head and looked out the window, and saw faces with obvious hunger.

Some were still sober, these were residents of the East District, and some were numb and tired, not like humans, these were homeless people.

There is no obvious gap between the two, and the former can easily become the latter, such as the gentleman in front of me...

Klein turned around and found that the middle-aged man had fallen asleep, curled up in a chair and fell 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 while, and waited for Klein and Olivia to leave the cafe.

He reacted and raised his voice:

"I will go to a cheap hotel to take a shower, have a good sleep, and then find a job."

Perhaps now in this man's heart, Klein is his lifesaver!

Haha!

Olivia laughed bitterly.

Where is my "lifesaver"?

Thanks to the recommendation of Strange Reader 1

Thanks to Mu Qingan for the recommendation