Mystery: The Transcendental Path From Angels

　　 As soon as the sky was dark, Klein changed into another dark blue worker uniform and wore a light brown peaked cap.

　　 left the room, went down the stairs, and entered the street.

　　 Klein did not return to 15 Minsk Street after spotting the murderer with the "All Black Eye" last night.

　　 Instead, he slept directly in a bedroom on Black Palm Street in the East Side.

　　 He was afraid that the murderer was looking for him everywhere, although there was an angel lord Orvia at home.

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

　　 At this time, a pale and yellow mist filled the surroundings.

　　The passing pedestrians can't see their faces, and the morning chill is soaked in the clothes.

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

　　While walking, he saw a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s with white temples and wearing a thick jacket.

　　 was stepping on the spot constantly trembling, and tremblingly took out a cigarette and a very empty box of matches from the inner pocket of his clothes.

　　 Just 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 his footsteps, picked it up smoothly, and handed it to the opponent.

　　 "Thank you, thank you! This is my old buddy, there are few left."

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

　　 His face is blue and white, and his beard seems to have not been shaved in a long time.

　　 The meaning of exhaustion unreservedly unfolded from the corners of the eyebrows and eyes, sighing and adding:

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

　　 "I hope the Lord will bless me so that I can enter the workhouse today."

　　 Is this the stray sweat being driven away?

　　 Klein asked casually:

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

　　 "Who knows?"

　　 "But in such weather, sleeping outside, you may never be able to wake up again."

　　 "Daylight is better, you can find a warmer place."

　　 "Hey, so I don't have time and energy to find a job."

　　 The middle-aged man lit his cigarette and took a nice sip.

　　 "Charlotte!"

　　 Just as Klein was about to accelerate to 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 so grey that he couldn't see the figure on the other side.

　　 just when he planned to take a few steps quickly and walk in front of the opponent.

　　 But at this moment, he suddenly saw the talking middle-aged man bending down and picking up a dark object from the ground.

　　 Klein took a closer look.

　　 This seems to be a clean apple core.

　　 The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and stuffed the dirty soil-covered core into his mouth.

　　 I bite so much, and then ate all of it skillfully, without leaving a trace.

　　 Looking at Klein's surprised gaze, he wiped his mouth, shrugged, and smiled bitterly:

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

　　 These words suddenly hit Klein's heart, leaving him with an unspeakable touch.

　　 He sighed silently and smiled:

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

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

　　 The middle-aged and old man was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled:

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

　　 "If you can finish the interview, stay for a while, so that I can sleep in it for half an hour, no, a quarter of an hour, that would be even better."

　　 Klein opened his mouth, he didn't know how to answer.

　　 just silently led the "interviewee" into the cheap cafe on the street.

　　………………

　　The tables and chairs in the cafe are quite greasy, due to the walls and windows inside.

　　 There are also many customers, and the average temperature is indeed higher than many on the street.

　　 The middle-aged man is sitting opposite Klein and Olbia.

　　 That's right!

　　 The person just named Charlotte is Olbia.

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

　　 Olbia was worried that he would be unpredictable, so Mengmengliang came out to look for it.

　　 It's a coincidence that she followed the road to the crime scene, but she didn't find Klein.

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

　　 It turns out that this middle-aged man is a pretty good worker. I have a wife and two lovely children, a boy and a girl.

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

　　 Lost job, lost wealth, lost family.

　　 Olbia listened to this middle-aged man's experience, and she felt absurdly sad in her heart.

　　 She remembered the words of Old Kohler in the original book--

　　 "People like us are like stalks in the ground. When the wind blows, they will fall. Even if there is no wind, they may fall.”

Yes!

　　Middle-aged men are straws, so why not?

　　 His wind is sickness, and his own wind is god.

　　 In this world with gods, I am no different from these ordinary people.

　　 is an ant that the gods can easily kill.

　　 Olbia turned him to look at Klein, who seemed to be listening carefully, and the look of guilt in her eyes became stronger.

　　 Olbia opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't utter a word.

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

　　 "I can only wander in different streets and certain parks, which makes me very weak and it is more difficult to find a job..."

　　 The middle-aged and old man said numbly with a little aftertaste and sadness~www.novelmt.com~ He took out his cigarette and put it on.

　　 "There are few sticks left."

　　 The middle-aged and old man smiled bitterly.

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

　　 "Oh, you can't bring them into the workhouse. I will hide them in the gaps in my clothes."

　　 "Only when it's the hardest time, I take one out and inhale one to give myself hope."

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

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

　　 He turned his head and looked out the window, and saw faces that were obviously hungry.

　　Some are still sober. These are residents of the Eastern District. Some are as numb and exhausted as humans. These are homeless people.

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

　　 Klein turned around, only to find that the middle-aged and old man fell asleep, curled up in a chair and fell asleep.

　　 After a few minutes of silence, Klein went over to wake up the opponent and gave him a handful of copper pennies:

　　 "This is the interview fee."

　　 "Okay, okay, thank you, thank you!"

　　 The middle-aged and elderly man did not recover for a while, waiting for Klein and Olbia to leave the cafe.

　　 He only reacted before raising his voice:

　　 "I will go to a cheap hotel to take a shower, get a good night's sleep, and then look for work."

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

Ha ha!

　　 Olbia gave a wry smile.

　　 Where is his "savior"?