Ryan asked tactfully and tentatively: "What does it mean that children are often kidnapped?"

"...This is what Miss Maria told us, telling us not to go out alone at night. We don't know the specific details, but it is true that many children and girls who can usually be seen have disappeared." The middle-aged and elderly man hesitated.

After a moment, he decided to tell the whole story to the two kind-hearted reporters in front of him, "There is an eleven-year-old pickpocket on the street next door. I had my shirt stolen by him, so I know where he usually sleeps. I haven't seen him in two days. What's the matter?"

The 18-year-old eldest daughter of the Ivey family in the alley also disappeared before. She has been missing for a long time and was sent back by Miss Maria a few days ago..."

"But we have to go out. It's only after six o'clock after dark. If we go back, we won't make enough money, and we won't be able to buy bread the next day..."

The middle-aged and elderly man did not say any more, but the implication was very simple: if they could not afford bread, they would not have the energy to work, and they might fall into a worse vicious cycle. Therefore, even if they knew that there were dangerous people wandering in the East District, they still could not

Don't go out and be separated from your children, otherwise you will soon starve to death in the place where you live or on the street.

Mike frowned, and the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper was the only sound between the three of them. Soon, he finished recording and spoke to the middle-aged and elderly man with a serious expression: "If you want to find out the whole story, this information is still available.

It’s far from enough, who else can provide information?”

The middle-aged and elderly men did not speak, their expressions were hesitant to speak, and their eyes looked behind them from time to time.

Klein looked back thoughtfully, and his heart skipped a beat: He saw the woman who had seen through his disguise at a glance when he came to the East District last time, sitting on the table behind them, with a plate in front of her.

Holding a sandwich and steaming coffee at hand.

"I'm Maria." The woman with black hair, blue eyes and a scar on her face looked at them unkindly. Her gaze stayed on Klein's face for a longer time. She felt that this person's aura was somewhat familiar.

"You are reporters? What are you here to investigate? If there is nothing important, please go back."

TBC

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Event - Card level - Start loading progress.

Suddenly I realized that I wrote the number of the previous chapter wrong! This chapter is actually 57! Ah!!!

*And my dear readers, please don’t give me any more rewards. Don’t give me any more rewards. I feel so guilty and nervous!!

And is this article originally a cool article? Isn't this article "About everyone thinking that I am pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger on earth. Only I know how insulting it is to be beaten around by a group of true gods" (?)

(After all, decline is not fun at all)
Chapter completed!