At this time, Jon noticed that a middle-aged man in blue workers' clothing who looked to be in his fifties or sixties was talking to Old Warren in the funeral home. Jon walked over. "Jon, maybe this Mr. Simon

I need your help." Old Warren said. As he said that, Old Warren introduced Mr. Simon, "This is Jon Snow, the undertaker in our shop." Mr. Simon had a smile on his face.

With obvious sadness. Seeing Jon's arrival, he said, "No, my child, she does not need an mortician, she only needs to sleep."

It is the job of the Church to let the dead rest in peace.

Jon's expression also became serious. He nodded slightly and drew the symbol of the goddess on his chest to express his blessing to the deceased.

Then, Jon planned to leave here. After all, they had already said that he did not need an undertaker, and he did not need to play the role now. There was no need for him to voluntarily groom the deceased for free when he saw the family members of the deceased coming over, as he had done when he first arrived.

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Just as Jon turned around, he heard Mr. Simon deny his words again:

"No, Monica always dresses herself neatly. She needs to leave neatly and decently."

Although looking at Mr. Simon's face, he is only in his fifties or sixties, his hair is basically completely white.

Now, Mr. Simon was shaking his head and talking to himself, with obvious hesitation on his face.

Jon was a little helpless and said, "Sir, two sulers will do."

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Jon had no choice but to say, "The minimum is one sole and five pennies."

If there was no money at all, then Jon would have no choice but to refuse to serve him.

This is a threshold. If he keeps grooming the deceased for free, I'm afraid he will be busy all day long.

"All right."

Finally, Mr. Simon, with hesitation, dug out a dozen banknotes from the inner pocket of his clothes.

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Jon gave him a confused look.

The change amounted to almost one gold pound.

This is not like the savings that an ordinary East End worker should have.

After all, the wages of ordinary workers cannot offset the rent and daily expenses.

Including the wages earned by the worker's wife who is constantly doing laundry or other work, and the two people's wages are added together, it is estimated that these families can barely reach a balance between income and expenditure.

"Let's go."

With that said, Jon asked him to lead the way, and the two of them walked towards Simon's house.

Since the journey was a bit long, he took Jon on a tramway.

Jon was looking at the "scenery" of the East End on the carriage and memorizing the route along the way.

Because Simon was in a low mood, Jon did not ask him about the details of the deceased along the way.

"Mr. Jon, we're here."

Mr. Simon took off the soft hat that was common among workers on his head, rubbed the messy, weed-like white hair on his head, and then put the hat on.

He forced a smile and said, "My scalp is a little itchy."

However, as he walked, Jon found that he was leading him towards the outskirts of the East District.

This made Jon wary.

He glanced at the middle-aged man, and Mr. Simon was also looking at him.

The two just looked at each other.

Jon knew that this middle-aged man must be hiding something from him, and he was not sure whether his guess was accurate.

However, Jon trusted his own instincts.

He did not continue to move forward, but stopped and looked at the middle-aged man.

"Where are you taking me?"

Hearing Jon's sudden inquiry, Simon was also surprised, and then he said with some embarrassment: "I don't know exactly. I just want to show you around. This is my hometown."

After listening to this, Jon looked around with some confusion.

"Oh, yes, it's very beautiful here."

Looking at everything in this countryside, Jon sighed.

Simon also smiled after hearing Jon's praise.

"Thank you, thank you for your compliment."

"Then, let's keep walking. There should be many tourist attractions nearby."

With that said, Jon took the lead and drove towards the distance.

Jon didn't want to waste time, so he rushed to his destination.

However, this middle-aged man seemed to have no intention of following him.

This made Jon a little confused.

He stopped, turned around, and asked, "Sir, why don't you come with us?"

Seeing Mr. Simon's hesitation, he added, "We're just going to take a look."

This addition made Mr. Simon hesitate a little, but he finally agreed.

The two of them continued walking forward.

At this time, Jon noticed that Mr. Simon's hands were constantly rubbing his chest, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his face was covered with beads of sweat.

At this time, Jon saw the scar on his wrist, which was so shriveled that there was no flesh left there.

"Sir, what's wrong with you? Do you need help?"

Jon asked worriedly.

Simon waved his hand.

He gasped hard and wiped the sweat from his forehead vigorously.

"I'm okay. I'm okay."

He answered with some difficulty, "I just keep thinking about the situation at home."

As he spoke, he took out his phone.

"The number you dialed is unavailable."

"Yeah?"

Mr. Simon muttered to himself, "That's really no problem."

After saying that, he continued walking forward.

Seeing his appearance, Jon didn't know what to do.

He was too embarrassed to ask how his injury was.

However, in his opinion, this Mr. Simon does not seem to be a bad person.

Jon decided to wait until the body was found. He also wanted to see if he could heal a dying person.

He glanced at Mr. Simon walking in front of him, and then at Miss Moria next to him.

Jon decided to give up tracking Mr. Simon for the time being. After all, he met him by chance. He didn't know what kind of person he was, but since he was a worker in the East District, he should be a respectable person.

"What's wrong with you? Mr. Jon."

At this time, Miss Moria next to her saw the solemn expression on Jon's face and couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing, I just saw something interesting."

With that said, Jon continued to move forward. He hoped to encounter an autopsy as soon as possible during the next trip, and perhaps there would be new discoveries.

But unfortunately, he and Miss Moria walked until dusk and didn't see any bodies.

Jon was a little disappointed.

He took a look at the sky and saw that it was already a little dark.

He decided to find a hotel to rest for the night before continuing his investigation tomorrow.

"Simon, I think we can stay here for the night." Jon suggested.

Moria nodded.

She knew Jon must be tired.

Jon took off his backpack, took out two sheets from the backpack, and spread them on the ground. He also took out a chair, placed it on the ground, and then lay down on it. He looked at Moriah who looked confused.

Miss, smiled and said.

"Sit down, let's make do with it tonight."

Moria didn't hesitate and sat directly on the chair, took a look at Jon's backpack, and then started to rummage through things.
To be continued...