Lord of the Mysteries

Old Kohler seemed to be a slightly afraid of her ferocity as he subconsciously took a step back.

“Liv, this is a detective, and he w-wishes to help you find Daisy.”

Liv’s wrinkled, peeling face turned to Klein and said coldly, “We’ve already made a police report.”

Although she was perhaps in her thirties, she looked to be in her fifties.

Klein looked around the room where many wet clothes hung. He vaguely remembered the last time he was here. There had been a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, carefully holding a crude homemade iron to iron the clothes which had wrinkled from being hung to dry. Her hands had been covered with burns.

She’s the “missing” Daisy… Klein looked back at the laundry maid, Liv, and said in a neutral tone, “Do you believe that the East Borough police will really be looking for Daisy?

“Are you sure the people who caused Daisy to go ‘missing’ wouldn’t cast their sights on your family?

“Do you wish to lose another daughter after losing one?”

When the cruel yet heart-wrenching words reached Liv’s ears, the indifferent expression on her face slowly crumbled. She turned agape, but she couldn’t say anything. The corners of her eyes gradually turned red.

She abruptly lowered her head and muttered to herself in pain and despair, “I don’t have any money…”

The room suddenly became silent. Even the sobbing girl didn’t make another sound.

Klein pursed his lips and let out a silent sigh.

“I occasionally do volunteer work, simply to help others. Heh heh, I haven’t done so in a long time, so please give me a chance.”

“Volunteer work?” Liv lifted her head and ruminated over the phrase.

Klein nodded slightly and answered, “The job will be done pro bono. No, it is not completely free either. Kindness will bring me great satisfaction.

“Since you have no other solutions, why not give it a try?”

Liv was silent for a moment. She raised her hand, which had wrinkled from being soaked in water for an extended period of time, wiped her eyes, and said in a low voice, “Mr. Detective, you… you really are a kind and good gentleman…”

Her voice suddenly became choked with sobs.

“… This was what happened—at midday before yesterday, at noon, Daisy delivered a load of washed laundry under Freja’s lead. It was just outside East Borough, and they needed to cross several streets.

“In order to rush back for lunch, Freja had chosen a secluded alley, but a momentary distraction left her realizing that Daisy, who had been following her, was gone.

“She retraced her route but never found Daisy, and Daisy hasn’t come back yet.

“Where did this happen, Freja?”

had already stood up, her eyes

here, right here in

replied without much of an

often carries? I can borrow a police dog. It has an excellent sense of smell and can

thought for a moment and said

shed tears. She felt as if the situation had turned into

she blinked and said,

“Daisy’s vocabulary book!”

book?” Old

make Freja and Daisy attend the free school at night. I can keep washing clothes, but they

good mother…

school would be free of charge and would even provide stationery and a certain amount of paper. It was

had the best academic progress, imbue them with the content for that day’s class, and then put them in charge of teaching the different classes. The teachers would supervise, correcting any mistakes. It was called a “tutorial

workers’ workshop, which were truly accessible to the poor, and one of

it was difficult for them to play

put together the vocabulary words she had copied and hugged them in her bed every day. She would wake up early and go out into the street to recite them under the

took out a stack of crumpled paper from under

it being in a humid environment for extended periods of time, the words that

of the sheets of paper were worn out, as though they had been

so-called vocabulary book, which had no binding at all, and

Klein answered

of items Daisy carried around all the time, it was something that had accompanied her all this while. Moreover, it had been projected with Daisy’s strong

book and said, “Then I’ll start

as Klein and Old Kohler leave, repeating the words “thank you,” “thank you,

especially those who have neither found new jobs nor become street girls, and pay more attention to those who have gone off

attention to your own safety. Ask less and listen more. If you do

Kohler

farewell. After hesitating for a moment, he asked with a tone full of expectation, “You’ll find

that I will do

Kohler sighed

so I’m very unwilling to

waved his hand and walked towards another

area at a leisurely pace, wrapping Daisy’s “vocabulary book” around the head of the cane and, without attracting

interference or misdirection… He looked

revelation, Klein went all the way out of East Borough

Iris Street, near Cherwood Borough and West Borough. It stopped in front of a house with a vast lawn, a

moment, Klein’s cane had fallen down inside the carriage and was aimed straight at that

window, Klein could see the guards patrolling inside the gates and ferocious dogs with

security inside was quite

his spiritual intuition made him sense

this place? How can Daisy’s disappearance involve such a dangerous place?Klein thought for a few seconds, then he told the carriage driver