Oliver, from Belfast. Like most orphans, he has only a first name. Like most residents, he has never left the place where he was born in his life.

Not because home was here. He was an orphan. Home was just a distant concept to him.

"Well, it's home. I have a sister, uh... No blood connection. I picked it out of a trash can. In fact, a few days before I picked her up, I decided to try my luck outside."

On the day of meeting with Lu Li, Oliver answered so in the face of questioning.

Lu Li knew he was selling miserably and tried to make himself feel pity and hire him in this way. Oliver said he had just turned 20 and his sister would not be an adult for another four years.

Which means Oliver was just 4 when he got his sister back.

The four-year-old wanted to go outside.

Lu Li did not expose Oliver innocuous lies, quietly listen to him tell his life story.

In any case, whether or not Oliver really wanted to leave Belfast, he didn't. Instead, he took on the role of a big brother to take care of his sister.

Oliver gives a short but touching account of what it was like to be a brother and sister when they were young -- and he's said it a lot.

Oliver was a slight man, just over six feet tall, because he was often hungry. He was a gang member for a long time. His nickname back then was Skinny.

As expected.

Oliver followed the boss at that time mixed gangs for a few years, in sure that they don't say when the boss, even the small head of the position after sneaking away, heart decided not to let his sister go their own way.

There is no one who does not want to go up, except the people who are already high.

Oliver decided to send his sister to school. He took a risk and managed to scrape up the money to send her to a school in Belfast.

It was clear that the tuition was not just a one-time payment, and Oliver had to find a way to feed and clothe his sister. So he had to feed his sister's little seedling before it could grow into a big tree and shelter his brother.

Oliver was a fisherman, a coolie, a gang boy, a beggar, a pickpocket, and even sold his ass twice -- even though Lu Li didn't ask him deeply, he said he would never do it again, and the shadow of the second time was terrible -- unless he could choose his own customers.

Three days ago, with their own contacts to inquire about a new detective agency in the sailor block, Oliver uninvited appeared at the door, trying to recommend their own information to Lu Li how informed. And said that as long as Lu Li wants, he can even find out what color Joseph Baron's underwear is today.

Lu Li is not interested in the color of the baron's underwear, but he is curious to know the background of the world and why he should stay in the light after dark.

"Can you elaborate?"

"No."

"Ok. Close the door, please, from the outside."

"Please, my sister is beautiful!" Oliver pleaded loudly and talked about how hard it was for him to take care of his sister.

Lu Li decided to hire him to give it a try.

There is no labor contract, rather than using employment to describe the relationship between two people, the transaction is more appropriate.

Oliver helps Lu Li to find the entrusted, entrusted to deal with the money Oliver can share ten percent. If Lu Li wants to inquire or investigate anything, he needs to pay a fee to Oliver.

Judging by the last few days, Oliver's not doing too bad.

What Lu Li didn't know was that Oliver was losing money.

Lu Li came to the world on the first day, first of all to find out where is here, and then open the phone to sell to collectors, in exchange for a house, an identity and some money, determine the direction of the establishment of a detective agency, the right to investigate around. This was done just a morning ago. At noon Oliver appeared, the two sides agreed to cooperate, and Oliver went back to look for the commission.

Counting today, a total of four days, Oliver ran around using relations to find 15 commissions, Lu Li completed four, income 30 shillings, because one of the commissions Lu Li saw the client was too poor to charge the commission.

At first glance it looks good, about the same as a 10-hour day worker.

But Oliver's income was three shillings.

Three shillings in four days, more than he could have earned by begging, and Oliver's argument for continuing was simple: investment.

Oliver had met many people, tramps, sailors, nobles, professors, dying minstrels, and he could boast that he could name half the inhabitants of Port Rhodes. But he had never seen eyes the color of the deep sea.

He felt that the land will not be a nameless existence.

So Oliver has to pull out all the stops to make Lu Li understand his value.

"Is that why you appear before me like this?"

About good meeting place, Lu from slightly frown.

In front of him, Oliver, dressed in heavy makeup and wearing a dress he had stolen from somewhere, fitted him unexpectedly. But it looks weird. Oliver's brown bread skin makes him look like a monkey dressed in human clothes.

"As an informant, it's necessary to have many faces," Oliver chuckled, covering his mouth.

"Or just because you have a thing for women's clothes."

"Hate ~ dead ghost ~ hum ~" Oliver gently stamped his foot, coquettish sound.

The streets were scattered and passers-by stayed away.

"Tell me about the client." Lu Li complexion calm, do not want to talk about Oliver why dressed like this to meet.

"The client's name is Ahem Bradley Tolkien," Oliver said in a tingling tone.

"Speak in English."

"The client's name is Bradley Tolkien." Oliver recovered his original form and told Lu Li the details: "Tolkien is a second mate of a fishing boat, his little son suddenly stopped eating a few days ago and talked all day long. Tolkien goes to another exorcist, learns that the young son may be possessed by a spirit, but the other exorcists offer too much and Tolkien hesitations. Boss, if your commission fee is not more than 300 shillings, there is a good chance that you will be commissioned by Tolkien now."

"What do you think?" Lu Li asked Oliver, only from a few words to see Lu Li can not judge this is a supernatural event or a common disease.

Oliver righted the straps that had fallen off. "I'm not going in ANYWAY."

38 Ward Street, the residence of Bradley Tolkien. Tolkien was delighted with Lu's presence, not only because his youngest son was saved, but also because he could save a lot of money on commissioning fees.

Mr. Tolkien, with a mixture of enthusiasm and concern, led Lu to his youngest son's door and pushed it open.

The smell of abomination hung in the air, and whispers echoed from corner to corner of the room.

On the bed, pale and flat, his youngest son Henry looked cold.

"I'm going to leave."

Lu Li didn't want to turn around and walk out of the room.