"Thank you very much, Mr. Exorcist. If anything happens to my poor Henry..." Tolkien thanked him all the time, and if Lu Li's face was not so calm, he would have hugged Lu Li to express his feelings.

"Five hundred shillings."

That is, until the Landward opening interrupts Tolkien.

A few minutes later, Lu Li emerged from the house with the 500 shillings Tolkien had paid.

A thin dark dress was standing in front of the door, making eyes at passers-by. Oliver turned his head in surprise at the sound of the door opening.

"You're just going to stand here?"

'Have you seen the ghost?

Their voices rang out simultaneously.

"Sort of." Lu Li replied that he naturally could not tell the true situation to tell Oliver this kind of people who make money by selling information.

"I don't know about the commissioning fee..." Oliver made a clear gesture, his hairy legs rubbing against each other.

A 50 shilling was handed to him and a steady voice said, "500 shillings, here's your part."

"That's great! Oliver gave a shout of joy and jumped on the spot, prompting several passers-by to flail up their skirts before walking quickly away with livid faces.

Holding the 50 shillings, Oliver gave Lu Li a heavy kiss and stared at her with an almost feverish look.

Lu left standing there, motionless, voice slightly cold: "If you dare to pounce I will let you go back naked."

"Just to show you the customs of Rodester Harbour, if you don't like it." Disappointed, Oliver thrust the money into his chest and clapped it again.

"Good, we can have bean stew tonight."

"You're not going to make up the arrears?" Lu Li put on his hat and walked down the steps to the other side of the street.

"Er..."

Oliver followed for a moment, suddenly recalling what Mrs. Slavic had told him before he left.

"Old... The boss! Are you free now?"

"What's the matter?" Lu left in front of the head did not return to the way.

"It is... I have a lot of commissions there. Would you like to come with me and get them?" Oliver gnashed his teeth and chose the former between Slavic lady and Lu.

"Just bring it over."

"But..." Oliver couldn't think of any other way to lure Lu away, so he decided to try and tell the truth. "But Mrs. Slavic wants to see you!"

"Mrs. Slavic?"

"The owner of our apartment, a..."

"I know who she is. I mean, why she wants to see me."

Oliver's mind whirled, and Hu made up a story. "She wanted to help me see what my new boss was like, huh! She wants what's best for me."

Lu Li, who was walking in front, stopped and turned to look at Oliver with her unique black eyes.

There was no emotion in those eyes, but Oliver felt the unbearable pressure to tell the truth.

But before Oliver could answer, Lu Li withdrew his eyes and walked on.

"Not today."

It was past noon and the clock in front of the wall said it was 1:30. For most local residents, afternoon meant "don't go too far from home" in case it was too late to get home when it got dark.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do, and here too.

The Slavic Lady Apartment in the Black Gold neighborhood is a long walk back and forth. Especially when Lu Li has more important things to do.

"Not today..." Oliver murmured, and his eyes lit up. 'Do you mean tomorrow?'

"Probably, if I'm safe tomorrow..."

Oliver did not catch the last word, which was almost a whisper to himself.

At the end of the street, two people separated from each other.

...

On Mariner Street, some of the food shops had opened their doors, and the smell was wafting out, blown away by the sea breeze.

Most people here eat only two meals a day: morning and afternoon.

They seldom eat in the evening.

A meal in the morning will give residents enough energy to work, and a meal in the afternoon will keep them from getting hungry before going to bed. The dinner? It's pointless and unnecessary. Only rich people or aristocrats eat three meals a day.

Freshly baked bread is put in the window at Mrs. Filin's Bakery. Most are hard bran breads without the bran removed, and soft breads made with small portions of refined flour.

Small children in ragged clothes, their faces sallow from malnutrition, gathered around the window, sucking greedily at the sound that floated from the bakery and swallowing.

It was still some time before the afternoon meal, and the bakery staff were baking bread for sale.

A figure in a black coat with a top hat entered the bakery, his long figure shielding part of the light outside.

The busy employee in the window raised his head and saw the figure take off his hat. He lit up and came over enthusiastically: "Mr. Lu Li, what do you want today?"

"Two pounds of soft bread." Lu Li said, thinking of something, adding, "Do they have bean stew here?"

"It's just bread here, but Mrs. Filin makes bean stew. I can ask Mrs. Filin if you want."

"That's too much trouble."

"You are very kind. Please wait a moment." The employee went to the back kitchen, said something, and returned to the window to take out the soft bread, which had just been baked and was still steaming, and put it into a paper bag.

'Mrs Filin will do it in a moment, and we'll send it to your detective agency. The bread is eight shillings, and the pea stew is twenty-three shillings. Thirty shillings will be fine."

Lu handed over the money, took the paper bag and turned to walk out of the bakery.

The children looked eagerly at Lu Li, fingers pulled dirty pants, as if in anticipation of something.

Standing in front of the bakery door, Lu waved to the group and opened the steaming paper bag.

"Wow!" he said.

The children cheered, but did not dare to get too close to dirty Lu Li expensive clothes, they carefully took Lu Li broke off a chunk of bread, crisp voice thanks.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu Li"

'You're a good man!

Some passing adults look with a smile, some and Lu Li has seen several neighbors friendly ridicule Lu Li in the heart.

The inhabitants of Mariner Street are warm and polite.

They did so not only because of Lu Li's special eyes and hair color, but also because of his status.

Lu Li is the only exorcist in the Mariner neighborhood, and like a doctor or scholar, everyone may need their help.

As for children, the reason for their enthusiasm is simple: Lui has been good to them.

Half the bread was handed out to the children, and Lu Li returned to the detective agency after a greeting.

Soon after, the bakery staff delivered the bean stew, and Lu was able to taste the spices.

Mrs. Filin obviously put a lot of thought into this stew.

Lu Li finished the bean stew and bread, washed the box and sent it back to the bakery, then returned to the desk of the detective agency.

Sitting in a chair, Lu is as motionless as a statue, quietly waiting for the arrival of the night.