The black cat Irene sat on the black box, raising her head proudly,
"We can finally live in a place with a private bathroom."
"No, this money cannot be touched for the time being. Before Hannah and I find jobs, this must be used as the family's emergency savings."
Locke put the black box away and put it in the closet in Hannah's room.
Irene showed a dissatisfied expression. It was not until Locke promised her to buy better ingredients and make more delicious dishes in the future that she calmed down Irene's mood and stopped her from controlling Locke's body to wash the public bathroom 100 times.
Lucy got into the private car, and the middle-aged bodyguard reminded her,
"Miss Lucy, please don't completely believe that person. He must have purposefully wanted to get close to you to investigate the Baker family so clearly."
"Uncle Jason, please don't say that. I hope this is the last time you speak ill of Mr. Locke, who was sent by the goddess to save us."
Lucy pinched the golden leaf pendant around her neck and silently began to look forward to it.
As a bodyguard, Jason didn't know how brilliant this plan was, but Lucy, who had been exposed to business since she was a child, knew that this was definitely a solution that only a genius could come up with.
At this time, Locke, who was in Old Tom's apartment, hurried out with the black cat before night fell.
Target, East End, Indus Street.
When he arrived at the Trey Bridge, Locke, who had always been frugal, took out the 30-meter carriage fee and got into the carriage, passing by the long Trey Bridge.
From this bridge, you can see the prosperous Wells District, the towering Cathedral of Life and the municipal building with dark blue as the main color from a distance, and further away is the magnificent Queen's District.
Crossing this bridge is like completing a class leap and heading towards a better new life.
No wonder 90% of the dreams in the West End are about moving to the East End, and the other 10% are about the destruction of the world.
"Look, the West End and the East End are really different. It's better to move to the East End as soon as possible and rent a manor to be more in line with my personality."
Erin stood on Locke's shoulder, meowing.
Locke chose to ignore it. If all the money was used to rent the manor, then his and Hannah's future would not be guaranteed.
The coachman sent Locke to Wells on the other side of Trey Bridge and said with a smile,
"Handsome gentleman, welcome your next visit and wish you a pleasant journey."
Despite his sweet mouth, Locke didn't tip him.
Locke and Irene got off the carriage and came to the brightly lit Wells District.
The Wells District is a paradise for the truly wealthy, and is the largest consumer destination in Kosolk. It is home to department stores, opera houses, casinos, rose theaters, and various specialized clubs.
The street lights here will light up at 6 o'clock, and even if there are no street lights, the lights of department stores and various stores are enough to illuminate this place into a sea of stars. These lights stay up all night, so people also call this place "Never Ending" of Wells".
The ground is covered with floor tiles printed with the Leaf of Life totem. The roads are four times wider than the Pat District. Rail trains, trackless trains, private cars and horse-drawn carriages form a unique landscape of busy traffic. The people coming and going are all dressed appropriately. clothing.
It is fashionable for ladies to hold up lace parasols that cannot block the rain, wear hats decorated with feathers, and wear long rococo-style skirts. The large white skin on the chest must be decorated with jewelry, otherwise it will be a waste to them. A symbol of dishonor.
Men tend to wear dark tuxedos, suits, or windbreakers, holding canes and bowler hats. A decent gentleman will also lead an aristocratic dog, Pulis, which symbolizes status.
Pulis are similar to the German Shepherds in Locke's previous life. They are loyal, trainable and obedient. It is said that the Queen has an entire guard equipped with this type of Pulis. For a while, raising Pulis has become a scientific trend. Salk's trend.
Locke walked among these decent people and felt the contemptuous looks from all directions.
This coat seemed relatively decent in the West End, but in the East End, it became a complete rag in people's eyes.
Some women even covered their noses, knowing that there was no odor on Locke.
Locke heard a lot of their stolen whispers in his ears.
"What a pity. He looks pretty good, but he is dressed so inappropriately."
"A rat from the West Side sewers? They reek of poverty."
Ignoring these comments, Locke saw the deserted Baker's Bakery. This bakery was five times the size of the surrounding bakeries, but its business was completely inferior to that of the small bakery next to it.
Locke knew that this was the fermentation effect of the drinking water pollution incident in the West District. If Mr. Baker did not take effective measures, the situation would probably be even worse.
While passing a clothing store, Erin suddenly tapped Locke on the shoulder with her furry paws.
"Aren't you going to buy a decent dress?"
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Locke looked at Erin suspiciously.
"Don't you think you are very conspicuous now?"
Erin reminded.
Locke looked around and found that there were indeed many unkind looks around him, especially the two sheriffs not far away.
In the West End, Locke is basically at home wherever he goes. Unfortunately, in the East End, he attracts too much attention wherever he appears.
With such a dress, there is a high probability that he will not even be able to get through the door of Woolf's high-end apartment.
Locke decided to follow Erin's advice and walked into the clothing store.
The clerk was a young girl with many freckles on her face. She looked at Locke with a smile.
"Do you need a coat?"
"Yes, Miss, I need a coat that is decent enough to enter Woolf's senior apartment."
Locke knew that he lacked knowledge in choosing clothes, so he took the initiative to ask the saleswoman for advice.
The smile of the young girl with freckles on her face became even brighter. She liked Locke's appearance and even more liked what he said from Locke's mouth.
Salespeople in clothing stores will not look down upon citizens who enter the store wearing shabby coats. It is precisely because they are ragged that they need to buy new clothes.
"If you are going to visit a friend in Woolf's high-end apartment, you must wear the latest woolen coat, and you must also have a top hat that symbolizes gentlemanly demeanor and a pair of white gloves. Your cane and pocket watch must also be at least It must be made of silver, otherwise the snobbish security guards at Woolf Apartments will definitely block your way. They are a bunch of idiots who only know how to judge people by their appearance."
The freckled girl was very talkative. She led Locke to the men's clothing section and selected a brown coat. "Guest, believe me, this dress is tailor-made for you."
Locke put on a brown coat, which really suited him well. Paired with Locke's handsome appearance, he vaguely felt like a rich man. Unfortunately, it was too high-profile. Locke rejected the freckled girl with a smile.
"I need something a little more low-key."
Locke laughed and said, "I'm actually a private detective."
The freckled girl immediately found a classic windbreaker for Locke based on his needs. It was still made of cashmere and was very comfortable and warm to wear.
Although it is not as beautiful as the brown coat, it is very practical because there are four pockets on the inside of the windbreaker, which are enough to hold a lot of things.
"How much does this cost?"
"2000 grams."
The freckled girl said with a smile.
2000 grams? Equivalent to one month’s salary of a female textile worker!
It's just such an ordinary-looking windbreaker, without the bowler hat, white gloves, cane and pocket watch that the freckled girl mentioned!
Locke looked at the black cat on his shoulder...
