Mystery: The High-Dimensional Overlooker

"Bang bang bang!"

With several gunshots, Rosago completely lost his voice.

……

"May our compatriots rest in peace with the Lord." The rain was pouring down, and Mr. Z, wearing the black robe he wore most often, stood next to a newly erected grave. The rain had already wet Mr. Z's robe and flowed down his handsome but somewhat feminine face.

This is the funeral of the Bishop of Rose who was killed by Rosago.

"May our fellow citizens rest in peace with the Lord."

All the secret praying and listening people behind Mr. Z bowed together, paying tribute to the sacrificed Rose Bishop. His name was destined to remain unknown, because before the true Creator awakened, he was also a thoroughly evil person. In other words, after reading the Lord's latest holy book, almost everyone in the Aurora Society believed themselves to be guilty, even the five great saints were no exception.

They had previously misunderstood the Lord's meaning and committed evil deeds. According to a sociological survey by an unknown outsider, 90% of the members of the Aurora Society consider themselves ungodly. Impiety is the greatest sin.

"Brother, I remember you."

Mr. Z lowered his head and spoke to the tombstone in front of him, "Before your death, you worked for our Backlund Workers' Association. You helped over eighty workers defend their rights. You even applied to us to adopt an orphaned child, but due to the unique nature of your work, we didn't approve your application."

"You died fighting the villains. I hope you can rest in peace by the Lord's side."

Mr. Z put down a bouquet of flowers and stood silently in the rain to mourn. Klein stood under the eaves of the manor, looking at the heavy rain in front of him in confusion. He asked Gao Wei, who was sitting on the steps next to him:

"Gaowei, he's dead."

"Yes, he's dead." Gao Wei nodded, casually holding his watch. He recognized the Rose Bishop. Before, when he came back, this "Rose Bishop" had honestly "betrayed" Mr. Z's desire to eat for free.

"I remember that he was a good man... When I was in the Aurora Society, I could often see him teaching the workers to protect their own interests."

"Yes, in this era, such a character is rare." Gao Wei said to Klein in front of him. He closed the watch in his hand and looked at Klein beside him: "But just relying on From this, can you judge that he is a good person?"

"I'm not sure, but what I saw about him is this kind of person - the things he did are all real." Klein said frankly, but he still felt confused in his heart. He naturally knew that people's personalities were diverse, but for Bishop Rose, who was familiar with him, to die so simply because he was affected by the battle, Klein couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

"Don't trust others easily, Klein." Gao Wei shook his head: "He did save many people and helped many people solve their life problems after the True Creator woke up. Do you know his past?"

"He once confessed to me that he killed many innocent people. Many of them were the elderly, children, and even pregnant women." Gao Wei said lightly: "The members of the Aurora Society are all a group of unforgivable people. .Why are you sad for him?"

"I..." Klein was stunned for a moment and opened his mouth: "Sorry, I need to think about it."

"It's okay, you still have plenty of time. However, I still have to go find the mastermind behind this tonight. We need to do it quickly, otherwise we'll likely be exposed to the Church of Storms. As for you, since you're still Sequence Eight, you don't have to go."

Gao Wei smiled at Klein and walked toward the back. Klein remained silent, and finally sat down on the steps of the manor.

However, the question that emerged in his heart was not about the dead Bishop Rose.

"Old Gao..." Klein had some doubts from the bottom of his heart: "Mr. Z told me before that you usually have a good relationship with the Extraordinaries of the Aurora Society, especially the Extraordinaries of Sequence Six and above..."

"Mr. Z is sad because his compatriots died. His expression is sad - well, this expression is not fake."

While analyzing the expressions on the faces of each member of the Aurora Society, Klein felt sincerely confused:

"But why don't I see such an expression on your face?"

At this moment, Klein was somewhat eager to obtain the extraordinary items from the "audience" path, so as to decipher the secrets of his fellow villagers. Thinking of the previous cooperation between the Aurora Society and the Witch Sect, more doubts emerged in Klein's heart.

……

"Kleon is suspicious of us."

In the curtained courtyard, a huge eyeball said to everyone around him. A dead-looking Gao Wei looked at the mountains of light curtains in front of him with despair: "Isn't it strange that he doesn't have any doubts? According to the plan we made, these two events combined are enough to make him produce I’m confused——”

Gao Wei, the other man in a white coat, adjusted his glasses and said coldly: "It would be better to say that if Klein didn't doubt us, we would start preparing to run away - this might be Tianzun awakened part of his consciousness because of our arrival, and put a blindness and foolishness on Klein's face."

"But we don't know everything," another high-dimensional figure in work clothes interrupted. "I just checked the condition of our source substance. Guess what I found?"

"Oh? What did you find?" Scholar Gao Wei pushed up his glasses with interest.

"Nothing was found," he said. "Apart from the few authorities we wanted to accommodate, there are no other problems!"

"..." Scholar Gao Wei pushed up his glasses, turned around and said to Gao Wei, who was looking down at him: "I suggest throwing him out to feed the original hunger. The original hunger should be very happy."

Seeing Gao Wei looking down, he hesitated, and Gao Wei in work clothes panicked for a moment: "Hey, don't do it, don't do it. In fact, I have discovered something!"

"Speak." Programmer Gao Wei asked "himself" with a deadpan expression. Worker Gao Wei touched his chin and said slowly:

"One question, I found that our Sefirot is compatible with the Wilderness of Knowledge, and at the same time it can fit in with the paths of the 'Omniscient and Almighty One' and the 'Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun'. And after the war when we first revived, we could probably be regarded as Sefirot Incarnate?"

"Guess, just a guess..."

“What the hell are we now?”

Chapter 58 Old Kohler

"It's not important." The high-dimensional overlooker replied calmly: "We are 'high-dimensional overlookers', this is a matter of course."

"This has been true from the time we traveled to this world to now."

……

When Klein saw Gao Wei and Mr. Z walking out of the door, preparing to hunt down Ambassador Intis, he quietly changed into clothes that were easy for movement and slipped out under the cover of night.

Klein still vaguely felt that something was wrong with Gao Wei and Aurora Club's attitude towards Backlund, and was ready to investigate on his own. By coincidence, not only Mr. Z but also Gao Wei had left his side today. Now was a good time to secretly investigate the true purpose of the Aurora Society.

In the plans about the "Witch Sect" and "Aurora Society" that Klein had previously looked up in the internal information of the Aurora Society, Klein discovered a key node in the content of the plan - in the plans of the Witch Sect The most critical issue in the plan was that the target they were targeting seemed to be the "Eastern District" in Backlund.

Klein, who didn't know Backlund well, still didn't understand the meaning of "East Side", so Klein was sincerely confused about the purpose of the Aurora Society.

Wearing a pitch-black night suit, Klein leaped from the Aurora Club's manor wall with the agility of a cat. He landed on the still damp soil from the rain and, fully unleashing his Joker's extraordinary abilities, leaped out with a lightness of body.

After a battle and the simple funeral of the fallen "Rose Bishop," the deepest darkness had already passed. The sky began to lighten slightly, a pale yellow mist filled the air, the figures of people passing by were blurred, and the chill of the early morning seeped into the clothes.

"It's only three or four o'clock in the morning, but there are already so many people on the street..." Klein muttered, walking as fast as he could against the wall. As he walked, he quietly looked at the pedestrians in front of him.

What Klein was wearing was said to be night clothes, but in fact it was just a black suit that was easy for movement. Dressed like this, Klein's clothes that made him look old but not tattered did not attract anyone's attention. Therefore, the numb pedestrians around him did not avoid Klein's prying eyes.

Because in those dark alleys, more and more unscrupulous prying eyes are looking at the pockets of these passers-by. They just cover their pockets and continue to walk forward hurriedly.

But as he watched, Klein felt frightened. The scene in front of me looks a bit shocking. The people walking on the street are workers wearing shabby clothes. Some people's skinny bodies are even wearing clothes that are not even covering their bodies.

Their faces were dull and numb in the dark night, like zombies in horror movies, dull and terrifying. Most of them had hungry looks on their faces, and some of them suddenly stopped while walking and fell directly to the ground.

Most of the people behind the fallen people paused slightly before stepping over. Some people's eyes flashed with light, and they immediately leaned down and began to search for items on the corpse. Klein suddenly felt a little unbearable, but he didn't care much and continued walking forward.

While walking, he saw in front of him a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, with gray temples and wearing a thick jacket, shivering in place, and took out a cigarette and a cigarette from the inner pocket of his clothes. There are still more than half of the box of matches left in the box.

The middle-aged man gently lit his cigarette and took a deep breath. The cigarette in his hand burned away a little, and the smoke was sucked back from his nose, which made his tired mind clearer. But at this moment, a young man suddenly emerged from the blind spot of his vision and bumped into him hard.

The man screamed and the things on his body fell all over the ground. The young man wanted to grab something scattered on the ground and run away, but a strong hand grabbed his wrist in time.

"what!"

The young man exclaimed, glaring fiercely at Klein. Upon realizing the man holding him was much stronger than he was, he quickly shook off Klein's hand and ran into the alley.

Klein exhaled deeply, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable. The middle-aged man stood up somewhat awkwardly and thanked Klein in front of him repeatedly:

"Thank you, thank you. If it weren't for you, my food would have been taken away. If I didn't eat today, I probably wouldn't be able to find a job in the future!"

The man wanted to shake Klein's hand, but when he saw his mud-covered hand about to touch Klein's clean hand, he froze for a moment and withdrew his hand awkwardly: "Sorry, sir..."

He was a little worried that the man in front of him, who was dressed in old clothes but was obviously much better off than them, would feel offended.

"It's okay." Klein sighed. Looking at this man who could be considered an old man because of his old appearance, something suddenly touched his heart: "Actually, I am a preparatory professor at the university. I am here. I plan to secretly investigate the situation in Backlund's East District - this is related to my topic. Why don't you go sit in a cafe on the side and tell me about the situation in the East District?"

It is said to be a cafe, but in fact this is an implicit term for the Loen people. To put it in more detail, this is a restaurant. But this place not only sells coffee, but also sells a variety of food. It is considered a relatively cheap restaurant in the East District of Backlund.

The tables and chairs here are quite greasy, and you can feel the cheap atmosphere at first glance. This middle-aged and elderly man was originally a little worried that the atmosphere here would make the "professor" in front of him feel uncomfortable, so he was still trying to figure out the expression of the person in front of him who was obviously not of the same class as them.

When he saw Klein's face softening unconsciously, revealing some familiarity with the environment of the cafe here, the worries in his heart suddenly disappeared - he was able to hang out in Backlund's East End for such a long time. , naturally he has developed some skills in observing words and expressions.

The middle-aged and elderly man scratched his throat to hide his Adam's apple that was squirming due to the fragrance.

Klein motioned for him to sit down, and went to the ordering place. He ordered two large cups of tea, a plate of lamb stewed with tender peas, two loaves of bread, two pieces of toast, one portion of butter, and one portion of margarine, for a total of 17.5 penny.

"Eat first. Only after you're full can you tell me in detail about the East District." Klein had previously seen the breakfast that the middle-aged man had picked up from the ground. It was just a rough piece of black bread - this kind of food probably couldn't fill an adult's stomach.

Klein felt some pity inexplicably.

He was afraid that the poor man in front of him would not accept it, and he emphasized specifically: "You may have a long time to sit here and tell me about the East District in detail today, so please be sure to keep your spirits up. This investigation is very important to my report. importance."

The middle-aged and elderly man wiped his eyes and said with a slightly choked voice:

"...You, you are such a kind person."

"Don't eat too hastily when you've been hungry for a long time," Klein warned.

"I know, an old friend of mine died like this..."

The middle-aged man murmured to himself, but after Klein's reminder, he tried to slow down his eating speed and took a sip of tea from time to time. After a while, he finally eliminated the food in front of him and burped comfortably unconsciously.

"I haven't eaten this full in a long time." The middle-aged man said comfortably, "Professor, please ask any questions you want. I will do my best to answer any questions I can."

"I understand." Klein nodded and took out a piece of paper and pen from his belongings, ready to start taking notes. "First question, sir, what's your name? Um... you don't look like a homeless person."

"My name is Kohler, you can just call me Old Kohler." The man who called himself Old Kohler smiled bitterly. "Professor, you may not know this place well, but most people here didn't become homeless by choice. Maybe my expression is a little strange, but what I mean is that most, well, the vast majority of people had stable jobs to begin with."

"This is an unlucky thing. I was originally a fairly good worker with a wife and two lovely children, a boy and a girl."

"But a few years ago, an infectious disease took them away, and I was hospitalized for a long time. I lost my job, my wealth, and my family. Since then, I have often been unable to find a job, had no money to rent a house, and no money to eat. I could only wander different streets and certain parks. This made me very weak, and it was even more difficult to find a job..."

There was some sadness in Old Kohler's words, but there was also nostalgia for the past and those sweet memories: "Like me, most of the homeless people here are like me, because they lost their jobs. Don't wander outside. Once you start wandering, you can't find a job; if you can't find a job, you can only continue to wander..."

"Under such a vicious cycle, your body deteriorates. And for those young women, losing their jobs means having to work as street girls."

"Among the street girls in the East District, you can see the female tramps, the female workers and maids who have lost their jobs, and sometimes you can even see some down-and-out aristocratic ladies... Haha, only in this kind of Only then can I feel that they are no different from us.”

He smiled somewhat sadly. "But this kind of situation seems to have become less common recently. Ever since several factories owned by nobles joined an organization called the 'Industrial and Commercial Alliance', the workers who can enter the organization have been treated slightly better. Even if they get sick, they will receive a small subsidy and can find new jobs afterwards. At least, at least they won't be like me, unable to find long-term stable employment..."

"It's just that some factories in this alliance seem to behave more excessively, and the workers who enter there don't even know where they are. Therefore, I don't dare to join the factories in these alliances rashly." Old Kohler showed a bitter smile:

"Even though I'm living a very hard life now, at least I'm still alive. Being alive is better than anything else. Here, disappearance and death are no different."

At least he's still alive... Klein suddenly felt his heart stagnate, and his eyes suddenly felt a little sore. He looked at the window in front of him in silence, and saw faces with obvious signs of hunger. Some are still awake and are residents of the East End, while some are too numb and exhausted to be human, which is homeless people.

The boundary between the two is not clear. The former can transform into the latter at any time, just like Old Kohler, just like the people who once had a peaceful life as mentioned by Old Kohler. Under the hurricane of the times, Klein felt that these people were like reeds, easily blown to the ground.

Klein had seen the name of the so-called "Industrial and Commercial Alliance" mentioned by Old Kohler in the Aurora Society's documents. The confidentiality of that document was very high, and only those with the status of a God's Messenger or above of the Aurora Society could read it. The author of that document was Gao Wei Abraham.

Klein guessed that this matter may be what Gao Wei, a "fellow fellow", is trying his best to promote.

This also means...

Klein's eyes flickered and he began to think about the "missing worker case".

Why are these people missing? Is this matter the instruction of the Aurora Society, or is there someone doing some small tricks under the nose of the Aurora Society?