Ahem!

Mike Joseph took out his handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed several times.

The fog in the factory area is thicker than other places, with yellowish in the air, as if dust is floating, and occasionally it will emit a choking and pungent smell, which makes it unbearable for the reporter who has long been used to the Beckland air.

He turned his head and said to Klein, who was also coughing low:

"I have always supported the government in establishing the Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee and supporting the establishment of the Alkaline Prosecutor, but I only realized today that the problem is so serious."

"If effective measures are not taken, it may lead to a tragedy in the future." Klein tried hard to open his blocked nose.

Perhaps it would cover the entire Beckland in the mist with a distance of sight of no more than five meters, and the evil god might have come or been born in such a scene... He added silently.

Old Kohler didn't understand their conversation very much, cleared his throat with thick phlegm, led the reporters and detectives to bypass the guards and sneak into a lead-white factory.

The main place is female workers, who are busy without any protection, and there is obvious dust in the factory.

Looking at the "little particles" floating in the air, Klein seemed to see poison gas, and the young women without masks were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to Tingen, and back to the process of helping Sir Deville deal with his resentment.

He seemed to have witnessed the future of female workers here. Some of them had a thrust in their heads, some had blurred vision, some became hysterical, some had a blue line in their gums, and eventually, they either became blind or died soon.

It's like a large bloody sacrifice ceremony, but the goal is the flashing symbol of money... If the Aurora will, the Rose School and other cults can make good use of similar things, just like Lärus did, the problem will be big... Klein covered his mouth and nose and stared quietly.

Mike Joseph whispered in shock and angrily:

"How can this be done?"

"How can they do this?"

"Some time ago, various newspapers and magazines have focused on discussing lead poisoning, but they are not prepared at all?"

"I can't even bear to bear a mask?"

“These factory owners are murdering!”

He is such a righteous journalist. Although he is not young, his style is relatively stingy, and his acting skills are quite outstanding, he still retains his original intention... But how could he understand the situation of lead poisoning so much? By the way, I forgot that I asked Sir Deville to widely publicize the harm of lead poisoning in various newspapers and magazines... He seems to have done a good job, but for some people, what is the matter of killing one or two of the lower parishes? Some are people waiting for job opportunities! Klein thought heavily.

As a senior journalist, Mike did not lose his mind. After quietly observing and asking several shift workers, he left the lead-white factory.

Later, they entered one factory after another, and were left with no discussion because of the dirty environment inside and the high-intensity labor of people.

As noon approached, Klein suddenly found that there were many people gathering outside a factory ahead, mainly women. They were shouting something excitedly and trying to rush inside.

"What happened?" Mike asked Old Kohler in confusion.

Old Kohler also looked puzzled:

"I'll go over and ask."

He trotted outside the factory and scrambled into the crowd. After several minutes, he returned to Klein and Mike.

"They want to smash those new machines!" Old Kohler breathed and said the key points first.

"Why?" Mike was not responsible for similar news before. He didn't know much about it, but Klein vaguely guessed the reason.

Old Kohler pointed to the factory and said:

"This is a textile factory. They want to switch to the latest textile machine, and the number of people in charge of the operation will also decrease. It seems that, it is said that one third of the workers are going to fire!"

"The female workers want to smash the machine and get their jobs back, otherwise, they may not be able to survive or they can only be street girls."

Mike opened his mouth. Judging from his lips, he vaguely wanted to say "stupid", but in the end he didn't say anything, just looked over there silently, and didn't even get close.

"Go back, I've done almost the same investigation and interview." Mike sighed a long time later.

The three of them immediately turned around and headed towards the outsider in the factory area, silent all the way, no one spoke.

When they were about to part, Mike glanced at Klein and said in a low voice:

"You said, if you close out the lead-white factories that are not protected, or bring their bosses to court, can those women find something else to do?"

Klein thought about it seriously and said:

"If it were just a few, it would be no big problem, but some female workers might endure hunger and cold while looking for other jobs and gradually lose their labor force because they had no savings at all."

"If you shut down too much in a short time, and if you passively lose your job after applying a new textile machine, it would be a disaster."

In the Bakerland factory alone, there may be thousands or even tens of thousands of unemployed workers. They are fed and fed, wandering on the streets like zombies, or lowering their salary requirements, fighting for the jobs of other workers... I don't know how many people will die or live more difficult in the entire East District. It will be like a scene like hell. Even if this world does not have extraordinary power, it will bring great disasters. Now, the evil gods are coveting them secretly and waiting... Klein swallowed many words back into his stomach.

Mike became silent again, paid £106, and left the factory area where smoke was everywhere after paying £6.

Klein watched the carriage go away and didn't speak for a long time.

When he was a night watchman, he had understood and contacted the lives of the poor, but he was not as impressed as this time.

The comprehensive and three-dimensional observation completely presents a deep abyss in the world before his eyes.

There are dangers everywhere in the East District, and there is a fire. If you are not careful, you may be ignited by a cult organization... Klein pondered for a few seconds and said:

"Kowler, I would like to ask you to help me pay attention to all aspects of the East Side. Well, in your spare time."

"I will pay you to have money to establish friendship with other workers, and every week, we will meet at that cafe before."

Old Kohler's eyes lit up:

"No problem!"

He did not mention the price and fully believed in the kind-hearted Mr. Detective.

Klein thought about it:

"Every time I meet, I will give you 15 Suler's funding and compensation. If the information you provide satisfy me, there will be an additional 5 Suler's reward."

"1 pound?" Old Kohler blurted out in surprise.

The warmest and happiest period of his life was only 21 Suer, which is 1 pound and 1 Suer.

"Yes." Klein nodded, "You must pay attention to your words and deeds, don't be too anxious to collect information, keep asking less questions and listening, otherwise you will suffer certain dangers."

In theory, this kind of informant fee can be reimbursed, but I am now a five-pence party who brings my own dry food... Klein laughed half sighed and half self-deprecatingly.

…………

Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall’s house, exclusively in Miss Audrey’s study.

The blonde girl was listening to the story of Miss Isrant, a psychology teacher, and from time to time she stroked Susie, the big dog squatting beside her with her hands.

Islant Ossis Leka, who had a waist-length black hair, found that the dog seemed to listen seriously, and couldn't help but smile and paused for two seconds.

Then, she continued to introduce:

"At present, there is no absolutely orthodox theory in the field of psychology. There are several schools, such as the psychoanalysis school, the personality analysis school, and the behavioral psychology school."

"Of course, the study of the mind and the spirit is not just psychologists, but psychologists are doing it. Many professionals in the field of mystics are also doing similar work. Among them, the most famous one is, ha, sorry, I deviate from the textbook. Let's go back to the topic just now and talk about the psychoanalysis school first."

Audrey clearly heard the other party's intention to seduce, and asked in a pretentious and curious manner:

"Teacher, I want to know more about the psychological research in the field of occultism."

"You know, I'm very interested in this."

Islant pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and said in embarrassment:

"But this involves some confidentiality vows, and I mean, these theories, these research situations, secrets belonging to certain mystic circles, are only spread internally."

"So... Then, can I join?" Audrey asked expectantly, "They probably won't involve evil things, are they?"

"Ha, how is that possible? That's just a seminar organized by enthusiasts." After Islant mentioned it, he took the initiative to change the topic, "We will talk about this matter in the future, so let's continue the course first."

Knowing how to stop at the right time, step by step, if this is the general quality of members of the Psychological Alchemy, then I don’t have to worry too much about them being filled with madmen and perverts like Mr. A… Audrey deliberately showed a look of reluctance to leave the topic just now, but she still sounded the theoretical basis of the psychoanalytic school with a good sense of education.

When the course ended, Islant was sent away. She returned to the study, carefully closed the thick wooden door, and said to the golden retriever:

"Suzy, what do you think of her?"

"She is not sincere!" Susie answered straightforwardly.

Then, it tilted its head and said:

"However, what she said is interesting, I think it's more interesting than meat and snack biscuits!"
Chapter completed!