The picture begins to distort, begins to blur, and begins to disappear.

Klein got out of that dreamy experience, and his eyes adapted to the darkness of the bedroom.

He knew that his brother Benson used 1 pound 10 Suler, which is 30 Suler's weekly salary, and it was quite hard to support himself and Melissa according to the normal standards of civilians.

He thought that the weekly wages of most workers can reach 20 Suler.

He heard Melissa mention that on the Lower Street of Iron Cross Street, some families lived in the same room with five, seven, and even ten.

He learned from Benson that a few months ago, due to the situation in the South Continent, the kingdom experienced economic recession.

He learned that maids who keep food and accommodation can take 3 sulles to 6 sulles a week.

Klein stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows. He didn't speak for a long time until Sir Deville, who was lying on the bed, spoke:

"Police officer, don't you say anything? The psychologist I hired before would chat with me and ask questions in this environment at this time."

"But I did feel peace. I was almost asleep just now, but I didn't hear any moans or crying."

"How did you do it?"

Klein leaned against the back of the rocking chair, asked without answering a question, and said in a calm voice:

"Just, do you know lead poisoning? Do you know the harm of lead?"

"..." Deville, who was lying on the bed, was silent for a few seconds, "I didn't know before, but later I knew, what you mean is that my psychological problems, or mental illness, are I feel guilty about the lead-making and glazing-making women?"

Without waiting for Klein to answer, he said to himself as if he had the initiative in negotiations every time:

"Yes, I did feel guilty before, but I have already made compensation for them. In my lead white factories and porcelain factories, each worker can get a much higher salary than the same place. In Beckland, the female lead-making and glazing workers have a weekly salary of no more than 8 Suller, and I pay them 10 Suller, and even more."

"Ha, many people accused me of making them lose their morality and finding it difficult to recruit workers. If the Cereal Act had not been abolished and many farmers went bankrupt and entered the city, they would have to follow me to raise their salary."

"And I also told the factory supervisor that the workers who felt headaches and blurred vision left the place where they could reach lead if they were seriously ill, and if they were seriously ill, they could apply for assistance from my charity fund."

"I think I've done enough."

Klein spoke without any fluctuation:

"Just, sometimes you can never imagine the importance of a salary to a poor man. Even if he is unemployed for only one week or two weeks, his family will suffer irreversible and extremely miserable damage."

He paused and asked instead:

"I'm curious, why don't you, who are so caring, add equipment to protect against dust and lead poisoning in the factory?"

Deville looked at the ceiling and smiled bitterly:

"That would make my cost so high that I could not compete with other lead-making factories and porcelain factories. I no longer care about the benefits in this regard, and I was even willing to subsidize some of the money, but what's the point? This can only help a small number of workers, and cannot become the standard of the industry and lead them to make changes."

"This will turn into me spending money to support people purely. I heard that some factories are still secretly using slaves to save costs."

Klein crossed his hands and said in silence for a while:

"Just, your psychological problems are derived from this little bit of accumulated guilt. Although you think they have faded and disappeared. This would not have had any obvious impact, but something stimulated you and made all the problems ignite and ignite them all."

"Is something exciting to me? I didn't know that there was such a thing." Deville said in confusion and affirmation.

Klein let his body sway gently to the rocking chair, and explained in a gentle tone:

"You have actually fallen asleep for a few minutes just now and told me something."

"Hypnosis?" Deville habitually made guesses and came to a conclusion.

Klein did not give a positive reply and said directly:

"You once saw a female worker who died on her way to work in a carriage. She died of lead poisoning and glazed your porcelain during her lifetime."

"..." Deville rubbed his temples on both sides and whispered uncertainly, "It seems that there is such a thing...but I don't remember it very clearly..."

The long-term insomnia made him in a bad mental state, and it seemed that he had seen similar scenes.

He thought about it and stopped squeezing his poor brain, and asked instead:

"What's the name of that female worker?"

"Well, I mean, what should I do to treat my psychological problems?"

Klein answered quietly and concisely:

"Two things."

"First, the female worker who died on the roadside was called Haley Walker. This is what you told me that she is the most direct stimulation, so you need to find her parents and give more compensation."

"Secondly, widely publicize the harm of lead in newspapers and magazines, so that your charitable funds can help workers who are damaged more. If you can become a member of the House, then promote legislation in this regard."

Deville sat up slowly, smiled self-deprecatingly:

"I will do other things, but legislation, ha, I don't think there is any possibility, because there are still foreign competitors, legislation will only put these industries in the kingdom into a total crisis, one after another, and a large number of workers will be unemployed, and the poor organization cannot save so many people."

He turned over and got out of bed unhappily, tidyed up his collar, looked at Klein and said:

"Hailey Walker, right? I will ask Karen to go to the porcelain factory to get her information and ask her parents to come over. Police officer, please wait with me and always evaluate my mental state."

"Okay." Klein slowly stood up and took a slap in the police uniform with a black background and white grid.

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At 11:00 a.m., the first floor living room of the Deville home.

Klein, who hadn't spoken much, sat on the single sofa and watched silently as a man and a woman were led in by the butler Karen.

The two guests had rough skin, wrinkles began to appear on their faces, the man's back was slightly hunched, and the woman had a black mole on her eyelids.

They basically match what Klein saw through Haley, but he was older and haggard, so thin that he could almost see bones. He was old and tattered in clothes, and it was said that he could hardly even get on the streets of Iron Cross Street.

Woo...

In Klein's inspiration, the cold wind began to swirl.

He pinched his eyebrows and turned his gaze to Sir Deville, and saw a light white, transparent, and twisted figure appearing behind him at some point.

"Good morning, good morning, respectful, respectful Lord." Haley's parents saluted extremely restrainedly.

Deville rubbed his forehead and asked:

"You are Haley Ye Walker's parents? Don't she have a brother and a two-year-old sister?"

Haley's mother replied in fear: "She, her brother broke his leg at the dock some time ago, and we asked him to take care of his sister at home."

Deville sighed for a few seconds:

"I deeply sympathize with Haley's misfortune."

Hearing this sentence, Hailey's father and mother suddenly had red eyes, and each spoke, intertwined:

"Thank you, thank you for your kindness."

"The police told us, tell us that Haley died of lead poisoning. It should be this word? Oh, my poor child, she is only seventeen years old, she has always been quiet and stubborn."

"You sent someone to see her and fund the burial cost, and she was buried in Raphael's Cemetery."

Deville glanced at Klein, changed his sitting position, leaned forward, and said in a heavy tone:

"This is actually our negligence, and I need to apologize."

"I've considered it, I have to compensate you, Hailey, her weekly salary is 10 Suler, right? It's 540 Suler a year, well, £27, let's assume she can work for at least 10 years."

"Caren, you give Haley's parents 300."

"3,300 pounds?" Haley's father and mother were shocked.

When they were most affluent, they didn’t have more than pounds in savings!

Not only them, but also the bodyguards and servants in the living room were shocked and envious. Even the Sheriff Gate couldn't help but make his breath heavier - his weekly salary was only two pounds, and the police officer with only one "V" under his command was only one pound.

In an indescribable silence, the butler Karen came out of the study, carrying a bulging cloth bag in his hand.

He threw the bags and exposed the stacks of banknotes inside, including one pound, five pounds, but more of them were 1 sulle and five sulle.

It can be seen that Deville had someone exchanged "change" from the bank in advance.

"This is the Jazz's wish." Karen, who received the approval of the owner, handed the bag to Haley's parents.

Hailey's father and mother took it over, rubbed their eyes, and looked over and over again.

"No, this, this is too generous, we shouldn't accept it." They said holding the cloth bag tightly.

Deville said in a deep voice:

"This is what Haley Ye should have."

"You, you are such a noble and kind jazz!" Haley's parents bowed excitedly.

There was a smile on their faces, an uncontrollable smile.

They praised Sir Deville over and over again, and they repeatedly said the only adjectives, and they repeatedly said that Haley would definitely be grateful to each other in heaven.

"Caren, send someone to take them back, well, send them to the bank first." Deville breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the butler.

Hailey's father and mother hugged the cloth bag tightly, and walked quickly towards the door without daring to stop.

Klein saw the simple, transparent figure behind Sir Deville tried to reach out to them and try to follow them, but they smiled extremely brightly and did not look back.

The figure became increasingly faint and disappeared soon.

And in Klein's sense, the living room became colder.

He just watched quietly from beginning to end without commenting.

"Police officer, I feel much better. Can you tell me now why my housekeeper, servant and bodyguard can also hear crying and moaning? Shouldn't this be just a psychological problem that belongs to me alone?" Deville looked over curiously.

Inspector Toler, who knew the inside story, became nervous.

Klein replied without any expression:

"In psychology, we call this phenomenon mass hysteria."

PS: The prototypes of several female workers in the previous chapter are based on Jack London, "Abyss Residents - Experiences from the East London"
Chapter completed!