Chapter 143 Informant Fee

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

The fog in the factory area is thicker than other places. The mid-air is grayish-yellow, as if floating in dust. Occasionally, it emits a pungent and pungent smell, making it unbearable for journalists who have long been accustomed to the air in Backlund.

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

"I have always supported the government's establishment of the Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee and the establishment of a soda industry prosecutor, but I only learned today that the problem has become so serious."

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

Maybe the whole of Backlund will be shrouded in mist with a visual distance of no more than five meters, and the evil god is likely to descend or be born in such a scene... He silently added.

Old Kohler didn't quite understand their conversation. He cleared his throat full of phlegm, led the reporters and detectives around the guards, and sneaked into a white lead factory.

There are mainly female workers here, who are busy without protective measures, and there is obvious dust in the factory building.

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

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

He seems to have witnessed the future of each of the female workers here. Some of them have throbbing headaches, some blurred vision, some become hysterical, and some have blue lines on their gums. In the end, they may become become blind, or soon die.

This is like a large-scale bloody sacrifice ceremony, except that the target is the flashing money symbol... If cult organizations such as the Aurora Society and the Rose School of thought can make good use of similar things, as Lanevus did, the problem will be big … Klein covered his mouth and nose, staring quietly.

Mike Joseph whispered in surprise and anger:

"How can this be?"

"How can they do this?"

"Some time ago, various newspapers and magazines have focused on the issue of lead poisoning, and they didn't take any precautions?"

"Can't even bear a mask?"

"These factory owners are murdering!"

What a journalist with a sense of justice,

Although he is not young, his style is relatively stingy, and his acting skills are quite good, but he still retains his original intention... But, how could he know so much about lead poisoning? Oh, I forgot, I had Sir Deville spread the word about the dangers of lead poisoning in newspapers and magazines... Seems like he's doing a good job, but to some people, the lower class dies twice What is it? There are people waiting for job opportunities! Klein thought with a heavy heart.

As a senior reporter, Mike did not lose his mind. After quietly observing and questioning several workers who were changing shifts, Mike left the white lead factory.

After that, they entered one factory after another, and were not in the mood to discuss it because of the dirty environment inside and the high-intensity labor of the people.

Near noon, Klein suddenly noticed a lot of people gathered outside a factory in front of him, mainly women, who were yelling excitedly and trying to rush inside.

"What happened?" Mike asked the old Kohler suspiciously.

Old Kohler was also puzzled:

"I'll go over and ask."

He trotted to the outside of the factory, blended into the crowd, and returned to Klein and Mike after a few minutes.

"They're going to smash those new machines!" Old Kohler took a breath and said the main point first.

"Why?" Mike was not in charge of similar news before, so 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 replace it with the latest type of textile machines, and the manpower in charge of operation will also be reduced accordingly. It seems, it seems that one-third of the workers will be fired!"

"Those female workers hope to smash the machine and get their jobs back, otherwise, otherwise, they probably won't survive, or they can only be street girls."

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

"Go back, my investigation and interview are almost done." After a long time, Mike sighed.

The three of them immediately turned around and went to the outside of the factory area. They were silent all the way, and no one spoke.

When we were about to say goodbye, Mike glanced at Klein and said in a low voice:

"You say, if the unprotected white lead factories are closed, or their bosses are brought to court, will those women workers find something else to do?"

Klein thought about it seriously and said:

"If it's just a few, it's not a big problem, but some female workers may endure hunger and cold in the process of finding other jobs, and gradually lose their labor force because they have no savings at all."

"If there are too many closures in a short period of time, plus people who will lose their jobs passively after the application of the new textile machines, it will be a disaster."

In the Backlund factory area alone, there may be thousands or even tens of thousands of unemployed workers. They have no food and clothing, and they wander the streets like living corpses, or lower their salary requirements, and compete for the jobs of other workers... The entire East District does not know. How many people will die because of this, or live a more difficult life, it will be a scene like hell, even if there is no extraordinary power in this world, it will bring great disasters, and now, various evil gods are secretly coveting and waiting... …Klein swallowed many words back into his stomach.

Mike became silent again, and after paying 10 pounds and 6 solis, he left the factory area with thick smoke in a carriage.

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

When he was a Nighthawk, he knew and had contact with the lives of those poor people, but he was not as impressed as this time.

All-round, three-dimensional observation completely presents an abyss in the world before his eyes.

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

"Kohler, I want you to help me keep an eye on the situation in all aspects of the East District, um, in your spare time."

"I will pay you, so that you have money to establish friendship with other workers. We will meet at the previous cafe at a fixed time every week."

Old Kohler's eyes lit up immediately:

"no problem!"

He did not mention the price, fully trusting the good Mr. Detective.

Klein thought about it and said:

"Every time we meet, I will give you 15 soli as a fee plus a reward. If the information you provide satisfies me, there will be an additional 5 soli as a reward."

"One pound?" Old Kohler blurted out in astonishment.

During the warmest and happiest years he lived, his weekly salary was only 21 soli, which is 1 pound 1 soli.

"Yes." Klein nodded and said, "You have to pay attention to your words and deeds, don't be too eager to gather information, and keep asking less and listening more, otherwise, you will bear certain dangers."

Theoretically speaking, this kind of informant fee can be reimbursed. However, I am now a fivepenny party with my own dry food... Klein half sighed and half laughed at himself.

…………

In Queens District, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family, in the exclusive study of Miss Audrey.

The blond girl was listening to the psychology teacher Ms. Escalante's narration, stroking the big dog Susie squatting next to her from time to time.

Escalante Osislaika with waist-length black hair noticed that the dog seemed to be listening very seriously, so he couldn't help but smiled and paused for two seconds.

Then, she went on to introduce:

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

"Of course, the research on mind and spirit is not only done by psychologists and psychiatrists. Many professionals in the field of occultism are also doing similar work. Among them, the most famous one is, oh, sorry, I deviated from The textbook is over, let us return to the topic just now, and talk about the school of psychoanalysis first."

Audrey clearly heard the other party's seductive intentions, pretending to be ignorant and curiously asked:

"Teacher, I would like to know more about the psychological research in the field of mysticism."

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

Escalante pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and said in embarrassment:

"But it involves some oaths of secrecy, I mean, these theories, these research situations, which are secrets of certain occult circles and are only circulated internally."

"Is that so... Then, can I join?" Audrey asked expectantly, "They shouldn't be involved in evil things, right?"

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

Knowing where enough is enough and taking it step by step, if this is the common quality of the members of the Psychology Alchemists, then I don't have to worry too much about them being filled with lunatics and perverts like Mr. A... Audrey deliberately showed her reluctance to part with the topic just now Even though he had no expression on his face, he listened politely to the theoretical basis of the psychoanalytic school.

After the class was over and Escalante was sent away, she returned to the study, closed the heavy wooden door cautiously, and said to the golden retriever:

"Susie, what do you think of her?"

"She's not sincere!" Susie replied bluntly.

Then, it tilted its head and said:

"However, what she said is very interesting, and I think it is more interesting than meat and snack biscuits!"

Susie, do you want to be a psychiatrist in the future? Specializing in the treatment of mental illness in animals? For example, the horse in the Grellint family may have depression... Audrey suddenly fell into deep thought, considering whether to prepare a special white coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses for Susie to make it look more professional a little.