Chapter 172 Man-Eating Monster

“But they gave too much.♦♦  ♦♦”

Riya covered his forehead, feeling that he was doing something against his conscience. For the sake of the future flowers of Endles, he should not help people forge academic papers.

But for the sake of his wallet and memes, he still reached out and picked up the brass pen, and began to think about the content of the next article based on the references on the table.

“It is really not easy to imitate their handwriting, and it cannot be written too professionally. It needs to be more watered down. The content is similar to ‘How to distinguish a human from a chimpanzee.’”

First of all, human words are different from gorilla words. They look different. The specific differences can be filled with water for three or four pages, and then the social relationship between the two can be filled with water for another three or four pages.

Finally, the duplicate check found that it was more than 50%, but it doesn’t matter. Each paragraph can be split into longer words, and another page and a half can be filled with water.

It's ironic, but many uneducated students' papers are filled with water all the way. Ria didn't expect that the last paper she wrote could be praised by a professor she had never met. For a moment, she really didn't know whether to sympathize with the student or the professor.

"Write a fake social report this time... Go to the crowd and ask them how they accept steam engines, and ask them to fill out a form... Does anyone really fill out this thing?"

Ria moved the kerosene lamp closer. This was all because of a detective who lost his legs. He was afraid of industrial products, so the lights in the house were almost broken and never replaced.

"Wait, isn't his wheelchair also an industrial product? If I tell him now, will he be angry?"

The young man wondered curiously. Just as he was still thinking about the content of the paper, a great detective pushed the door open.

The bell on the door frame made a "ding-ling" sound again.

"You're back?" Ria looked at Evander, "What are the results of the investigation?"

"Hey, I must have gained something from my work."

Evander turned the two metal wheels of his wheelchair and entered the office.

I don't know which great ancestor he was imitating in his outfit. He was wearing a huge linen cap, a peaked cap on his head, and a pipe in his mouth that was not lit at all. From time to time, he would say very profound but inappropriate words.

"The best time is now, Kercha."

In the morning, he decided to go out to visit the relatives of the employees of the Cantello factory, and now he came back with only a photo in his hand.

Riya took a look. It was a photo of a family of three and a black and white sheepdog. The people and the dog in it were smiling very happily.

"What's wrong with this photo?"

"Here is another photo."

Evander took out another photo. The photo showed a person lying on a hospital bed. His skin looked like it was burned. A doctor in a white coat was bandaging him, and his family surrounded this person and still smiled happily at the camera.

Even though the man in the photo was injured like that, even though his eyes were so empty that they were scary, his family still smiled very brightly.

It was as if this was not a photo with the patient, but a photo of them traveling.

"If it was just one family, it would be fine, but I have sampled many people in the original photo of the workers.

After they were hospitalized one after another, their families ignored their injuries and even seemed to think that it was a kind of honor."

"It does sound a bit abnormal. How did the families of those people explain it?"

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"They said that the workers signed an agreement and bought insurance before entering the factory. Once something happened, the insurance would cover the money for the rest of their lives."

"Is there such a good thing!?"

"What did you say?"

"No, nothing, you didn't hear anything."

Riya coughed and pretended that she hadn't said anything extra just now.

"So the connection between this incident and the supernatural event is-"

"I didn't find any information about the insurance company. It just appeared out of thin air, and the workers didn't receive any money at all, but his family believed that they could receive the money.

The families of the workers who didn't get into trouble also began to hope that their families would get into trouble, and then they could get a lot of money."

The people in the factory were accompanied by smoke, dust and sewage every day. Many people suffered from lung disease and coughed constantly. Their skin started to itch inexplicably and then ulcerated.

The factory owner gave them the lowest salary and the most exaggerated compensation, requiring these people to do their best for themselves and let them earn the largest amount of gold coins.

Sometimes, human nature is more terrible than the extraordinary.

If the two are mixed together, the harm caused next is simply immeasurable.

"So are you going to argue with the factory owner next? My suggestion is to report it to the Order Association. Whether it is a supernatural event or not, they can solve it."

Ivander looked straight at Leah, and suddenly sighed after a moment.

"If only it were that simple. There are too many things involved."

There are too many things involved, but if Evander is asked to explain it in detail, he can't say it. He just knocks the corner of the table with his pipe.

"I said that this industry will be in trouble sooner or later. Look at the sky in Endles. It used to be very beautiful when it was clear.

But now it's rare to see such weather. Even when I get up and go out every day, I will be choked by the smog full of strange smell."

He knocked his head with his pipe again, and finally said the same sentence again.

"The steam is full of monsters that eat human flesh."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his wheelchair and ran to the inner room of the office. Ria turned her head and thought about it.

"Monsters that eat human flesh... Ha, I have to write this sentence in my paper, saying that it is Mr. Evander Charlie's wise saying."

A few hours later, Ria put down the pen and moved his tired wrist.

He blew out the kerosene lamp and came outside the office. The sky was still gray. Every pedestrian came and went in a hurry. Little Schwar No. 2 still didn't come back, and he didn't know if it had any accident.

"Did it get lost or was it caught?"

Ria felt that the latter was unlikely. After all, it could turn into tentacles. Even if it was placed in a cage with a small gap, it could climb out with its ability to shrink like an octopus.

"But it's unlikely to get lost... probably."

Many times, Riya didn't know what was going on in the mind of the mythical creature. Most of the time, it stared at one place with its two huge golden eyes, and then gnawed something from time to time.

This thing could be some furniture, or it could be Riya's own flesh and blood.

"Gu!" As if sensing the host's concerns, Little Shival stretched out a tentacle from the side of his neck.