Looking at the scary green light on the corpse's arm, Fan Ning wanted to continue to pull down the blanket and check the poor female worker's face and other parts.
But he didn't choose to do this.
It's not that I'm afraid of seeing the scene of the corpse's jaw disintegrating and falling off. No matter how exaggerated this scene is, it can't match the deformed appearance of Professor Lorraine Browne.
He just didn't want this middle-aged man, whose grief was greater than his grief, to suffer a second psychological harm.
Fan Ning stared at his arm and suddenly caught another detail.
He asked without looking back: "Boles, you just said that Lianka's salary is much higher than yours?"
The industrial workers in this area are all employed by the Jinlangnia Machinery Manufacturing Factory and are engaged in repetitive labor on various product production lines. Boles should be over 35 years old. Due to physical and mental problems, he may receive some salary cuts.
——After all, in the empire, there are too many labor forces in big cities like this. Every year, a large number of able-bodied young people from rural areas flock to Ufranser.
But in this era, men and women do not receive equal pay for equal work. No matter what, his salary cannot be lower than that of his eldest daughter.
Laborer Boles replied: "This happened later. She was transferred to another production line position."
"Another production line? So what is it doing?" Fan Ning asked.
"The specific situation is confidential according to the company's requirements, but the employer frankly stated that the new position may be physically and mentally demanding. They consulted the workers' wishes and offered a shockingly high salary standard."
"It's a big physical and mental strain..." Fan Ning repeated the worker's description, "Then why not suggest her to refuse?"
Polis continued to chatter in a low voice, and his voice was barely audible: "When I was young, I could earn 4 pounds a month... Now that I am not physically strong enough, I can only get a salary of 3 pounds... A large family needs to make ends meet, and the children
And the elderly have to be treated... and the salary they offer is calculated according to the middle-class method, with a weekly salary of 5 pounds. I almost suspected that Lianka heard it wrong..."
"She is very sensible, knows how to take responsibility, and knows how to share pressure... But at first I thought that the worst outcome would be to lose ten years of life. Compared with getting an income several times higher right away, the extra ten years of repetitive labor day after day is not worth it.
It will make life happier... If there were no age restrictions for factory employees, I would have wanted to sign up... But if I had known that the matter was so serious and would progress so quickly, I definitely would not have let her go..."
In addition to the dull sadness in his tone, there was also a hint of confusion and regret.
Fan Ning frowned deeply.
…
"The fifth one."
After walking out of another door, Dupont took out his pocket watch and took a look. The time was seven o'clock in the evening.
The three of them shuttled back and forth between these double-row workers' housing areas and visited the survey list that had been included in the plan.
According to the self-reports of family members, the causes of the dreams are almost the same. They are all vividly shared experiences by neighbors or co-workers during daily chats, including descriptions of strange men’s faces.
The deaths in recent days also have some things in common.
They all started from some common physical discomforts that appeared about three months ago and gradually worsened.
Several family members said that the deceased was consulted for personal opinions and transferred to a new production line position, and the factory emphasized risks and rewards. According to their descriptions, everyone felt that the employer's attitude was generally "open and honest".
But I didn't expect that things would progress so quickly and viciously.
Three of the five female workers suffered from bleeding and swollen gums, then ulceration and detachment of the jaw, and finally died of infection or massive bleeding. One male worker suffered from anemic syncope, and the other male worker suffered from joint pain all over his body.
He suffered a severe fracture and later died of acute multifunctional organ failure.
The corpse will fluoresce in the dark, with different intensity and color.
On the contrary, this bizarre death incident itself seems to have no connection with the "Dream Boy" incident.
Dupont raised his head and looked at the front of the narrow alley. In the night sky in the distance were a group of chimneys. The billowing black smoke they emitted was scattered by the lights in the factory area and cast an orange-red light.
"Go to the factory and have a look. I have contacted their boss." Dupont waved his hand, "But... this company has many products. If such strict confidentiality is maintained, it will be difficult for us to lock down that existence tonight.
Weird production line.”
"It's just a matter of spending more time to investigate later." Lawyer Monroe's voice was as polite as ever, "As long as it doesn't take too long, even if they notice something is wrong, they won't be able to immediately transfer an already put into production line."
Jinlangnia Machinery Manufacturing Factory is a comprehensive enterprise in the South Pier District that manufactures mid-to-high-end household mechanical products.
In recent years, they have realized the industrialization and marketization of a large number of emerging utility patents. Through a series of cost reduction and efficiency improvement methods, many items that were originally only popular in wealthy families have become approachable and have entered the eyes of the middle class.
Three gentlemen and two police officers walked through the large courtyard-style workers' residences in this area. At the corner of the street, more than ten commercial buildings were rented out and used as administrative offices for the Jinlangnia Machinery Manufacturing Factory.
Large swaths of warm light in the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated the street. Factory owner Stanley and a young woman were sitting under an umbrella by the steps chatting. On the table were exquisite snacks served from the reception bar.
and cocktails.
"Good evening, distinguished Mr. Dupont, Mr. Monroe." Watching Dupont and his entourage walk in, Stanley stood and bowed.
This industrial gentleman wears a more formal thickened suit, and a shiny Gugova limited edition belt stretches his round belly tightly.
DuPont responded calmly and continued to produce documents according to work procedures.
This classical guitarist shows a hint of melancholy and approachability in front of his knowledgeable teammates, but is almost indifferent and rigid towards outsiders.
Stanley laughed so hard that his beard trembled: "Sir, don't be so serious. Do you need to drink something first and take a rest?"
"Julius?" Fan Ning's eyes fell on this beautiful woman wearing a purple woolen coat and high leather boots from the very beginning.
It was the concertmaster of the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra whom I met by chance at the door of the Prudence Auction House last time.
What's going on? I keep bumping into this guy on other occasions outside of school recently?
"Dear daughter, do you know this officer?"
Stanley wanted to organize his words and continue chatting with Dupont, but when he saw that the two people looked at each other a little strange, he immediately smiled and asked Julius.
"He's my classmate." Julius responded to her father, and a few seconds later she smiled sweetly:
"I didn't expect to meet you on a beautiful Sunday night. Mr. Fan Ning and several senior officials welcome you to our family business to guide our work."