"I seem to be able to understand the East End residents who are controlled by [Passion]. If I were allowed to live in such an environment, I think I might not be able to strengthen my beliefs..."
Mike and Klein walked from the East End through the dock area and all the way to the factory area. What they saw and heard shocked him greatly.
Although he had already investigated a lot of information about the Eastern District before coming here, there are some things that can only be truly understood by seeing them with his own eyes.
He thought that five or six people crowded into a room was already an extreme thing, but what he saw was a person crowded into a bedroom, and such a bedroom even had to be divided into daytime use rights.
, night use rights, and even some particularly poor places will be detailed to hourly intervals.
Mike recorded every emotional thing he saw in his manuscript. As he did this, his expression became more and more silent.
"Sneeze!" Klein sneezed, took out a handkerchief and blew his nose, and then said in a muffled voice: "The East End is like this. If effective measures are not taken, it may lead to terrible tragedies in the future."
Klein didn't tell reporter Mike a lot of things because he didn't know what to say now.
Logically speaking, he should directly report the fact that the gang named [Enthusiasm] collectively believed in the Fallen Creator, but after seeing the living environment in other parts of the East District, he hesitated.
Not because this gang is suspected of being a subordinate of Mr. Devil, but because he realizes that this organization that prays to the evil god is the only hope for the people of the East District now.
Compared to just praying to the evil god, the poor people's lives in other places, the harsh environment full of all kinds of negative emotions, are more like a large-scale living sacrifice field of blood, evil, depravity and filth.
Just when Klein was worried about this huge "altar" in the East District, Mike suddenly said:
"You said, if the officials govern the East District according to the methods of that enthusiastic organization..."
"This is impossible." Old Kohler, who had always been responsible for leading the way, coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm and took the initiative to talk to him for the first time:
"The big shots above don't care about our life and death. They would rather send police to drive away homeless people spending the night in the park than build a few sheltered sheds in the East District."
Listening to Old Kohler's slightly resentful words, Mike's face showed embarrassment. If it were before, he could have said some unkind words, but after seeing the tragedy of the East District with his own eyes, he understood that these people were not lazy or cunning.
After becoming poor, he could no longer express his original views.
He could only look at Detective Sherlock for help, but the detective just shook his head:
"Even if the kingdom really intends to imitate the enthusiastic approach, it is impossible, because consumption is limited. The workers are now a little richer due to the effectiveness of the strike, but only a little. They will buy some food at noon to satisfy their hunger.
I will buy some cutlery and washbasins that are not so exquisite but at least usable, but this is the limit, the factory area cannot handle too much business. And... there are some things that only gangsters can do."
"Only gangsters can do it?" Mike didn't quite understand what the detective meant. When Klein heard his question, the corners of his mouth curled up several times, but in the end he still didn't show a smile like before, but explained in a serious tone.
road:
"The official police force is limited. It is impossible for them to send police to protect these civilians. And you also saw what happened to the old lady before. Those police would rather catch illegal gun owners than care about the lives of poor people, because there is no such thing as
Oil and water.
Gangsters can protect these poor people and can collect protection fees, but the police cannot, because whether they protect the poor or squat in the office, it is just part of their job. Even if civilians pay taxes for their businesses, these taxes will not turn into bonuses for the police.
In the end, these civilians who have obtained the tools of production will only become tools for capitalists, gangsters or others to make money without protection. They will hand over most of their income and continue to live their current lives.
A life where life would be worse than death."
Having said this, Klein was suddenly stunned. At first, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the long-term investment of the Enthusiasm Organization, but now he realized that this organization actually left every civilian with a relatively generous living expenses.
!
This seemed normal from his "modern" perspective, but when he explained it to Mike, he realized that this kind of moral standard was actually very abnormal in this era!
"Mr. Snow is indeed a person with a very good bottom line!" Klein thought that Mr. Snow might be behind the labor movement and enthusiasm, and he became increasingly certain that this gentleman codenamed "Devil" had the heart of an angel.
At the same time, he also realized why Snow would pay him a "high" reward to investigate and report those members of the Aurora Society who used sizzling and oily meat to attract believers.
Although their existence is so insignificant compared to enthusiasm and the labor movement, their random preaching behavior will affect the "credibility" of the other two companies!
But when talking about this mission, Klein once again thought of the blood-depleting operation in which he exchanged a thousand gold pounds, a free magical item, and a favor from a demigod for a seventh-level magical item. He was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe for a moment.
Seeing Detective Sherlock fall silent, Mike sighed helplessly, took out his wallet, took out the reward of ten pounds and six soles, handed it to Klein, and left the smoke-filled factory area in a carriage.
Klein watched the carriage disappear into the thick "fog" and shook his head slightly. He realized that it was time for him to have a good talk with Mr. Devil. Thinking of this, he took the reward from Mike and
One pound was handed to Old Kohler as the tour guide fee and informant fee. Old Kohler solemnly accepted the payment and promised to continue to help pay attention to the information of the "Zizimaoyou Sect" missionaries, and then left.
Uncomfortable factory area.
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Back on Minsk Street, Klein, who was still ill, wanted to fall asleep, but considering what he had just seen and heard, he decided to go see Mr. Devil.
Although the Tarot meeting is tomorrow, there are some things that are not suitable for direct conversation at the Tarot meeting, or in other words, are not suitable for him, who knows Mr. Devil in real life, to raise them in public.
Whenever he thinks about this, Klein feels regretful for exposing his identity so early. At the same time, he considers the possibility of opening another "Priestess" or "Black Emperor" in the Tarot Club. However, considering his current situation,
In the control, he still put out this idea. Maybe he can do it after being promoted to Marionette Master, but now, he is just a magician.
