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

Klein got out of that dreamlike experience, and the line of sight followed the darkness of the bedroom.

He knows that his brother, Banson, used a pound of 10 Soules, which is 30 weeks of Salle's weekly salary. It is very hard to raise himself and Melissa according to the standards of normal civilians.

He thought that the vast majority of workers' weekly salary could reach 20 Sule.

He listened to Melissa, and in the lower street of Iron Cross Street, some families, five, and even ten people lived in the same room.

He knew from Benson that in the past few months, influenced by the situation in the South China, the kingdom had an economic downturn.

He has learned that the miscellaneous maid who eats and eats can take 3 Sule 6 pence a week to 6 Sule.

Klein reached out and held his eyebrows, and for a long time did not speak until Sir Deville lie in bed:

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

"However, I did feel peace. I almost fell asleep just now, but I didn't hear anything screaming and crying."

"What did you do?"

Klein leaned back against the rocking chair and said, and the voice said gently:

"Jazz, do you know lead poisoning? Do you know the dangers of lead?"

"..." Devil, who was lying in bed, silenced for a few seconds. "I didn't know it before, but later I knew, you mean, my psychological problem, or mental illness, because I feel embarrassed, for those lead women workers and Glazed female worker feels awkward?"

Not waiting for Klein to answer, he is like self-satisfying every time he grasps the initiative of the negotiations:

"Yes, I used to feel embarrassed. However, I have already compensated them. In my lead factory and porcelain factory, every worker can get more salary than the same place. In Beckland, lead-making women and glazed women workers don’t pay more than 8 sores per week, and I pay them 10 sores, and more.”

"Oh, many people accuse me of letting them lose morality and it is difficult to recruit workers. If the "Crops Act" is abolished, many farmers will go bankrupt and enter the city, they will have to follow me to raise their salary."

"And I also told the factory's supervisor that the workers who felt a lot of headaches and blurred visions left the place where they could get exposed to lead. If they were very ill, they could apply for assistance from my charity fund."

"I think, I have done enough."

Klein's tone did not waver in the slightest:

"Jazz, sometimes, you can never imagine a salary is important to a poor person. Even if they only lose one week or two, their family will have irreversible, tragic and extreme damage."

He paused and asked:

“I am very curious, why are you so caring, do you not add equipment to protect the dust and lead poisoning in the factory?”

Deville looked at the ceiling and smiled a bit:

"That will make my cost so unacceptable that I can't compete with other lead factories and porcelain factories. I don't care too much about this. I am even willing to subsidize some money, but always, what is the point?" This can only help a small number of workers, can not become the industry standard, and drive them to make changes."

"This will turn into me to spend money purely. I have heard that some factories are secretly using slaves in order to save costs."

Klein crossed his hands and silenced for a moment:

"Jazz, your psychological problems are coming from this accumulation of embarrassment, although you think they have faded and have disappeared. Originally this will not have any obvious impact, but something has stimulated you, let all The problem was ignited and all were ignited."

"Is there something exciting for me? I don't know that there is such a thing." Deville said with doubt and affirmation.

Klein let the body sway gently with the rocking chair, and the tone explained gently:

"You just fell asleep for a few minutes and told me something."

"Hypnosis treatment?" Deville habitually made guesses and made a conclusion.

Klein did not make a positive reply and said directly:

"You used to see a woman worker who died on the way to work on the carriage. She died of lead poisoning and glazed your porcelain before life."

"..." Deville licked the temples on both sides and whispered indefinitely. "There seems to be such a thing... but I don't remember it..."

Long-term insomnia made his mental condition very poor, and it seems that there are really similar scenes in the vague.

He thought about it, no longer squeezing his poor brain, and instead asked:

"What is the woman worker called?"

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

Klein replied in a low and concise manner:

"Two things."

"First, the woman worker who died on the side of the road called Hai Liye Walker. This is what you told me. She is the most direct stimulus, so you need to find her parents and give more compensation."

"Secondly, in the newspapers and magazines, the dangers of lead are widely publicized, so that your charity fund can help the injured workers more. If you can become a member of the upper house, then this legislation will be promoted."

Deville slowly sat up and laughed and laughed at himself:

"Other things, I will do it, but legislation, oh, I don't think there is any possibility, because there are still foreign competitors. Legislation will only cause these industries in the kingdom to fall into a whole crisis, one after another, a lot of workers. With unemployment, the poor organizations can't save so many people."

He jumped out of bed uncomfortably, took care of the neckline, and looked to Klein:

"Hayley Leaf Walker, right? I will immediately let Karen go to the porcelain factory to take her information, find her parents, police officers, trouble you and wait with me, always assess my mental state."

"Okay." Klein slowly stood up and took a police uniform on a black background.

............

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the first floor living room of the Deville home.

Klein, who had never said anything, sat on a single couch and silently watched a man and a woman being brought in by the housekeeper Karen.

The two guests had rough skin, wrinkles began to appear on the face, the back of the man was slightly awkward, and there was a black sputum on the woman's eyelids.

They basically match what Klein sees through Hai Liye, but they are older and more awkward. They are almost skinny and can be seen in old clothes. They are said to be unable to live in the streets of Iron Cross Street.

Oh...

In the inspiration of Klein, the cold wind began to swirl.

He pinched his eyebrows and turned his gaze to Sir Deville. When he saw the other side, he did not know when a pale, transparent, twisted figure emerged.

"Morning, good morning, respect, respected Sir Alex." Haili Ye's parents are very cautiously praying.

Deville glared at his forehead and asked:

"You are the parents of Hayley Leaf Walker? Is she not a brother, a two-year-old sister?"

Hailey’s mother replied with fear: “She, her brother broke his leg at the pier some time ago and broke his leg. We asked him to take care of his sister at home.”

Deville sighed for a few seconds and sighed:

"I am deeply sympathetic to the misfortune of Hayley."

Hearing this sentence, Hai Liye’s father and mother suddenly turned red, and they opened their mouths and messed up:

“Thank you, thank you for your kindness.”

"The police told us to tell us that Hailey Ye died because of lead poisoning. Should it be this word? Hey, my poor child, she is only seventeen years old, she has been very quiet and very stubborn."

"You sent someone to see her and funded the cost of the funeral. She was buried in the Raphael cemetery."

Deville looked at Klein and changed his sitting position. He leaned forward and said with a heavy tone:

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

"I thought about it, I have to compensate you, compensate Hailey Ye, her weekly salary is 10 Sule, right? One year is 540 Sule, um, 27 pounds, we assume she can still work for at least 10 years."

"Karen, you take 300 pounds to Hailey's parents."

“3,300 pounds?” Hailey’s father and mother were shocked.

When they were the most affluent, the savings at hand did not exceed one pound!

Not only do they, the bodyguards and servants in the living room are shocked and envious of the face, even if Sergeant Gate, can not help but make his breathing heavy - his weekly salary is only two pounds, and his only one "V The police officer is only one pound.

In an indescribable silence, the housekeeper Karen came out of the study and held a bulging bag in his hand.

He called the bag, revealing a stack of banknotes inside, 1 pound, 5 pounds, but more 1 Sol and 5 Sul.

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

"This is the jazz's mind." Karen, who got the owner's approval, handed the bag to Hayley's parents.

Hailey’s father and mother took over and blinked and looked over and over again.

"No, this, this is too generous, we should not accept it." They held the bag road tightly.

Deville Shen Sheng:

"This is what Hayley Ye should have."

"You, you are a noble, kind jazz!" Hailey's parents were excited and stunned.

Their faces showed a smile, a smile that was difficult to contain.

They praised Sir Devil over and over again, and they repeatedly said the only adjectives. They repeatedly said that Hayley would definitely appreciate each other in heaven.

"Karen, send someone to send them back, um, first to the bank." Deville sighed and told the housekeeper.

Hailey’s father and mother clung to the bag and dared not stop to walk to the door.

Klein saw that the pale, transparent figure behind Sir Deville tried to reach out to them and tried to follow them, but they smiled so brightly that they didn't look back.

The figure became lighter and thinner, and soon disappeared completely.

In Klein's induction, the coldness of the living room was normal.

He looked at it quietly from beginning to end and did not express any opinions.

"Police officer, I feel much better. Can you tell me now why my butler, servant and bodyguard can also hear crying and swearing? Shouldn't this just be my own psychological problem?" Deville looked curiously. come.

The Tolre inspector who knew the inside became nervous.

Klein replied with no expression:

"In psychology, we call this phenomenon a mass snoring."

PS: The prototypes of several female workers in the previous chapter are based on Jack London. "Abyss Residents - London East Side"