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Looking at the eerie green light on the corpse's arm, Fanning wanted to continue pulling down the blanket to check the face and other parts of the poor female worker.

But he chose not to do so.

It was not that he was afraid of seeing the scene of the corpse's jaw breaking and falling off. No matter how exaggerated this scene was, it could not catch up with the distorted appearance of Professor Lorraine Browne.

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He just didn't want this middle-aged man who was sadder than his heart to suffer a second psychological injury.

Fanning stared at the arm and suddenly caught a 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 Plant, doing repetitive labor on various product production lines. Boris should be over 35 years old. Due to his energy and physical strength, he may be subject to some salary cuts. After all, there are too many laborers in big cities like this in the Empire, and a large number of strong young people from rural areas flock to Uvlansel every year.

But in this era, men and women are paid differently for the same work. No matter what, his salary cannot be lower than that of his eldest daughter.

Laborer Boris replied: "This happened later. She was transferred to another production line."

"Another production line? So what does it do?" Fanning asked.

"The specific situation is confidential according to the requirements of the company, but the employer frankly stated that the new position may cause great strain on the body and mind. They consulted the workers' wishes and offered a shockingly high salary standard."

"Great strain on the body and mind..." Fanning repeated the description of the laborer, "Then why don't you suggest that she refuse?"

Boris continued to nag in a low voice, his voice barely audible: "When I was young, I could earn 4 pounds a month... Now I am physically exhausted and can only get 3 pounds of salary... A large family needs to make a living, and children and the elderly need to be treated... And the salary they offer is based on The middle-class method is used to calculate the weekly salary, which is 5 pounds. I almost suspected that Lianca had heard it wrong..."

"She is very sensible, knows how to take responsibility, and knows how to share pressure... But at the beginning, I thought that the worst result was nothing more than living ten years less. Compared with getting several times higher income immediately, ten more years of repetitive labor day after day will not make life happier... If it weren't for the age limit for factory employment, I would have wanted to sign up myself... But if I had known that the situation was so serious and would progress so quickly, I would definitely not let her go..."

In addition to the dull sadness in his tone, there was also a trace of confusion and regret.

Fanning 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 investigation list included in the early plan.

According to the family members' self-reports, the causes of the dreams were almost the same, all because neighbors or co-workers shared their experiences vividly during daily chats, including descriptions of the strange man's face.

And the deaths in recent days also have some common points.

All of them started from some common physical discomforts that occurred about three months ago and gradually worsened.

Several family members said that the deceased had been consulted before his death and transferred to a new production line position, and the factory had emphasized the risks and rewards. According to their descriptions, everyone felt that the employer's attitude was generally "open and honest", but they did not expect that things would develop so quickly and viciously.

Three of the five female workers started with bleeding and swollen gums, then developed ulcers and detachment of the lower jaw, and finally died of infection or heavy bleeding. One male worker fainted due to anemia, and another male worker suffered from joint pain and systemic fractures, and later died of acute multifunctional organ failure.

The body will emit fluorescence in the dark, with different intensity and color.

However, this bizarre death itself seems to have no connection with the "Dream Man" incident.

Dupont looked up at the narrow alley ahead. In the night sky, there were chimneys. The billowing black smoke they emitted was scattered with orange light by the lights in the factory area.

"Go to the factory and have a look. I have contacted their boss." Dupont waved his hand, "But... this company has many products. If we keep it so strictly confidential, it will be difficult for us to lock in the production line with something fishy tonight."

"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, they can't immediately move away a production line that has been put into production."

Jinlangnia Machinery Manufacturing Factory is a comprehensive enterprise in the South Wharf District that manufactures mid-to-high-end life machinery products.

In recent years, they have achieved the industrialization and marketization of a large number of emerging utility patents. Through a series of cost-reduction and efficiency-enhancing measures, many objects that were originally only popular in rich families have become approachable and entered the vision of the middle class.

Three gentlemen and two policemen walked through the workers' housing complex in this area. At the corner of the street, there were more than ten commercial buildings rented out as administrative offices for the Jinlangnia Machinery Manufacturing Plant.

The warm lights in the glass floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated the street. Stanley, the factory owner, and a young woman sat opposite each other under a parasol by the steps, chatting. On the table were plates of exquisite snacks and cocktails served from the reception bar.

"Good evening, distinguished Mr. Dupont and 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 even shows a hint of melancholy and approachability in front of his knowledgeable teammates, but is almost indifferent and rigid towards outsiders.

But Stanley laughed so hard that his beard trembled: "Sirs, 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 to chat with Dupont. 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 other senior officials welcome you to our family business to guide our work."