Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 91: Solved

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The picture begins to distort, blur, and disappear.

Klein escaped from the dream-like experience, and his eyes adapted to the darkness of the bedroom.

He knows that his brother Benson uses 1 pound 10shilling, which is 30shilling weekly salary. It is quite hard to raise himself and Melissa according to the standard of normal civilians.

He thought that the weekly salary of most workers could reach 20shilling.

He heard Melissa mentioned that in the lower street of Iron Cross Street, some families of five, seven, or even ten people live in the same room.

He knows from Benson that in the past few months, due to the southern continent situation, the kingdom has experienced an economic downturn.

He understands that the housekeeping maid can take 3shilling6 pence to 6shilling per week.

Klein stretched out take action, squeezing his eyebrows, and did not speak for a long time, until Sir Dweyer lying in bed opened:

"Police officer, do n’t you say something? The Psychiatrist I asked before will chat with me in such an environment at this time and ask questions."

"However, I did feel peaceful. I almost fell asleep just now, but I didn't hear any moans and crying."

"How did you do it?"

Klein leaned on the back of the rocking chair, without answering questions, his voice said gently:

"sir, do you know lead poisoning? Do you know the harm of lead?"

"..." The Dweyer lying on the bed was silent for a few seconds. "I didn't know it before, but I knew it later. You mean that my psychological problem, or mental illness, is because I feel guilty about making lead Female workers and glazed female workers feel guilty? "

Do n’t wait for Klein to answer, he said as if he seized the negotiation initiative every time:

“Yes, I did feel guilty once, but I compensated them long ago. In my lead white factory and porcelain factory, each worker can get more salary than the same place. Quite a lot, in Beckland, the weekly salary of lead workers and glazed women workers does not exceed 8shilling, and I pay them 10shilling or more. "

"Oh, many people accused me of letting them lose their morals and make it difficult to recruit workers. If Grain Bill was abolished and many farmers went bankrupt and entered the city, they would have to follow me to raise their salaries."

"And I also told the supervisor of the factory that workers who had headaches and blurred vision many times left areas where they could be exposed to lead. If they were seriously ill, they could apply for assistance from my charity fund."

"I think I have done enough."

The tone of Klein spoke without any fluctuation:

"sir, sometimes you can never imagine the importance of a salary to a poor person. Even if they are unemployed for only one or two weeks, their families will suffer irreversible and tragic damage."

He paused and asked instead:

“I ’m curious, why do n’t you add equipment that protects against dust and lead poisoning in the factory so lovingly?”

Dweyer looked at the ceiling and smiled bitterly:

"That would make my costs so unacceptably high that I ca n’t compete with other lead factories and porcelain factories. I ’m not too concerned about the benefits in this respect, and I ’m even willing to subsidize some of the money, but it ’s always like this What's the point? This can only help a small number of workers, and can't become the industry standard, driving them to make changes. "

"This will evolve into me purely spending money to support people. I heard that some factories are still secretly using slaves in order to save costs."

Klein shook hands, silent for a while:

"sir, your psychological problems are due to the guilt accumulated by this point. Although you think they have faded away, they have disappeared. Originally, this will not have any obvious effect, but one thing stimulated you. , Let all questions be ignited at once, all ignited. "

"Is something irritating me? I don't know of such a thing." Dweyer said doubtfully and surely.

Klein makes the body shake gently with the rocking chair, explaining the tone gently:

"You have actually been asleep for a few minutes and told me one thing."

"Hypnotherapy?" Dweyer habitually guesses and draws conclusions.

Klein did not give a positive reply and directly said:

"You once saw a female worker who died on the way to work on the carriage. She died of lead poisoning and glazed your porcelain before her death."

"..." Dweyer rubbed the temples on both sides, whispering uncertainly, "There seems to be such a thing ... but I don't remember clearly ..."

Long-term insomnia has made his mental condition very poor. It seems that there are really similar scenes vaguely seen.

After thinking for a while, he no longer squeezed his poor brain and asked instead:

"What's that woman worker's name?"

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

Klein answered lowly and concisely:

"Two things."

"First, the female worker who died on the roadside is called Hailey Walker. This is what you told me. She is the most direct stimulation, so you need to find her parents and give more compensation."

"Second, widely publicize the dangers of lead in newspapers and magazines, and let your charity fund help more injured workers. If you can become a member of higher parliament, then promote this legislation."

Dweyer sat up slowly and smiled self-deprecatingly:

"I will do other things, but legislation, ah, I think this is not possible, because there are foreign competitors, the legislation will only make the Kingdom of these industries into a total crisis, one after another bankruptcy As a result, a large number of workers are unemployed, and poor organizations cannot save so many people. "

He turned around uncomfortably and got out of bed, straightened his neckline, and looked at Klein:

"Hailey Walker, right? I will immediately ask Karun to go to the porcelain factory to get her information, find her parents, police officer, please wait with me, and always evaluate my mental state."

"Okay." Klein slowly stood up and photographed the police uniform in black and white.

…………

At 11 o'clock in the morning, the living room on the first floor of the Dweyer home.

Klein, who hadn't talked much, sat on the single sofa, and silently looks at, a man and a woman, were brought in by the housekeeper Karun.

These two guests human skin have rough skin, wrinkles have begun to appear on their faces, the male's back is slightly rickety, and the woman has a black mole on her eyelids.

They basically agree with what Klein sees through Hailey, but they are older and haggard, so thin that they can barely see bones, and they are worn and worn out. It is said that even Iron Cross Street can't live down the street.

Woo ...

In Klein's spiritual sense, the cold wind began to swirl.

He squeezed his eyebrows, turned his eyes to Sir Dweyer, and saw a pale, transparent, and distorted figure appearing behind him.

"Morning, good morning, respect, Lord esteemed." The parents of Hailey salute abnormally.

Dweyer rubbed his forehead and asked:

"You are Hailey Walker's parents? Isn't she still having a brother, a two-year-old sister?"

Hailey ’s mother replied in awe: "She, her brother broke her leg at the dock some time ago and broke her leg. We let him take care of his sister at home."

Dweyer silently for a few seconds, sighed:

"I have deep sympathy for the misfortune of Hailey."

Hearing this sentence, Hailey ’s father and mother suddenly had red eyes, opening their mouths, and staggered:

"Thanks, thank you for your kindness."

"The police told us that Hailey died of lead poisoning. Should this be the word? Oh, my poor child, she is only seventeen years old. She has been quiet and stubborn."

"You sent someone to visit her and funded the cost of the burial, and she was buried in Raphael Cemetery."

Dweyer glanced at Klein, changed his sitting posture, leaned forward, and said in a heavy tone:

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

"I thought about it, I must compensate you, Hailey, her weekly salary is 10shilling, right? One year is 540shilling, um, £ 27, we assume she can work for at least 10 years."

"Karun, you give 300 pounds to Hailey's parents."

"3,300 pounds?" Hailey's father and mother were shocked.

When they were most ambitious, their savings did not exceed 1 pound!

Not only them, the bodyguards and servants in the living room are shocked and envious, even Sheriff Gait ca n’t help but make his breathing heavy-his weekly salary is only two pounds, and there is only one under his. The "V" police officer is only 1 pound.

In an unspeakable silence, the housekeeper Karun came out of the study, carrying a bulging cloth bag in his hand.

He hit the cloth bag, revealing the stacks of banknotes inside, ranging from 1 pound to 5 pounds, but more from 1shilling and 5shilling.

It can be seen that Dweyer made people exchange “small change” from the bank in advance.

"This is sir's intention." Karun, who was approved by the owner, handed the cloth bag to Hailey's parents.

Hailey ’s father and mother took it, rubbed their eyes, and looked over and over again.

"No, this, this is too generous, we shouldn't accept it." They clasped the bags tightly.

Dweyer Shen channel:

"This is what Hailey should get."

"You, you are a noble and kind sir!" Hailey's parents bowed excitedly.

There is a smile on their faces, an uncontrollable smile.

They praised Sir Dweyer again and again. They repeatedly said the few adjectives. They repeatedly said that Hailey would definitely appreciate each other in the kingdom of heaven.

"Karun, send someone to send them back, um, to the bank first." Dweyer relaxed, instructed the housekeeper.

Hailey ’s father and mother hugged the bag tightly and dared to stop and walked quickly to the door.

Klein saw that the pale, transparent figure behind Sir Dweyer tried to reach out to them and tried to follow them away, but they smiled extremely brightly and did not look back.

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

In the Klein's sensor, the coldness in the living room is normal.

He was just looks at quietly from beginning to end, without expressing any opinion.

"Police, I feel much better. Can you tell me now why my butler, servant and bodyguard can also hear crying and moaning? Should n’t this just be a psychological problem that belongs to me alone?" Dweyer curiously Looked over.

Supervisor Tolle, who knows the inside story, became nervous.

Klein replied without expression:

"In psychology, we call this phenomenon group hysteria."

PS: The prototypes of several female workers in the previous chapter are based on Jack. London, "Abyssal Residents-London eastern district News"