Dena and her party followed Elbert through the narrow alleys between the haphazardly built low, dilapidated houses, which were so narrow that in some places you would have to turn sideways and ask him to pass if a person came across from them. Along with the narrow lanes, there is also a dirty environment. There are no sewers, only open ditches on either side of the main roadway, but these ditches are also shallow, and in the smaller lanes, there is no drainage at all. Domestic sewage can only be dumped directly on the ground, so most places are cross-flowing. As she walked, Dena and Alice had to carefully avoid the sewage and feces.

"I studied nursing and know how important hygiene is for human health." Dena furrowed her eyebrows and said to Elber, "The sanitary conditions in the workers' quarters are really poor right now. This will bring a lot of diseases, and the workers will not be able to afford the diseases that they and their families cannot afford to live up to. ”

"We've noticed that." "The union organized some people to dig some drainage ditches here and built some public toilets in the form of voluntary labor. However, the workers work very hard, and most of them are extremely tired after work. Many people may even fall asleep while walking. So our construction is proceeding slowly. ”

"These factories must have given their workers 'Dianabol'." Dena said.

The patent for "Mighty Pill", which is MacDonald's fist product, has long expired, and its production is actually very simple, so there are a large number of companies producing this thing in countries with almost a little chemical ability. With the spread of this thing, some of the demonic attributes of this thing are gradually revealed. What will lead to extreme exhaustion and depression after use, what will lead to irritability and decreased self-control after heavy use, and what will lead to psychological dependence after long-term use, these things have been known by more than one person.

However, in the face of this problem, Scrooge did not face the sea at all. Lo. Panic when you have a problem. Because he knew that the pill was so useful to too many people that he didn't even have to think about washing the floor for it. In this world, which factory owner would not use "Strongman" for his employees? In this world, which country has the ability to do it will not use "strong pills" for its soldiers? There are too many economic interests in this, so that anyone who tries to oppose "Mighty Pill" will be labeled as a troublemaker, and as for the mainstream media, they spontaneously and consciously washed the floor for Scrooge without spending a penny and sang praises for "Mighty Pill".

"The so-called 'strong pills' are drugs that are addictive, and it is a lie that has no basis at all." Even the most authoritative academic journal, The Lancet, published the following article: "Judging from our strict comparison of various animals, there is no difference in anatomical characteristics between animals that use and do not. And so far, we have not found any animals that have had the same problems with their physical function after cutting off the supply of Dianabol as they did after morphine-addicted animals were stopped. All kinds of facts can prove one thing, that is: the so-called 'strong pill' is completely untenable, and it is only a psychological effect......"

In another very professional and authoritative journal, "Nature", the invention of "strong pills" was listed among the greatest inventions of the nineteenth century, and even ranked ahead of sulfonamides.

However, no matter how these media wash it, Dena knows one thing, and that is: "Powerful Pill" is definitely not a good thing. Because Scrooge forbade anyone in the family to use this thing very strictly, just like he strictly forbade anyone to use the sea. Lo. Because of the same. So Dena is very sure that "Strongman" is definitely problematic. As for the washing of the floor, it can't fool Dana at all, it's just the sound of money.

"Yes. All the factories are using that. Elber replied.

"We want to keep the workers from using this stuff as much as possible." "Don't believe the in the media. There's definitely something wrong with that thing. ”

"We all know that." Siegfelt interjected, "I've been to a lot of factories and seen the state of workers who have been using Mighty pills for a long time. In general, in a few years, they are completely wasted. But, let's be honest, the average life expectancy of a German worker is also very short without 'Bollican'. The Forward newspaper has reported on this, but it has not done much. ”

"Of course. There are so many stakes involved. Dena said.

At this time, Elber stood in front of a low house. He first shouted into the room: "Hannah, someone has come to see Fritz." Then he turned to Dena and said, "This is it, Fritz, one of the survivors, is here." ”

"Ah, who is it?" With this voice, the crooked door opened, and a woman who appeared to be about fifty or sixty years old, but who was in fact thirty or forty years old did not know. The mothers-in-law in the workers' families always age very early, and they are often too old to be old at the age of thirty or forty.

"Ah, it's Elber. Who are these people? The woman asked when she saw some of the men who were following Elber, and saw that they did not look like workers.

"Here are a couple of reporters from The Forward." "They wanted to know what it was like. It also helps us to ask the black-hearted bosses for medical bills. By the way, where did little Hans go? ”

"Went to the train station to pick up cinders." The woman looked at everyone, especially Siegfeldt, who was a step higher than their door, and said, "It's a mess in the house, so I'll help Fritz out." ”

Elber looked at everyone.

"No, the smell outside is not good, let's go inside." Siegfeldt said. So a few people went into the house.

As soon as she entered the room, she felt that it was dark and she could hardly see anything, and it took a while for her eyes to adjust to the dim light of the room. The house was already small, and the windows were as small as a rat hole, and the door was always tightly closed because the air outside was always filled with the pungent smell of ammonia. This made the room darker and darker.

Like Dena, Siegfelt couldn't see anything clearly when he entered the house, and his situation was more troublesome than Dena's, because he was so tall that he hit the low ceiling.

After her eyes had fully adjusted to the light in the room, Dena saw a man lying on the bed against the wall, presumably Fritz, one of the victims of the gas leak.

The woman walked over to the man lying on the bed and said, "Fritz, Elber has come to see you with a couple of reporters. ”

The man on the bed heard this and struggled to sit up, his eyes rolling in all directions, but Dena noticed that his eyes were not focused on them, and it was clear that Fritz could no longer see anything. The woman hurried forward and helped him.

"Hello, Mr. Fritz. I'm a journalist for the Bavarian Forward Zeitung, my name is Dena, and I want to know what happened at the time of the accident. Dena walked up to Fritz and said to him.

"Miss Dena, that's ......," Fritz began to tell of the terrible turn of events.

"It was about half past six in the morning, and it was time for the shift to be handed over. Putra and I, along with William, were waiting for a shift. At this time, Putra, who was in charge of monitoring the air pressure of the large pressure tank, suddenly shouted: "The air pressure in the pressure tank has dropped! We don't know what's in this pressure tank, but we all know what it means that the pressure tank is losing pressure. Without opening the pressure tank valve, it just means that the pressure tank is leaking.

Miss Dena, to be honest, we don't know what's in this jar. But we know that it's certainly not a good thing. Because the factory we work in is a factory that produces pesticides, and most of the things we produce are toxic. This jar is not the final pesticide product, just an intermediate product, but it is just as toxic.

Pratt's face changed and he said, 'There must be something wrong with the No. 7 valve.' The No. 7 valve had a leak at the beginning, and when it was inspected, it was found that it had been deformed a little under high pressure. However, the manufacturer repaired the valve and replaced it with a thicker rubber gasket, so it no longer leaked, so the matter was let go. Because anyway, if the No. 7 valve leaks again, just close the No. 3 valve on the top. Many workers in the factory knew about this. At the time, many workers were skeptical that such a simple treatment would solve the problem.

At this time, a foul smell had already arrived, and we were immediately choked and coughed, and at the same time, our eyes were hot and painful, as if someone had splashed them directly into our eyes with chili water. At that time, my tears kept flowing down and I could barely see anything. Putra covered his nose with a towel and rushed in the direction of the valve. I also pulled a towel to wipe my sweat and covered my nose and followed--I was not brave, but we all knew that if this thing was released in large quantities, I don't know how many worker brothers would be poisoned.

The No. 3 valve is so high that you usually have to stand on a stool to get it. At this time, our eyes are full of tears, and we can hardly see anything. I vaguely saw Pratt climb up, as if turning the valve, and then I felt like a fire was burning in my lungs, and I coughed violently, and then fainted. When I woke up, I couldn't see anything. ”