"Uncle is actually a good person."

The sister-in-law's first sentence surprised Han Yu.

After the Gu family came into contact up and down, the general view was that the third child was a useless man, and Li Ailian provided a new perspective.

Han Yu only realized at this time that until now, he didn't really care about what kind of person the deceased was, but only used a template to understand him.

Just because he is Gu Bingkun's third son, he doesn't produce or do business, it doesn't seem appropriate to regard him as a low-grade gentleman.

"Uncle has always been very depressed, and he wanted to leave this house very early. Because he was exposed to progressive ideas in the school, he had a deep sympathy for the toiling masses. At the beginning, he really wanted to be with Ah Qiao, but he was ruthlessly broken up by the old man......"

Li Ailian knows much more deeply than others, she is a sensitive and delicate woman, she has seen a lot of the world, and she has been in contact with her uncle a lot.

Gu Sanshao is a sad young man.

He knew that this kind of life as a big capitalist sucking blood was wrong, and he also longed for equality and freedom, and even raised his arms and shouted with his classmates, full of blood.

But he himself is very weak, he doesn't dare to really betray his family, and under the pressure of his father, he only makes promises.

After the love in her heart was broken up, Gu Bailu gave up even more on herself, and she became a disgusting prodigal child.

Han Yu asked, "You usually talk to him a lot?" ”

Not only did they talk a lot, but they also talked very deeply, otherwise, Li Ailian would not have known Gu Bailu so well.

Li Ailian hesitated, but nodded honestly: "Usually my father-in-law, my husband and second uncle are busy with work, and only my uncle and I have lunch during the day, and in the past few years, I have only had the opportunity to chat with him." ”

When he married into the Gu family, he became a canary in a cage, and he rarely had the opportunity to contact outsiders. Although you can enjoy the glory and wealth, you also have a lot to lose.

Midnight dream, the Shanghai star doesn't know if he has ever regretted it.

After asking, Han Yu sighed for a while, and said to Zhou Erya: "If Gu Bailu is such a person, the murder case in the yarn factory should have little to do with him, and it is impossible for him to do such a ruthless thing." ”

Zhou Erya was holding a handkerchief and carefully wiping his fingers, not knowing what he touched just now.

"It's always easier for a pretty woman to be trusted, she obviously conceals part of the truth - and the part she says now doesn't clear Gu Bailu's suspicion, but increases the possibility that he has an affair with Tang Die. Sometimes, gentleness is more harmful than cruelty. Zhou Erya put away the handkerchief and said calmly.

Tang Die was pregnant with a child in her belly, and she was of course more likely to be impressed by the third young master's approachability, but after everything was done, Gu Bailu was not able to bear the consequences. This may also be the beginning of a tragedy.

Han Yu thought about it, and admired Zhou Erya very much in his heart.

Although Zhou Erya is calm and almost indifferent many times, it is precisely because of this kind of almost ruthless calmness that he will not be affected by external emotions and can analyze accurately like a precision instrument.

"Your grasp of people's hearts and emotions is really accurate." Han Yu sighed in admiration.

"Or ......"

"Or what?" Han Yu asked nervously.

Zhou Erya had no evidence for the time being, and he didn't want to tarnish a woman's name, so he shook his head and didn't continue: "We should take a look at the relics of the third young master of the Gu family again. ”

In other words, this sister-in-law's expression when she talks about her brother-in-law is more like a lover.

But it's about the name of the Gu family, whether it's a matter of whether it's a matter of the Gu family, it doesn't matter if you're dead, and the living will have to spend it in the dark in the future.

Zhou Erya is a gentleman in the end, and she doesn't want a beautiful woman to suffer the pain of being pointed out.

"I've checked before, but I didn't find anything useful." Han Yu sighed.

Zhou Erya smiled, turned her head and saw the dead textile girl on the white jade plate in Adjutant Cai's hand, and changed the topic: "What I am best at is ghosts and mysterious folk tales." Have you ever heard of the legend of the revenge of the textile lady in northern Jiangsu? ”

"Another legend?" Han Yu is not interested in folklore, he is a progressive young man who only believes in science.

Moreover, Han Yu believes in simplicity and Occam's razor principle, so he will directly delete details that seem unrelated to the facts of the case.

Zhou Erya is just the opposite, he pays attention to ethereal legends and irrelevant details, but he also has the ability to reconstruct these irrelevant details.

On the way back to China from Europe, Han Yu and Zhou Erya encountered a story of the legend of the Siren, but they didn't expect to return to Shanghai, and there was no clue about the case, and there were legends to patronize.

Zhou Erya ignored him, staring at the dead textile girl's dull eyes, as if talking to herself: "The textile girl is generally regarded as a symbol of hard work, and the sound it makes is 'weaving, weaving, weaving', as if urging everyone to work." About the children of the peasant family, when they were children, heard this crisp chirp. ”

"But there are also a few places where it is said that the weaver was originally incarnated by a woman who died of illness due to hard work, and its cry was full of grief and indignation, which was like a curse. When the weaver lady appears in the room, it is regarded as the most ominous omen. ”

Han Yu was stunned: "Where did you hear this legend?" ”

"A small town in Jiangbei."

Zhou Erya put on gloves and fiddled with the corpse of the textile lady in her hand, and added: "Gujia Qinglong Yarn Factory, the exploitation of female workers is still quite ruthless, it is said that when the company first started, many workers died of exhaustion or died of illness on the loom. In the old factory, every loom has blood stains coughed up by workers. ”

The working environment of the yarn factory is very poor, and the labor intensity is high, and the workers are easy to change to lung disease, coughing and vomiting blood at work, which is simply commonplace.

Zhou Erya's words made Han Yu's face change: "I thought the Gu family was an enlightened gentry......

Although Han Yu is a high-achieving student who has returned from studying abroad, he is still very naïve about the exploitation of domestic capital and the darkness of human nature.

"That's now." Zhou Erya sighed, "Capital came to the world, from head to toe, every pore was dripping with blood and filth. ”

If there was no labor for the workers to be squeezed, how could Qinglong Yarn Factory provide cheap and high-quality products to compete with foreigners, and how could it develop to its current scale?

The Gu family has money, and they have positions in the Shanghai Federation of Industry and Commerce and the Ministry of Industry, and they have a head and a face, so they are not so arrogant in doing things, and they pretend to give some benefits and freedom to the workers, but they are still very limited.

A female worker like Tang Die has to work at least 14 hours a day, and her monthly salary does not exceed six yuan, that is, ...... She couldn't even afford to rent the cramped pavilion where Han Yu lived before.

Of course, the factory will eat and live, but the kind of environment and diet can be imagined.

Han Yu asked hesitantly: "You mean, Tang Die was brutally exploited, so she turned into a textile lady after her death to take revenge." Let the people of the Gu family also taste the suffering she has suffered? ”

"I say that this is the source of the contradiction, and the specific motive is certainly not so abstract." Zhou Erya knew that this kind of abstract statement made Han Yu's science student's thinking very confused.

In fact, from the moment she set foot in Qinglong Yarn Factory, Zhou Erya felt a heavy atmosphere.

The bizarre and cruel nature of the case is only one reason. On the other hand, he is overwhelmed by this brutal exploitation and inequality.

Zhou Erya believes that it is precisely because of the existence of this inequality that terror and darkness have the soil to breed, and finally explode, forming that kind of tragic picture.

The deaths of Tang Die and Gu Bailu are nightmares that can invade people, and people will never forget them for the rest of their lives.

Han Yu was silent.

After a long time, he let out a long breath, as if he was too depressed to pass through, and looked out the window.

Before I knew it, it was already night, and the Gu Mansion was shrouded in thick darkness, and the poplar trees that surrounded the Western-style Mansion swayed in the night wind, making a snapping sound, as if the palm of a dead man's hand was slapping the glass window.

"Squeak", suddenly a window was blown open by the wind, and a slightly cold and fresh and moist breath poured in, making people shudder unconsciously.

"We're staying at Gu's house tonight."

Zhou Erya said to Han Yu that this was an invitation conveyed by Gu Bingkun through Sun Tangliang.

Although he didn't like to live in other people's places, he always felt that they would see more weird and scary things.

There is terror and truth hidden in the darkness, and in the distance there are wild cats crying like babies, I don't know if it is because of estrus or because of the cry of being killed.

The white and cold moonlight shone on the windowsill, and the shadows were full of shadows, as if there was a huge textile figure singing.

"Weave, weave, weave!"