"It was a beautiful spacious room. Pink wallpaper is plastered on the wall. Countless light stone lamps emit a soft, hazy light. Dreamy music wafted from the depths of the room. There are many pigsties along the wall, and the brightly colored pigs are dozing off or taking a contented walk.

"In front of each pigsty sat a sanitized man, with a large fan in his hand, fanning the wind rhythmically - I sat in a circle of chairs with 24 of my companions, and we all stared at a small platform in the middle of the floor, on which lay a freshly produced ham, and 25 people stared at the ham with wide eyes, carefully.

"I have been working for seven weeks at the Weiteqi ham factory on the floating island of Trisson, and I write this text, and I vouch for my character, swearing in the name of the god of thunder, the god of the sea, the god of the sky, the god of light, and the newly appeared god of darkness - the above is pure nonsense!"

When he saw this text, Rutsford was having breakfast, laughing so hard that he almost fell out of his wheelchair. Startled, the newly promoted naval commander Nimitz hurriedly got up and helped.

Rustford smiled and shook his hand: "Don't worry, my commander, everything is fine. This book, oh, called "The Slaughterhouse," is a recent bestseller. ”

"It's very popular, I heard that you like to read, I bought a copy, I didn't have time to read it, but since it's popular, I don't think there will be anything to cause trouble. ”

The author is...... Sinclair, an unknown newcomer, went to the slaughterhouse to investigate, and it was really difficult for him. ”

Rushford flipped the next page, and then, he couldn't sit still.

"Here's how it really is: spoiled pork is rubbed with baking soda to remove the sour smell, poisoned rats are shoveled into sausage blenders, water that has been washed is made into spices, workers walk around the meat, spitting, dust, sweat, phlegm and the carcasses of flies drowned in the stinking gravy into the meat......"

With a bang, Lu Sifu slammed the silver plate containing the half-eaten barbecue sausage to the ground: "Damn!"

Nimitz was startled and exclaimed, "Your Excellency, what's wrong with you?"

Rusford's face turned pale, and he pointed to the book.

After reading it, Nimitz persuaded, "Your Excellency, this is just one film." It's fake. The words of the main character, 'Eugis', are also false—he said to stay for seven weeks, and the author will do it for seven weeks? Maybe he stood on the edge of a garbage dump for five minutes......"

Luxford raised his hand to stop him: "Is there a floating island in Trisson? Is there a Weiteki ham factory? Is there a brand of Weiteki ham?"

"Well, there is. ”

"Don't tell me, you don't know the methods of those black-hearted factory owners! If it weren't for the righteous indignation, what little-known writer would dare to write such a book provoking the factory owners!"

Lusford slapped the table indignantly: "Call me the police commissioner—no, let him invite Mr. Sinclair, come with him, and invite him with the courtesy of a distinguished guest!

At this time, Sinclair was talking to his wife in the living room: "Aurora, I'm afraid we're moving. I...... Still underestimating my book. ”

The pregnant wife chuckled and said, "You, when you don't have fire, you think about fire all day long, and when you are fire, you are afraid, coward." A letter with a blade in it frightens you? Whose book is not scolded?"

"No, if it were me, it would be easy to say. I firmly believe that justice cannot be killed, and the sun cannot cover it. But, but you're pregnant, and it's the most critical first trimester, and those black-hearted factory owners can do anything, I'm afraid—"

"What are you afraid of, I can still run and jump. Don't worry, you only scolded one factory, and you didn't scold all of them. Besides, the book is already on fire, and if something happens to us at this time, will Wei Teki be cleaned? I see, they are busy cleaning up at this time. ”

Aurora's words made Sinclair laugh, and he shook his head: "Anyway, let's think of it as a trip, well, I've heard that tourism on Stanford's floating island has been hot lately, and going there is just the right time to accumulate some material for the next book." How?"

"Okay. Shall we go?"

Sinclair was stunned: "Let's go?"

"What a man decides to do, do it quickly, don't hesitate. Listen to me, bring your wallet, grab a few more clothes and a suitcase, and we'll be out of the door in five minutes - don't laugh, if you can't, I'll not talk to you or do your laundry for a day, now the timer begins. ”

Sinclair was like a whirlwind, four minutes and five seconds, after cleaning up, he opened the door, looked back and smiled: "Just right." ”

Then, he saw Aurora's dumbfounded face.

Two big men in black dresses stood at the door, and one of them said, "You are Mr. Sinclair, the author of "The Slaughterhouse"?"

The two big men blocked the door so tightly that even half of the early morning sun was obscured.

Sinclair nodded uneasily: "You are ......"

"Come with us, your book has caught the attention of Governor Rustford, who wishes to have a good conversation with you about the inferior sausages and the black-hearted factory owner. ”

The little two are fluted.

Immediately after, the two erupted in cheers and hugged each other tightly.

Sinclair burst into tears: "Aurora, I succeeded, I succeeded!"

"Yes, yes, you've succeeded, and finally someone is willing to fight with you for justice! Sinclair, I know you're going to succeed! Come on, come on!"

The two big men were obviously well-cultivated enough, smiling at all this and waiting patiently.

"So, then, you two, please be seated," Sinclair stammered, and he was overjoyed, "poor writer, with nothing to entertain......

"Thanks, no need, let's get going, shall we? ”

"Good!"

"Wait a minute," said Aurora, "Sinclair, change into the clothes you just made, you can't go to the Doge like this." ”

Sinclair was stunned: "What did we just do......"

"No need," the big man denied for the second time, "Madam, the Governor's Palace will provide guests with decent clothing, don't you think that we can't even get a formal dress?"

Sinclair smiled, "Okay, Aurora, don't worry, I'll go back as soon as I go." ”

"But ......"

"Wait until I'll be back, dear!" Sinclair said, giving his wife a peck on the lips.

Aurora was upset: "Is that all there is to it?"

"There are still outsiders watching!"

"No, be serious, hug me!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Not much, hurry up. ”

The two clasped their hands together, their lips slowly approaching, and the moment their lips met, Aurora shoved a small object into Sinclair's hand.

Sinclair frowned.

It was a sharp blade, caught in an anonymous threatening letter sent in it.

"Aurora ......"

"Go quickly, go back quickly, if it's inconvenient, take a shortcut back, remember, take a shortcut back. I'll wait for you in the Sanctuary of the Cult of the Dark God. ”

Sinclair nodded, and quietly pushed the blade into the hole in the hairy sleeve with his middle finger.

With that, Aurora straightened her husband's collar and smiled, "Let's go!"

A big man smiled and said, "The relationship between the two is really good, madam, we will send your husband back soon." Mr. Sinclair, please?"

"Well," Sinclair was dragged out the door by two big men, "where's your car?"

"Back alley. ”

"Back alley, why don't you stop at the front door?"

"The Doge doesn't want too many people to know that he has met you. In particular, those black-hearted factory owners you are talking about. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

The carriage was parked in the back alley where the sewage flowed, the door was open, and another big man was guarding the door: "Is it him?"

The big man behind him said in a deep voice: "Yes." ”

"Let's go," the big man smirked, "and get him where he needs to go." ”

Sinclair thought it was bad: "Who are you, who are you? What are you going to do?"

Two big men grabbed him on the left and the right, and threw him into the carriage with a bang: "Of course, take you to the slaughterhouse to squat, this time you can squat there forever - go!"

The carriage started slowly, and Sinclair shouted, "Help!

Then he was gagged with a mass of rags.

The big man who picked him up just now was still polite: "Your book is on fire, the future of the Wei Teqi factory is bleak, and the brand of 20 years will be ruined; 12 branch factories, more than 8,500 people will lose their jobs; the profit of 3.2 million yuan per month will be wiped out, do you think the adults and men who are waiting for extra money in the tax, shipping, police, and the governor's palace will be very happy?"

Sinclair struggled desperately.

The big man sighed, "Even though you are such a bad guy, we will still keep our promise and send you back soon—to make you into a sausage and send you back." Your lady is beautiful and has a good relationship with you, and after we have asked her to taste the sausages made from you, we will also invite her to taste ours, and finally, the righteous and conscientious husband and wife brand sausages will give the people of all Jagenque a chance to taste them, and give them some courage to pursue stupid justice. What do you think?"