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Ademisor said today that he was not willing to go out.

"Fate tells me it's not a good day to go out." He closed his eyes and shook his head firmly at the man outside the door, "Please let me rest for a day, I want to write to Mrs. Norma." ”

"Alright then, you write the application, and I'll pass it on to Miss Maria."

Sean grabbed his blue hair, and actually grabbed a pink bow from it, thinking that it was noon, and he dangled around with a bow all morning, this thick man of 1.8 meters couldn't help but blush.

While thinking that it must be his little daughter who took advantage of his inattention to use her hair to practice the doll, he carefully smoothed the wrinkles and put them in his pocket: "Today I am going to expand our processing plant, it is all hard work, and your little arms and legs really can't help much." There are a lot of people, and Gavin said that it is not good to work with living corpses during the day, so he asked me to come over, and he will bring his subordinates to help at night. ”

"I've already written it." Ademisor had already prepared to pull out a note from his language textbook and hand it to Sean, "I'm sorry for you." ”

"Your destiny path is amazing." The Windswept Man was amazed, "Can you have a premonition of when I will win the lottery?" ”

"I can't do it yet." Ademisol said honestly, "You don't seem to have much luck lately. ”

"Huh! You kid! Before he could be frightened, Ademisor quickly closed the door. Sean stood outside the door and cursed angrily and funny, then walked away with a grunt.

At this time, Maria was in the processing factory, and bags of coarse bread were brought from her own bread factory as a lunch to reward the employees for a month's hard work. There are several lathes and a workbench for grinding metal in the two workshops, and the smell of kerosene is thick everywhere, and in the corners are unopened boxes and parts to be machined today.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

After being processed by the workers, the semi-finished products are sent to other factories with whom they have been working for a long time, and the monthly order is enough to pay the employees more than half a pound a week. The men, women and children of the factory wore burqas to protect themselves from oil, took off their thick rough gloves, and devoured the bread of the day at noon with the tea that could be served at the buffet in the vats. People are walking or sitting, talking and laughing loudly, and they look lively and full of life and vitality.

After eating, they will go to the two newly rented factories to clean up the clutter and set up the workshop, and the whole factory will be doubled in size.

The expansion of the factory meant more jobs, more orders and more stable wages, so everyone was smiling and looking forward to a better life in the future, even daring to quietly imagine a £1 a week.

As a result, dozens of new permanent workers were recruited at the processing plant, many of whom were women who had been laid off when the mill had introduced machinery. The machine made them nervous, but the new job somewhat smoothed the gloom of the recent days.

Maria was sitting on two tiers of boxes, eating a simple burger she had made. She used the tea leaves that she was usually reluctant to drink to give herself a cup of clear tea, savored it carefully, and her movements were very casual and relaxed, not ladylike at all.

The workers passing by under the boxes greeted her, and she greeted them one by one, smiling on their faces. The sun at noon today is warm, and it makes everyone feel comfortable and relaxed, and the full stomach adds some thin happiness. After waiting for a few minutes, a tall clump of blue seaweed appeared in the crowd in the distance, and the seaweed gradually approached, came to the factory, and came to Maria.

"Ademisol is on leave, and I'm not here to help today!"

As soon as Sean came in, he said loudly, waving the leave slip in his hand: "Miss Maria, have you started working?" ”

"You're here, let's get started! You're our Hercules! ”

Sean embarrassed: "I've never won against you by breaking my wrists......"

Maria couldn't help but laugh, then stood up from the box and said loudly to all the employees in the factory: "Everyone prepare, after a ten-minute break, we will expand the factory according to the arranged plan!" Technicians who assemble the machine, as long as you have a machine installed, we will start working immediately! ”

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Last night, Crane had sneaked into Dr. Allen's dreams, met the Tower and Will Encettin hidden inside, and took the paper cranes left behind. As he listened to Dr. Allen talk about his nightmares in the club, especially when he took out the paper cranes that had been folded by the night watchman and were even more ugly than himself, it took a lot of effort for Crane to hold back his desire to laugh.

Bidding farewell to Dr. Allen, who had a sad face, the next day, Crane accompanied Mike, a reporter from the Daily Observer, into the East Side to interview the rescued girls.

In the face of a full £1 interview fee, no one refused, not even some of the girls who had been tortured.

Although the police have made a decision on the Carpin case, there are always many reporters and detectives who are active or want to attract attention who believe that there is something hidden in it, so private interviews and tabloid rumors abound, and it is not completely impossible to bring up. In this interview, Kapin's guilt is one focus, and the current situation of the girls is another, the former is infuriating, the latter is heavy.

Daisy was actually lucky, she was able to go to work as soon as she returned home, and she could get food in exchange for her own labor, and no more than a third of the rescued people like her, and most of them belonged to the kind of family that still had some savings, and their situation allowed them to be physically and mentally traumatized for a while, and they could patiently find suitable work.

I heard that her sister Freya participated in Miss Maria's expansion factory recruitment, but unfortunately did not make the selection.

"I thought you'd get some compensation."

Mike blurted out, and after saying that, he himself fell into a deep silence first.

The other two-thirds of those rescued had to struggle to survive, and in the midst of a large number of unemployed women textile workers, they often had to find temporary low-paid jobs.

Some people can squeeze into Miss Maria's expanded processing plant, but those who are lucky enough to be in need of help, and the total number is only about 100, which is a drop in the bucket for the unemployed in the East End.

Those whose parents and siblings have not been unemployed are okay, at least they can help each other and barely fill their stomachs, and the less optimistic part of the family has openly and secretly embarked on the path of street girls.

As if they had never been rescued, they sold their bodies once, perhaps just for some food.

This made Mike become as silent as last time, and it wasn't until he left the East End when it was dark that he came to his senses and thanked Crane: "Sherlock, thanks to your help, otherwise I would definitely be blackmailed by those hooligans and gangsters today." ”

"Isn't that what you hired me for?" Crane smiled politely without any smugness.

With the previous advice, the old Khloe and Liv's family did not disclose the fact that he helped find people for free, especially Daisy, who was quite smart, and when Mike asked them if they knew any special people, they directly replied "Mr. Reporter and Mr. Detective".

Mike nodded habitually, and walked in silence for a while.

Before getting into the carriage, he suddenly exhaled and said: "I would like to appeal to this report, calling on the government to take out the real estate of Kaping and set up a special relief fund, so as to use the annual income to help these rescued girls and help other people who have been hurt by Kaping, so that they can have a chance to break free from the current predicament." ”

Although Capping's safe has been wiped out along with the mansion, his greatest wealth is in the real estate he bought. These, these should all be ill-gotten gains. ”

Crane listened carefully, looked at Mike deeply, and praised him from the bottom of his heart: "You are the best reporter I have ever met." ”

"In fact, donating to established foundations and charitable organizations can save a lot of time, and they are more experienced," he added. For example, Maria of the Ernst Foundation, we have all seen her, and judging by her behavior, she should be a good leader. ”

Although the relationship between the Foundation and the Aurora Society is confusing, from what I have observed, Maria is indeed a good person to be trusted.

"I'll consider that offer."

"There are quite a few journalists like me. But you have a point, there are always some idealists in this world, and maybe we are all like them. Mike sighed.

With that, he paid Crane £10 for his employment, took off his hat and waved.

Seeing the reporter get into the rental carriage, Crane prepared to go in the other direction and take public transportation home. It was getting dark, and the appointed time was coming. At this time, Mike suddenly opened the car window and asked with a teasing smile, "Sherlock, I am not the only reporter you know, right?" ”

Crane was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Guess." ”

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Ravenmont, wearing a flannel-tipped hat, stood on Edward's shoulders and felt a peculiar tension.

In the memory of Amun's group, he participated in various banquets, visited the nobles a lot, and there were countless balls, after all, he was one of the great nobles who supported the Tudor Empire in the Quaternary Age. But Amon felt that what he had to do today was more exciting and interesting than the records of the distant past, because this time he was not parasitic on anyone, he was not playing anyone, he was not even himself.

He's going to make a ...... A crow with human nature.

"Gah."

Isn't that too risky? When the simple wooden door in front of him opened, revealing the smiling face of a young man with black hair, brown eyes and beard, Amon couldn't help but hide next to Edward's sideburns and scream.

"It's fine."

He believed that they had all seen the thin gray mist that hung over this young man, carrying a faint aura of high spiritual personality that Amon wanted to get close to and was a little frightened, and the extraordinary properties and occult connections of his own seals were slightly more active. He had itchy hands and a desire to steal, and then smoothly stole a pound of paper money from Crane's pocket.

Crane didn't find out.

"So much?" Picking up a large paper bag from Edward's hand, he found it heavy and full of packaged pastries and fruits, Crane was surprised and a little embarrassed, "You're so polite, I thought it was just a normal meal." ”

"It's okay, I did it myself, and I only spent money on raw materials."

Unimpressed, Edward entered the house and tried to take off his coat, only to find that the fireplace was not turned on, and there was no charcoal fire inside, and there were almost no signs of use. She remembered that it was November, and she looked at Crane with a look of surprise, and Crane looked away.

"That's right...... It seems that I should not have brought pastries, but hot pot. Then save it for next time. Russell was fond of it, and the spicy flavor was also to the taste of the Intis nobles, who were hunters. ”

"But at that time, spices were expensive, and they had to be transported from the southern continent along with the chili peppers. The cost of not buying is huge, it takes a long time, and the output is still very small. In terms of individual sales, the price was high, and almost all of them were booked by the nobles, so it was considered a luxury food at the time. ”

"Hot pot...... Crane gave a look of reminiscence, and then put the bag on the table regretfully, "But there is no electricity in this world, and if you want to eat hot pot, you have to go to the cooking table and eat it while cooking." ”

Edward recalled, "No. Fondue is very popular in Intis and is a status symbol. Imagine a splendid living room, with a high dome, golden sculptures and crystal lamps, where noble people above the viscount gather for a lavish feast, and a steaming hot pot with caviar, deep-sea tuna, and the best wine from a certain adult's winery, and then everyone reservefully let the servants wash all kinds of food in it, laugh and eat together, and eat the red pot together until tears flowed and tears flowed. It's a once-a-time food gathering every month. ”

Crane thought hard, barely relying on the image above the gray fog and adding 100 million points of decoration to make up for the splendid palace, and the noble people replaced it with copy-pasting Miss "Justice".

Then he found that the first thought that came to him was not "extravagance and waste", but "I can't even afford to eat hot pot"......

The huge gap made Crane frown and be confused for a moment, then smiled, not taking it too seriously. It's almost time for dinner, the two of them take out all kinds of food from the bag together, the pastries and food with all the colors and flavors are packed in boxes similar to metal lunch boxes, which magically plays a role in keeping warm and sealing, when Crane opens a box casually, he can smell the hot fragrance coming to his face, recalling his memories of fried cake fritters and various morning teas, which makes people's appetite move.

After taking his seat, Edward opened the puff pastry mille-feuille round cake, opened the porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, and drank it slowly and elegantly and reservedly.

But he straightened his back, and after eating for a while, he revealed his true form, and started a happy dinner activity of shrimp dumplings in his left hand, seafood porridge in his right hand, sweet cakes in his mouth, and rice rolls in the distance.

The two abandoned the tradition of "eating without saying a word, sleeping without speaking", and chatted while eating, from the life of the old days to the recent daily life.

Edward doesn't pay much attention to Crane, and this proper sense of distance also makes Crane feel comfortable, and the other party is very good at interpersonal communication. Otherwise, even if they are the only fellows, they will soon have nothing to say if they don't look up and look down every day, not to mention that they are very different in any aspect. Crane didn't worry about what trouble he caused the other party, but occasionally worried about whether he would be affected by some occult influence of the demon angels, especially during the time when he was investigating the demon dogs.

Edward watched as he unwittingly revealed a lot of information in the exchange—probably not that important to him—such as the tall tower in the dream of the man named Alan, the silver-white red-eyed serpent, and the kid named Will Onsetin holding a wheel of fortune in his hand, and these things had been reported to the Night Church, so Crane was completely a special experience.

She was not stingy with knowledge: "You are right, Will is the name of the speaker of the "School of Life", it is a Sequence 1 Mercury Serpent, one sequence higher than me, it is the best choice not to have a relationship."

"And the Demon Dog ......"

"The people behind it are indeed lurking."

He loves to eat these old foods. Amon secretly observed how much food came to this human being who was related to the Source Castle. In front of him were small plates with a few of his favorite pastries, and from time to time he stole something he wanted to eat.

There is also a great desire to communicate. Amon thought.

It also has a relationship with Fort Source. He lowered his head and pecked two sips of wine-stuffed balls, feeling a little too sweet, and quickly took a sip of water.

"By the way, ...... lately" Crane's itinerary in the past two days has been inseparable from the East End, and rumors have spread in the newspapers and extraordinary circles about the East End. When Crane thought of Kapin's matter, he was still a little curious about what was going on, but then he felt that the other party might not care about this matter, so the words became another sentence when they came to their mouths,

"Do you know anything about the Ernst Foundation?"

TBC

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Thanks to everyone's efforts, I'm cardined, haha (.

I took the time to look at the book review website, and I was prepared for the polarization of the reviews of this article, but some of the comments are really very mysterious.

Share one that I find most astonishing:

"The author has designed a hanger that is stronger than the original".