Chapter: 300
"There are more than a hundred people, no, close to two hundred people." He whispered in surprise, seeing that the people in the line were all dressed in shabby clothes, with numb expressions, and only occasionally looked anxiously at the entrance of the workhouse.
Frye slowed down, and said in a cold and gloomy manner: "The number of homeless poor people that each workhouse can accept every day is limited, and they can only be selected according to the order in which they line up. people enter."
"This also has factors of the downturn in recent months..." Leonard sighed.
"Those who didn't get the quota can only figure out their own way?" Klein asked subconsciously.
"They can also go to other poorhouses to try their luck. The opening hours of different poorhouses are different, but there will always be the same long queue. Some people are waiting at two o'clock in the afternoon." Fryton paused. "Most of the remaining people will starve for a day, so they lose the ability to find a job, and fall into a vicious circle that goes straight to death. Those who can't bear it will give up their persistence in kindness..."
Klein was silent for a few seconds, then exhaled, "The newspapers never publish these...Mr. Frye, I rarely hear you say so much."
"I used to be a priest in the Goddess' workhouse." Frye was still in that cold state.
The well-dressed three arrived at the gate of the poorhouse in the West District, showed their IDs to the gatekeeper who looked at the lineup arrogantly, and were ushered into the poorhouse.
This workhouse was transformed from an old church. The mass hall was covered with cushions and hung with hammocks. The thick smell of sweat mixed with foot odor filled every corner.
There are quite a few homeless people inside and outside the hall, some of them are wielding hammers to break stones, some of them are picking thin wadding from old ropes, and no one is idle.
"In order to prevent the poor from becoming rogues by relying on relief, the "Poor Law" of 1336 stipulated that each poor person could only stay in the workhouse for a maximum of five days, and if he exceeded it, he would be driven out. During these five days, they also It is necessary for those criminals in the prison to work, to knock rocks or to pick up ropes." Frye introduced a few sentences for Klein and Leonard without any emotion.
Leonard opened his mouth, and finally said, whether it was sarcasm or a statement: "If you leave this workhouse, you can go to another one. Of course, you may not be able to live in it again... Oh, maybe in the eyes of some people, poverty are equal to criminals.�
"...Pick the rope?" Klein was silent for a while, not knowing what to ask.
"The fiber in the old rope is a good material to fill the gaps in the ship." Frye stopped and found the burnt marks on the ground.
They waited for a few minutes, and the director and pastor of the workhouse rushed over, both men in their forties.
"Sols set fire here, and he only burned himself to death?" Leonard pointed to the traces on the ground.
The director of the workhouse is a man with a broad and slightly protruding forehead. He scanned the direction Inspector Mitchell pointed with his blue eyes, nodded affirmatively, and said, "Yes."
"Before this, what unusual behavior did Sols have?" Klein added.
The dean of the workhouse thought for a while and said: "According to the person sleeping next to him, Sols has been chanting 'The Lord has abandoned me', 'This world is too filthy and filthy', 'I have nothing left' Waiting for the words, full of resentment and despair, but no one thought that he planned to smash all the kerosene lamps while everyone was asleep, and set fire to this place. Thank the Lord, someone discovered and stopped his evil deeds in time."
Klein and Leonard successively found several poor people who slept next to Sols last night, and found the guards who stopped the tragedy, but they only got answers that were no different from the information.
Of course, they secretly used spirit vision, divination and other methods to confirm whether the other party was lying.
"It seems that Sauls has long had the idea of ??revenge and self-destruction, a seemingly normal case." Leonard let the dean and pastor leave, and expressed his opinion first.
Klein thought about it and said, "My divination also tells me that there are no extraordinary factors affecting this case."
"Temporarily rule out the Saul arson case," Leonard concluded.
At this moment, Frye suddenly said: "No, there may be other possibilities. For example, Sols was instigated by someone else. That person is an Extraordinary, but he didn't use extraordinary methods."
Klein's eyes lit up, and he immediately echoed, "It's possible, for example, the instigator before!"
"Instigator" Triss!
But this has nothing to do with Mrs. Lovis' death... he thought with a slight frown.
Hearing Klein and Frye's speculation, Leonard tore off the collar of his shirt, walked back and forth a few steps, and said, "Then we must investigate everyone Sols had contact with in the workhouse, as well as the fact that he went bankrupt and was kicked out of the house." Everyone I met later, this is very troublesome... Let's hurry up and do a separate investigation here, and then go straight to the third death in the West District, and hand over the rest to the police."
"Okay." Klein replied without hesitation. JrNovels.com
Frye slowed down, and said in a cold and gloomy manner: "The number of homeless poor people that each workhouse can accept every day is limited, and they can only be selected according to the order in which they line up. people enter."
"This also has factors of the downturn in recent months..." Leonard sighed.
"Those who didn't get the quota can only figure out their own way?" Klein asked subconsciously.
"They can also go to other poorhouses to try their luck. The opening hours of different poorhouses are different, but there will always be the same long queue. Some people are waiting at two o'clock in the afternoon." Fryton paused. "Most of the remaining people will starve for a day, so they lose the ability to find a job, and fall into a vicious circle that goes straight to death. Those who can't bear it will give up their persistence in kindness..."
Klein was silent for a few seconds, then exhaled, "The newspapers never publish these...Mr. Frye, I rarely hear you say so much."
"I used to be a priest in the Goddess' workhouse." Frye was still in that cold state.
The well-dressed three arrived at the gate of the poorhouse in the West District, showed their IDs to the gatekeeper who looked at the lineup arrogantly, and were ushered into the poorhouse.
This workhouse was transformed from an old church. The mass hall was covered with cushions and hung with hammocks. The thick smell of sweat mixed with foot odor filled every corner.
There are quite a few homeless people inside and outside the hall, some of them are wielding hammers to break stones, some of them are picking thin wadding from old ropes, and no one is idle.
"In order to prevent the poor from becoming rogues by relying on relief, the "Poor Law" of 1336 stipulated that each poor person could only stay in the workhouse for a maximum of five days, and if he exceeded it, he would be driven out. During these five days, they also It is necessary for those criminals in the prison to work, to knock rocks or to pick up ropes." Frye introduced a few sentences for Klein and Leonard without any emotion.
Leonard opened his mouth, and finally said, whether it was sarcasm or a statement: "If you leave this workhouse, you can go to another one. Of course, you may not be able to live in it again... Oh, maybe in the eyes of some people, poverty are equal to criminals.�
"...Pick the rope?" Klein was silent for a while, not knowing what to ask.
"The fiber in the old rope is a good material to fill the gaps in the ship." Frye stopped and found the burnt marks on the ground.
They waited for a few minutes, and the director and pastor of the workhouse rushed over, both men in their forties.
"Sols set fire here, and he only burned himself to death?" Leonard pointed to the traces on the ground.
The director of the workhouse is a man with a broad and slightly protruding forehead. He scanned the direction Inspector Mitchell pointed with his blue eyes, nodded affirmatively, and said, "Yes."
"Before this, what unusual behavior did Sols have?" Klein added.
The dean of the workhouse thought for a while and said: "According to the person sleeping next to him, Sols has been chanting 'The Lord has abandoned me', 'This world is too filthy and filthy', 'I have nothing left' Waiting for the words, full of resentment and despair, but no one thought that he planned to smash all the kerosene lamps while everyone was asleep, and set fire to this place. Thank the Lord, someone discovered and stopped his evil deeds in time."
Klein and Leonard successively found several poor people who slept next to Sols last night, and found the guards who stopped the tragedy, but they only got answers that were no different from the information.
Of course, they secretly used spirit vision, divination and other methods to confirm whether the other party was lying.
"It seems that Sauls has long had the idea of ??revenge and self-destruction, a seemingly normal case." Leonard let the dean and pastor leave, and expressed his opinion first.
Klein thought about it and said, "My divination also tells me that there are no extraordinary factors affecting this case."
"Temporarily rule out the Saul arson case," Leonard concluded.
At this moment, Frye suddenly said: "No, there may be other possibilities. For example, Sols was instigated by someone else. That person is an Extraordinary, but he didn't use extraordinary methods."
Klein's eyes lit up, and he immediately echoed, "It's possible, for example, the instigator before!"
"Instigator" Triss!
But this has nothing to do with Mrs. Lovis' death... he thought with a slight frown.
Hearing Klein and Frye's speculation, Leonard tore off the collar of his shirt, walked back and forth a few steps, and said, "Then we must investigate everyone Sols had contact with in the workhouse, as well as the fact that he went bankrupt and was kicked out of the house." Everyone I met later, this is very troublesome... Let's hurry up and do a separate investigation here, and then go straight to the third death in the West District, and hand over the rest to the police."
"Okay." Klein replied without hesitation. JrNovels.com
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