He became more and more silent.

cough cough!

Mike Joseph took out a handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed several times.

The fog in the factory area is thicker than other places. The mid-air is grayish-yellow, as if floating in dust. Occasionally, it emits a pungent and pungent smell, making it unbearable for journalists who have long been accustomed to the air in Backlund.

He turned his head to Klein, who was also coughing slightly, and said, "I have always supported the government's establishment of the Royal Air Pollution Investigation Committee and the establishment of a soda industry prosecutor, but I only found out today that the problem is so serious."

"If effective measures are not taken, it may lead to tragedy in the future." Klein tried his best to open his blocked nose.

Maybe the whole of Backlund will be shrouded in mist with a visual distance of no more than five meters, and the evil god is likely to descend or be born in such a scene... He silently added.

Old Kohler didn't quite understand their conversation. He cleared his throat full of phlegm, led the reporters and detectives around the guards, and sneaked into a white lead factory.

There are mainly female workers here, who are busy without protective measures, and there is obvious dust in the factory building.

Looking at the "small particles" suspended and floating in the air, Klein seemed to see the poisonous gas, and the young women without masks were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to Tingen, back to the process of helping Sir Deville deal with his grievances.

He seems to have witnessed the future of each of the female workers here. Some of them have throbbing headaches, some blurred vision, some become hysterical, and some have blue lines on their gums. In the end, they may become become blind, or soon die.

This is like a large-scale bloody sacrifice ceremony, except that the target is the flashing money symbol... If cult organizations such as the Aurora Society and the Rose School of thought can make good use of similar things, as Lanevus did, the problem will be big � Klein covered his mouth and nose, staring quietly.

Mike Joseph whispered in surprise and anger: "How could this be?"

"How can they do this?"

"Some time ago, various newspapers and magazines have focused on the issue of lead poisoning, and they didn't take any precautions?"

"Can't even bear a mask?"

"These factory owners are murdering!"

He is really a reporter with a sense of justice. Although he is not too young, his style is relatively stingy, and his acting skills are quite good, he still retains his original intention... But how could he know so much about lead poisoning? Oh, I forgot, I had Sir Deville spread the word about the dangers of lead poisoning in newspapers and magazines... Seems like he's doing a good job, but to some people, the lower class dies twice What is it? There are people waiting for job opportunities! Klein thought with a heavy heart.

As a senior reporter, Mike did not lose his mind. After quietly observing and questioning several workers who were changing shifts, Mike left the white lead factory.

After that, they entered one factory after another, and were not in the mood to discuss it because of the dirty environment inside and the high-intensity labor of the people.

Near noon, Klein suddenly noticed a lot of people gathered outside a factory in front of him, mainly women, who were yelling excitedly and trying to rush inside.

"What happened?" Mike asked the old Kohler suspiciously.

Old Kohler also looked puzzled: "I'll go over and ask."

He trotted to the outside of the factory, blended into the crowd, and returned to Klein and Mike after a few minutes.

"They're going to smash those new machines!" Old Kohler took a breath and said the main point first.

"Why?" Mike was not in charge of similar news before, so he didn't know much about it, but Klein vaguely guessed the reason.

The old Kohler pointed to the factory and said: "This is a textile factory, they will replace it with the latest type of textile machines, and the manpower in charge of operation will also be reduced accordingly, as if, it seems to say, one-third of the workers will be fired! "

"Those female workers hope to smash the machine and get their jobs back, otherwise, otherwise, they probably won't survive, or they can only be street girls."

Mike opened his mouth. Judging from the shape of his mouth, he vaguely wanted to say "stupid", but he didn't say anything in the end, just looked there silently, and didn't even approach. JrNovels.com