Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 74
Altaïr quickly left the company office building where Extraordinary people are easily encountered, and came to the long corridor leading to the factory area.

Here you can already see the huge iron gate that is hidden among the gardening trees in the company's yard and separates the factory area and office area.There were also two guards with short sticks standing in front of the iron gate.

After passing here, there should be at least two guards on the road... Altaïr resolutely gave up the idea of ​​violently knocking these two people down to climb the iron gate, but went straight forward and said hello to the two guards .

"I'm Mr. Smith's new assistant. Here's a report to show to the foreman in the factory area."

Altaïr gestured to the two guards with a pile of materials full of words that came along just now.As for the name Smith, I just saw it on the door of the financial secretary.The reason why he chose this argument was that none of Financial Secretary Smith's entourage was from the factory, but civil servants brought along. It is normal for some of them to not know the two guards.

"Which foreman should I show it to?" The other party was a little suspicious, "Can they understand it?"

"So didn't I come over and explain to them?"

Altaïr smiled, "Dude, you also know their job is to say different nonsense in front of all kinds of people."

The two guards froze for a moment, then burst out laughing, patted Altaïr on the shoulder, and opened the door for him.In passing, Altaïr saw the badge of one of them: Jack Barnes.

"Go, friend, by the way, ask old Lynch if he wants to go to the bar at night."

Barnes bid farewell to Altaïr in a friendly manner, Altaïr waved his hand to signal that he understood, walked around the corner, and threw the pile of random documents into the trash can.Then, the inside of the factory was completely exposed to him.

According to the reports of the factory owners, these textile factories provided women with enough job opportunities, got rid of the low status of women as "men's first livestock" in the past hundreds of years, and made Loen's economic aggregate reach 50. Within a year, it increased to 177% of the original.However, if you really come here, you will find that the state of the factory is far from being as glamorous as described in the civil servant's article.

Now, what appeared in Altaïr's eyes was a wide hall, innumerable power looms or woolen looms occupied more than half of the space, leaving a narrow gap like a row of fields.

This is both an aisle and an operating space. Hundreds of dark-skinned and dry-skinned female workers are scattered throughout like dry cotton twigs. The soft warm flesh and hard cold steel form a barren field. The pitifully small amount of sugar they input is converted into salable labor products such as cotton cloth or spindles, and their heavy breathing makes the air in the huge space humid and scorching hot.

Altaïr thought of the term "photosynthesis" invented by the scholars of the Church of the Mother Earth for no reason.The difference is that the Earth Mother Church believes that in photosynthesis, it is the nutrients in the earth that form fibers and starch, while in factories, it is the blood and sweat of female workers that form cotton cloth and spindles.

The sound of spinning is not small, and the sound of the shutter is completely covered.Altaïr poked the camera lens through his open shirt and took a picture.Since the portable camera does not have a flash, the actual results are not very good.However, this is not something Altaïr should worry about.

After taking a photo, Altaïr did not continue to take it.After all, the information captured at the same angle is limited, and it is easy to be noticed.

"Lynch, where is old Lynch?"

Instead of deliberately hiding his whereabouts as before, Altaïr shouted directly.

"Come here!" In the dark field, an old voice suddenly came out.Altaïr walked quickly towards the direction where the sound came from, continued to use the cover of his coat on the way, and took a few close-up photos from the blind angle of the female workers as he passed by them.

Altaïr walked to the source of the sound and saw a thin old man.His image reminds people of goblins in fairy tales, the muscles on his face shriveled like a shriveled peach pit.

"I haven't seen you."

The other party looked at Altaïr and said with some doubts.

"The first day I came here, it was Jack, Mr. Jack Barnes asked me to come, he asked me to ask if you want to go to the bar for a drink at night, and walk around here, after all, the guards have to watch the night on the night shift .”

Altaïr spoke the absolute truth.However, the meaning of spelling is not so true.

"Damn it, that little slippery guy knows I have gout!"

Old Lynch gritted his teeth and cursed, "Boy, after you finish spinning, go back and tell Jack that Old Lynch is going to smash his ass with a cane, do you hear me?"

"Okay, okay..." Altaïr nodded quickly, and walked a few steps to the other side of the room.

"Wait, brat!"

Just when Altaïr was about to push open the door on the other side and leave from the other side of the room, old Lynch suddenly caught up with Altaïr with the agility of three steps and two steps that did not belong to his age. The wrist that wants to open the door.

"Didn't that idiot Jack tell you the rules?"

Old Lynch gave Altaïr a hard look, "This door is not allowed to open. When you are on patrol, you will end here. Go out through the small door on the side, go around to another place, and get out of there and go home. .”

"What's the matter? Mr. Barnes didn't tell me."

Altaïr pretended not to understand anything, and asked blankly.

"Don't say 'sir' and 'sir' to me, I, old Lynch, can't listen to you young and polite." Old Lynch picked up his crutch and hit Altaïr's leg twice, "Boy, people who know too much often don't live long."

I think you are about to enter the coffin... Altaïr cursed in his heart.

"Are you cursing me in your heart?"

Old Lynch was exceptionally keen in this kind of place, as if he had seen through Altaïr's mind, and gave him a vicious look.

"Anyway, this place was originally rebuilt from an air defense project. It was said that it was haunted. The boss thought it was unlucky and closed it. If you tamper with this door, even that little bastard Jack can't keep you!"

"Haunted?" Altaïr continued to pretend that he didn't understand anything, "What kind of haunted? I, I'm afraid of ghosts!"

"The dead ghost who troubled your mother!"

Old Lynch scolded angrily, "If you ask those who have something, I'll really beat you!"

Altaïr quickly conceded his mistake, but when Old Lynch turned around, his eyes suddenly became darker, and stayed on the place on the thick windbreaker that Old Lynch grabbed just now, the handprint that still hadn't completely disappeared. superior.

(End of this chapter)