Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 76 End
After leaving the factory, Altaïr couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I don't know what the effect of the photo is... Altaïr was muttering in his heart, while walking briskly towards the coffee shop where Mike Joseph was waiting.

But I don't need to worry about what's there or what's not, after all, these are things that I can't change.

Altaïr took a deep breath to calm himself down slightly.

Even if he saw a similar scene, there was nothing he could do.Ruen, which was founded as an industrial country, has a considerable part of its legislative power in the hands of these factory owners and nobles.Let’s not mention whether exposing similar things really has an impact on those factory owners. Even if Buffett is really affected and has to raise workers’ wages, his factory will gradually lose competitiveness due to the increase in related labor costs. We also don't have a few days of good life.

Altaïr walked into the cafe silently and found Mike Joseph. At this moment, a haggard female worker was sitting in front of Mr. Reporter.She let out a short exclamation when she saw Altaïr approaching, whose attire seemed to remind her of a factory security guard.

"Relax, ma'am, this is my bodyguard."

Mike hurriedly comforted him, and gave Altaïr a reproachful look.Altaïr shook his head with a wry smile, and sat down beside Mike Joseph. At this moment, the female worker was also a little uneasy, as if she wanted to leave quickly.

"Then that's the end of our interview today, thank you for your cooperation."

Mike saluted the female worker in a very gentlemanly manner, and the other worker made a vague promise and left quickly.

"The photo has been taken, go back in the afternoon and find a darkroom to develop the negative." Altaïr took out the camera under the cover of the flowerpot, and handed it to Mike discreetly. "As for which photos you should release and which photos you keep, you can decide for yourself. When Venata goes to work tomorrow, I will ask her to send you the bill for the two of us tonight."

"Why don't you go over there and order some Ormere red wine?"

Mike warned half-jokingly.

"You know, I don't like drinking."

Altaïr replied solemnly. "How is your interview going?"

"What else? It's nothing more than the expected situation - wage arrears, working more than 14 hours a day, terrible working environment, even if I don't come to interview, write the worst thing I can think of Eighty-nine are inseparable."

Mike shook his head. "Every time I see the cautious and expectant eyes of those female workers when they come to be interviewed, I feel that my conscience is being condemned, because I know that this is just a formality, and there is no way their situation will change."

Mike's tone was a little low, but he pulled himself together immediately, and said to Altaïr: "Anyway, let's have lunch first, compared to the last time we came to this restaurant, they have more items on the menu. Something called 'Gaufry', Altaïr, have you ever eaten this before?"

Altaïr's expression froze for a moment, and then his Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he was organizing his words.

"What's the matter? Could it be that this food is terrible?" Mike pretended to be relaxed and said, "I also ordered one for you."

"If you have to say it, this food really doesn't taste good."

Altaïr nodded heavily, "Because strictly speaking, this thing is not food, but medicine."

"Pharmaceutical?" Mike asked back in astonishment.

"That's right, a potion for children."

Altaïr nodded, "Because most of the female workers in the East Zone don't have time to take care of their children, and the long hours of labor make their breast milk not secrete enough, so there is this kind of meal replacement medicine for babies."

"Haha, I said why the waiter didn't look right at me at that time." Mike smiled awkwardly, "Then what is the main ingredient of this potion, milk?"

"No, this is a potion extracted from marijuana. The Kingdom has cultivated medicinal marijuana on a large scale in the cultivation base of the southern continent, so that their price is not even more expensive than milk. After giving a child a tube of this potion, it will It can force babies to sleep for six to eight hours without waking up crying, even in the noise of a factory."

Altaïr propped one hand on the table, his face gloomy.

Mike opened his mouth and tried several times before he could make a sound.

"You, how did you know?"

Altaïr laughed at himself, "Because this thing contains marijuana, although the content is not high, it is enough as a low-level substitute for drugs. There are many gangsters in the East District who are secretly running similar businesses. I have fought with them several times. Not such a pleasant conversation."

"But it's a pity that if the drug addicts in the gang continue to fry like this, I'm afraid it won't be long before the children of the female workers can't even afford this."

At this time, the waiter came over with two sticks of toothpaste, and put the two tubes of medicine packaged in aluminum on the table of the two of them.Altaïr unscrewed one and sniffed it, then put it back.

"Oh, even this is starting to fall short."

……

"Surprisingly, when did our 'instigator' start feeling sentimental?"

Just when Altaïr lowered his head in a daze, a familiar and charming female voice came from beside Mike Joseph, the tingling feeling that seemed to gushes from the bone marrow once again occupied Altaïr's senses, making him The blood flow accelerated uncontrollably, and the breathing was heavy.

Altaïr raised his head abruptly, and Gagran's figure appeared in front of him so abruptly and ostentatiously.And Mike Joseph beside him was already asleep on the back of the sofa.He wasn't the only one, but the whole coffee shop fell into a state of half-dream and half-awake.

"You still have the ability of nightmare?"

Altaïr asked casually.

"No, it's a black magic of the 'witch' that can put people with diseases into a deep sleep."

Gagaran switched the order of the overlapping legs, and the glossy black stockings dangled before Altaïr's eyes, but Altaïr paid no attention to them.

"You spread the disease around?" Altaïr's expression was a little unhappy, "You know, even the mildest flu could easily prevent many people here from seeing the New Year in 1354."

It is now the end of November, and there is still more than a month before Loen's traditional Gregorian New Year.

"Don't worry, those symptoms will disappear after this magic is over."

Ge Gelan gave a low laugh, "Also, even if I don't show up, how many people can dare to say that they will survive this year's New Year?"

(End of this chapter)