Old-time musicians

The group of people walked around the buildings in the rectangular square of the Almshouse and came to a lower and wider gray brick building with large windows at the top.

Dozens of ultra-powerful steam engine fans were lined up in the distance, making a rumbling sound in their ears. Before entering, Fan Ning smelled a very distinctive scent, similar to plant aromatherapy.

There is no faint feeling of stuffiness in the kitchen and living room before. Under the strong convection effect, the skin can clearly feel the efficient flow of air.

"What does this smell like? Does oil paint smell like this?" Fan Ning turned around and asked.

"Of course not." Stanley laughed twice, "The process of making oil paints naturally has an unpleasant and pungent smell. The ventilation of this workshop is limited, so we added some natural aromatherapy and brought a steam fan Communicating together not only treats the hospital management staff well, but also improves their working environment so that they will not be too afraid of the transformation process. "

Fan Ning instinctively felt a trace of vigilance in his heart, and he gave Qiong next to him a questioning look.

Joan responded with an affirmative look.

It is indeed a natural aromatherapy, and there is no warning of spiritual danger.

The production process here is far simpler than that of a watch factory. You can understand the functions and movements of the assembly line by just looking at it. The colorful mineral toners are sorted and sent to the conveyor belt, transported to the front and back of the workers, and directly processed for grinding. On the other side is packaging. The extension of the shell and the assembly line are combined into one, and the final step is to install and package the equipment.

Poor men with the same appearance were busy at various work stations. They had shaved heads and ugly clothes, but their complexions and spirits were good. Their hand movements were relatively compact. However, occasionally some lazy people were discovered by the supervisor and after being reprimanded He lowered his head in shame.

"Since new officers have come to visit, let me repeat yesterday's lines and route." Stanley gradually regained his hearty smile and continued to start a new round of introductions.

"The main function of our paint factory is labor education, so the profit factor is weak and the price is approachable...Although it is a niche brand with limited production and sales, it insists on purely handmade production and uses high-quality toners. It is not like some black-hearted oil paints. Manufacturers used gel and wax to make up for it...Although the poor institutions moved several times over the years, moving farther and farther from the west of Uvranser to the suburbs, there was always a loyal group of painters who followed in their footsteps..."

Fan Ning approached a grinding station.

On a thick frosted glass plate that functions as a mortar, the worker picks up a graduated funnel, mixes the various toners brought by the conveyor belt in a certain proportion, and piles them up like a hill.

Then, he made a small hole in the middle, poured in cold-pressed linseed oil, and started grinding it with a pestle and glass tablet. With the addition of various auxiliary materials, the emerald green color and shape gradually took shape, and finally poured it into another production line for delivery. Here comes the tin can.

The workers who completed a short process showed a pleasing expression.

Fanning expressed understanding. I have to say that its texture and color are indeed beautiful, restrained and stable, even and shiny. He himself had already imagined in his mind the appearance of a thick stroke on the linen, which was like a piece of emerald.

He activated his spiritual sense and looked around.

A variety of heterogeneous colors come into view, including golden, azure, pink, dark green, and tumbling stripes.

This is normal.

Ordinary dead objects also have the light and shadow of the phase. Certain specific objects can also be used to fill the phase of the altar after being symbolized.

Minerals and herbs belong to a category of substances with stronger phase light and shadow. Strictly speaking, the boundaries between them and mystery are blurred. "Herbs and mineralogy" is a branch of mysticism.

This time, Fan Ning did not feel the strong sense of spiritual danger from these raw toners or finished pigments that he had last time at the watch factory.

Although these poor men were operating with bare hands and without masks, it was a normal situation in this era, and there was no such outrageous operation as the female worker who had witnessed Fan Ning last time.

Even the arrangement of workshop ventilation and deodorization devices seems quite user-friendly.

If I have to be picky...the raw toner is of high quality? The finished paint is beautiful? Are the workers in high spirits at work?

The special inspection office left overnight.

"Pack up one finished paint of each color for me to take away." Fan Ning waved his hand.

Stanley immediately agreed and signaled to his men to make arrangements now. Fan Ning thought for a while and then chose the on-site random inspection designation.

"It seems that the superiors have the same elegant aesthetic. I also sent a batch to them yesterday. Thank you for going back to promote our products."

The packing was completed quickly. Fan Ning watched the staff carrying the bundle walk up to him. Fan Ning stretched out his hand to take it, but the man quickly stepped back and saluted.

"No need to bother me, sir. I'll follow you to the car later."

Fan Ning ignored him. Just as everyone was about to follow him out of the workshop door, he turned around again.

"You just said that over the years, this workhouse has moved farther and farther from the west of Uvranser to the suburbs?"

"It's the same trend. As cities begin to expand, they also move out." Stanley stepped forward, nodded, and corrected: "...By the way, it's a poverty relief agency, sir."

"Where did it start?"

"The west part of the city is of course the Mecklon area, and the closest to the city center is today's East Mecklon area."

Is there any possibility of such a coincidence?

Strictly speaking, since this place is involved in the mysterious incident of burning paintings, and the City Mental Committee Hospital where Ms. Hamilton once worked is also suspected to be involved in the mysterious incident... mystery and mystery... collide?

"Take me to the archives." Fanning stepped out of the door.

There was a small attic on the west corner of the main building where the gate was located.

The archives had a smell of old wood, the light from the gas lamp was bright, and the cleaning was done well, but the management was a mess. The wooden shelves seemed to be divided into sections, but in fact there was no classification inside.

Fanning squatted down and saw the financial files from 5 years ago, the personnel records and archives from 3 years ago, and the personnel files of this year's staff on top of them.

However, after the four managers who accompanied him joined the search, some of the files that Fanning wanted to consult were gradually found.

From the different addresses shown in the files of different years, it can be seen that the Llangefni Workhouse had undergone three major relocations in the new calendar years 902, 898, and 894. In fact, its relative position to the main urban area of ​​Ufransell has not changed, and it has always maintained a distance of dozens of kilometers. However, as the main urban area expanded, its position moved westward.

Stanley explained: "I took over after the big move in 898. After reorganizing its assets and management personnel structure, its chaotic management status and hardware level gradually got back on track... Well, 15 years have passed without knowing it."

Fanning looked at the address changes during that period.

The two addresses that moved in and out were both in the East Mecklen area, but after comparison, they were still far away from the location of the Turner Art Museum.

"Where is the hospital?" Fanning asked, looking up.

"Hospital?" Stanley asked in confusion.

"City Mental Committee Hospital."

"Oh, you mean this." Stanley suddenly realized, "After the Urban Poverty Act was promulgated in the early 1980s, the medical systems of the poor relief institutions were gradually separated, and the names would not be used. We have no intersection with them... It was like this before I took over here. You can also continue to look through the archives from 898 years ago. Our handover work in this area is not missing."

Fanning walked out of the archive room door, looked at the steps in front of him and the big lock at the end: "There is also an attic?"

"The archives are kept for 20 years, the space is limited, and the unwanted things are kept. We will throw it on this."

"Open it."

"It's a mess in here." Stanley smiled, but nodded without hesitation and greeted the people around him, "Who has the key?"

A staff member climbed the steps, bent down to unlock the door, and fiddled with it for more than half a minute, then turned back and smiled awkwardly at everyone: "Boss, I don't know if the key is broken or the lock is broken..."

The next moment, dense cracks suddenly appeared around the black hole and quickly spread to the entire door. With a few clicks, the main part collapsed, and a hole large enough for people to pass through appeared in front of everyone.

Fanning and Joan looked at each other and found that she was winking at them, so a smile appeared at the corner of their mouths.

"Go in." Then his expression returned to normal and he took the lead to step into the top-floor archive room.

Stanley didn't know who did it. He looked at the backs of the three people with fear, then turned back and signaled his men to follow.

This room only had a sloping skylight, and it was covered with dust. Although it was larger than the archive room below, it was extremely messy. The aisles between the wooden shelves were filled with files, which were taller than the wooden shelves themselves. The outside was blocked by an abandoned large pot used for cooking, and the plastic-shell folders inside were piled up into a small mountain. On the other side of the piled files, there was a pile of urinals that were dismantled from somewhere.

More staff were called in, and according to Fanning's requirements, they took their positions and began to clean up the files by category. The three of them went back and forth to check.

During this time, Stanley yawned all the time, from standing to leaning against the wall, from leaning against the wall to squatting and standing up, and finally he simply ignored his expensive trousers and sat down on the dust.

"Mr. Fanning, there are two beautiful ladies. It's almost six o'clock. Do you want to go to the town for dinner first?" Stanley, who was sitting on the ground, asked tentatively.

No one paid attention to him.

The sun had set, and several people pulled up long wires and hung three large light bulbs on the wooden rack.

"Carron, here are the records of the poor entering and leaving the hospital from earlier times." Hiran walked over to Fanning, tugged at his sleeve, and motioned him to follow him.

Joan also walked over, and the three of them squatted down and huddled together.

"Pull the light bulb and the wire up to your head." Fanning gave orders behind him.

Dust floated under the light, and the spines of the documents had almost fallen apart, and the yellowed old pages were covered with large patches of mold.

These historical files, which are at least 20 years old, mainly record the poor entering and leaving the hospital from 870 to 892. The earlier scattered records were found to be from 865.

They are similar to rectangular booklets, and the size is close to the palm of an adult's hand with five fingers together and stretched out. The poor do not need to record much information, and the space on each page is enough to accommodate a person's file.

The main content only includes name, gender, age, family name, and the situation before admission - what several people see is usually a sentence covering the previous occupation, physical condition or bad habits.

Combined with records of medical conditions, the ones that were seen usually ended with death or discharge.

There were also many people who left their names blank, including their names. Some of the children did not know their names.

For the management of the workhouse, these were the only things that mattered. They mainly looked at whether the person was a man or a woman, how many people were in the family, and whether they were dead or alive.

"Carlon, look at this signature!" Shiran said softly.

The three of them focused their attention on this file page, which had been eroded by gaps of varying sizes on the edge and the name column of the poor was completely moldy.

In the signature at the bottom right corner of the medical record, there was a faded yellowish handwriting "Adeline Hamilton", and the date of the signature was the first day of a certain month in the year 883 of the new calendar.

Fanning's pupils dilated instantly. He did not expect that his previous unfounded premonition was true.

The predecessor of this Llangefni Workhouse for more than 20 years was related to the hospital on the original site of his Turner Art Museum. It is very likely that the latter was independent from the medical system of the former.

"Where did you find it?" Fanning asked.

"This gentleman handed it down from above." Sheeran pointed to a staff member standing on a ladder and searching at the top of the wooden shelf.

"Take down all the boxes there."

A few minutes later, Fanning found more files from this period with frequent signatures of Ms. Hamilton's medical records.

Before checking them one by one, he roughly flipped through the books, which included not only the medical records of the poor in the workhouse handled by Ms. Hamilton, but also the records of her medical services to patients from outside.

From the previous time point of view, Ms. Hamilton had been taking care of the old organist Weien until his death in 886, and then she worked with the authorities to complete the reform of the medical system of the workhouse. It took about two years to build the hospital, and she became the director at the end of 888.

These previous investigation results combined with current data show that before becoming the director of the new hospital, Ms. Hamilton had at least more than 5 years of experience as a doctor in the workhouse. In that era, staff resources were tight, and sometimes doctors needed to hold multiple positions in the hospital, and even served more than one workhouse.

Of course, she was also employed by some outside patients and had the identity of a private psychologist.

After a brief experience as the director, she completely left the workhouse system and turned to research on-site epidemiological surveys of workers and occupational disease prevention and control.

"Medical services for outside patients..." Fanning flipped through these mixed ledgers, looking forward to something.

More than ten minutes later, he found what he wanted to see.

Like the first file signed by Hamilton, this ledger was also in 883, the month and day were unclear, and the medical object was the old organist Weien.

Fanning read on excitedly, but there was some surprise in his eyes as he read.

Originally, according to his expectation, this was a record of Dr. Hamilton's treatment of Weien's depression or mental illness. In this case, it would naturally record some patient self-reports or medical methods.

Moreover, the treatment of depression often has a characteristic. Compared with those diseases that actually occur in the body or organs, such diseases often do not have obscure pathological records. What is relatively richer is the patient's self-reported past experiences or psychological activities that are easy for everyone to understand.

This will help me speculate on some unknown secret details of the year, such as Vien's living conditions after building a house on the original site of the Turner Art Museum, his psychological activities in his later years, and even perhaps what happened after Vien's death and Hamilton became the director of the hospital.

But this medical record is not for the treatment of mental illness...

It is a surgical eye operation.

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