Mystery: Paradox Path Chapter 173

"I seem to be able to understand the Eastside residents under the control of [passion]. If I were to live in such an environment, I think I might not be able to strengthen my beliefs..."

Mike and Klein walked through the dock area from the East District and all the way to the factory area. What they saw and heard shocked him greatly.

Although he had already investigated a lot of information about the Eastern District before coming here, he could only truly understand what those short lines of words on the paper represented only when he saw it with his own eyes.

He thought that five or six people crammed into a room was an extreme thing, but what he saw was that people huddled in a bedroom, and such a bedroom even had to be divided into daytime use rights , the right to use at night, and even some particularly poor places will be detailed to the hourly interval.

Mike recorded every emotional thing he saw in his manuscript, and his expression became more and more silent as the process went on.

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"Ah!" Klein sneezed, took out a handkerchief and blew his nose, then said in a muffled voice, "That's what the East District is like. If effective measures are not taken, it may lead to terrible tragedies in the future."

Klein didn't tell Mike reporter a lot of things because he didn't know what to say now.

It stands to reason that he should report the fact that the gang named [Enthusiasm] collectively believed in the fallen creator, but after seeing the living environment in other parts of the East District, he hesitated again.

Not because this gang is suspected of being a subordinate of Mr. Devil, but because he realized that this organization that would pray to the evil **** is the only hope for the people of the East District now.

Compared to just praying to the evil god, the life of the poor in other places, the harsh environment full of all kinds of negative emotions, is more like a large-scale bloody, evil, depraved, and filthy live sacrifice.

Just when Klein was worried about this huge "altar" in the East District, Mike suddenly said:

"You said, if the officials govern the Eastern District according to the method of that enthusiastic organization..."

"It's impossible." Old Kohler, who had always been in charge of leading the way, coughed out a mouthful of phlegm, and said to him for the first time:

"The big guys above don't care about our lives. They would rather send the police to drive away the homeless people who spend the night in the park, rather than build a few shelters in the eastern district."

Hearing Old Kohler's slightly resentful words, Mike's face showed embarrassment. If it was before, he could have said some inhumane words, but he saw the miserable situation in the East District with his own eyes and understood that these people were not due to laziness and cunning. After being poor, he can no longer express his original views.

He could only look for help at Detective Sherlock, but the detective just shook his head:

"Even if the kingdom really intends to imitate the approach of enthusiasm, it is impossible, because consumption is limited, the workers are now a little richer because of the effect of the strike, but only a little, they will buy some food at noon to fill their hunger. My stomach will buy some knife and fork washbasins that are not so delicate but at least usable, but this is the limit, the factory area can't carry too much business. And...some things, only gangsters can do."

"Only gangsters can do this?" Mike didn't quite understand what the detective meant. Klein raised the corners of his mouth a few times when he heard his question, but he didn't show a smile like before, but explained in a serious tone. road:

"The official police force is limited, they can't send police officers to protect these civilians, and you've seen what happened to the old lady before. Those police officers would rather catch illegal guns than manage the life of the poor, because it doesn't oily water.

Gangsters can charge protection fees for protecting these poor people, but not the police, because whether they protect the poor or squat in the office, it is only part of the job. Even if civilians pay taxes for their businesses, these taxes will not become police bonuses. , In the end, these civilians who have obtained production tools will only become tools for making money for capitalists, gang members or other people without protection. They will hand over most of their income, and then continue to live this way. Kind of a day where life is better than death. "

Speaking of this, Klein was suddenly stunned. At first, he didn't think there was any problem with the long-term investment of the enthusiastic organization, but now he realized that this organization actually left a relatively generous living allowance for every civilian. !

This seems to be normal from his "modern" point of view, but when he explained it to Mike, he realized that this kind of moral standard, in this era, is actually very abnormal!

"Mr. Snow is really a person with a bottom line!" Klein thought that Mr. Snow might be behind the labor movement and enthusiasm, and he became more and more sure that this gentleman, codenamed "Demon", had the heart of an angel.

At the same time, he also realized why Snow would pay a "high" payment to investigate and report the members of the Aurora Society who used their sizzling meat to attract believers~www.mtlnovel.com~ despite their existence Compared with the enthusiasm and the labor movement, it is not worth mentioning, but their random missionary behavior will affect the "credibility" of the other two!

But when it comes to this task, Klein once again remembered the blood loss operation that he exchanged one thousand gold pounds, free magical items, and demigod favors for a Sequence Seven-level magical item, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

Seeing that Detective Sherlock fell silent, Mike sighed helplessly, took out his wallet, took out ten pounds and six soles, and handed it to Klein. He took a carriage and left the smoke-filled factory area.

Klein watched the carriage disappear into the thick "fog" and shook his head slightly. He realized that it was time for him to have a good talk with Mr. Demon. Thinking of this, he took the reward from Mike handed him. One pound was handed to Old Kohler. As this tour guide fee and informant fee, Old Kohler solemnly accepted the remuneration and promised to continue to help pay attention to the information of those "Zizihaoyoujiao" missionaries, and then left the people. Uncomfortable factory area.

Back on Minsk Street, Klein, who was still ill, wanted to fall asleep, but considering what he had seen and heard just now, he still decided to see Mr. Demon.

Although tomorrow is the Tarot Club, there are some things that are not suitable for direct conversation at the Tarot Club, or in other words, it is not suitable for him, who knows Mr. Devil in real life, to raise it in public.

Every time he thinks of this, Klein feels regretful about revealing his identity so early. At the same time, he considers the possibility of opening another "priestess", "dark emperor" and other vests at the Tarot Club, but considering his current situation In the control, I still put out this idea. Maybe after being promoted to Secret Puppet Master, I can do it myself, but now, he is just a magician.

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