The Modern Age Of The Mysterious
/ The Modern Age of the Mysterious Chapter 578
"Levis hasn't come yet?" In the basement, the printing team leader asked his deputy.
There were seven people in the printing class, including the team leader. Recently, Mr. Dickinson worked overtime to apply for the talent, and he gathered ten people. However, facing the daily printing task of more than 30,000 copies, the manpower was obviously not enough.
Therefore, in this case, the impact of employee absence will be particularly obvious, and the work pressure of all will increase.
What surprised the printing team leader was that the young man named Levi was originally the most active employee in the printing class—he was usually the first to arrive at the newspaper office.
He can understand the absence of old fritters David, and it is common for "lazy" Mike to be late, but Levi's skipped work without saying hello?
This is definitely an anomaly.
At this moment, the proofreader of the printing department informed the team leader that the proofreading was correct through the telephone channel.
The tin-lead alloy newspaper bottom plate has been put into the steel tank.
As long as the team leader gives an order, today's printing can begin.
Looking at the old mechanical watch on his wrist, the hour hand is at five o'clock.
The printing must start today, otherwise the newspaper will not be able to start delivering on time.
"Don't wait for him." The team leader said with a gloomy face, "Let's start!"
The deputy nodded, ran quickly to the switch, and pulled the switch.
Soon, there was a roar of smooth operation from the machine. The team leader is also quite proud of this - yesterday's maintenance work was done beautifully.
The ink stored in the tank flows into the pool and is heated by a coal-burning stove at the bottom of the pool.
Four sets of tin-lead alloy plates were dipped into the ink pool one by one.
Sheets of blank newspapers were fed into the printing interlayer by conveyor belts, rubbed with fresh ink at a dazzling speed, and turned into beautifully typed newspapers...
The team leader who has been engaged in printing for more than 30 years saw that the newspapers whose ink had not yet dried were sent to a high place by the conveyor belt, and the sunlight from the window shone through them, and he couldn't help frowning.
ink...
What happened to the ink?
Why is the color wrong?
The young printers were dull and numb, but the old ones saw right away.
Today's ink is not pure black, but a little brown!
Is there another problem with the pipeline that transports the ink?
Then, he discovered something even stranger.
The basement was filled with the smell of oil, ink and sweat all the year round. He didn't expect that he would be able to distinguish a stench in this almost saturated mixture...
"Stop!" The team leader stepped up and waved his gloved hand towards the printer closest to the switch, "Stop!"
The young man with anti-noise plasticine in his ears squinted to see the team leader's actions, he rushed to the switch and pulled the switch off.
The operation of the machine stopped abruptly, the roaring sound ended, and all the printers looked at the team leader in confusion.
This man in his fifties has a long face full of stubble, and he has a bad temper because he is quitting drinking.
He frowned and ran up to the second floor of the machine, reaching for a newspaper that was stagnant in the air.
Rough fingers rubbed the paper, and wet ink dipped on his fingers.
He put his finger in front of his nose and sniffed...
"What's the matter, boss?" The deputy was a slightly chunky worker, always wearing a dirty pair of denim overalls, and running over in a funny way.
"There is a problem with the ink." The team leader named Trevor frowned and looked at the ink tank on the bottom floor.
The color of the ink is wrong, and there is a strange smell...
A similar problem happened once because the ink pipe was rusted, which greatly reduced the printing effect.
But he remembered that the pipes used by the Evening News now are made of rubber and cannot rust.
Then it could only be a problem with the ink.
He led the workers who had been tortured many times to gather near the ink tank.
This is an aluminum can nearly two meters high. The can has a ring of lines, like a water tank.
Every month, the ink tanker from the northern company will come to fill the jar with ink. Besides, the lid of the jar will not be opened.
The team leader looked at the helpless subordinates around him, and once again took the lead, climbing the cast iron ladder to the top of the tank.
After laboriously twisting the winch that was glued to the dry ink, the team leader worked hard to open the top of the tank.
An amazing smell hit his forehead, and Trevor almost stumbled and fell off the top of the tank.
With a terrified look in his eyes, Cui Fu covered the top of the tank with a livid face. He sat on the top of the tank and said to his deputy, "Go, go and call Mr. Dickinson!"
After the other employees in the basement were emptied according to Trevor's request, Sean, Olivia, Norton, and John stood together and listened to the team leader's stuttering remarks.
Trevor is a daring man, but at the moment he looks lost.
"Slow down, Trevor..." Sean blinked slowly, "You mean there's a corpse in the ink tank?"
"Yes," Team Leader Trevor seemed to have lost his soul, "he's wearing work clothes, he seems to be our buddy, maybe it's Reeves...
"I can't let other workers know, so I didn't say anything, I called someone to call you..."
Sean nodded vigorously: "You handled it very well, Trevor."
"But it shouldn't help..." Trevor felt a little nervous when he spoke. "Everyone smelled the smell of opening the jar. They must know that there is something in the jar..."
"It's okay." Sean didn't panic in this situation, "John, you accompany Trevor to have a rest.
"Leave the rest to me."
After speaking, Sean walked towards the ink tank, climbed the cast iron ladder, and came to the top of the tank.
From the moment he entered the basement, Sean smelled an unbearable stench.
At this moment, he is standing on the top of the tank, holding the winch in both hands, and the raven that was crushed by the machine yesterday resounded in his heart...
What happened to my newspaper?
With such doubts, Sean opened the top of the tank.
Directly above the ink tank is a glass skylight. Through the weak skylight, Sean can vaguely see a dark body sitting in the ink that is almost bottoming out.
Kegel Lucius swears he should have seen this gentleman named Sean Dickinson somewhere.
It's just that he can't remember.
As the captain of the "sheepdog" team, it is normal for UU to have a relationship with someone involved in a mysterious incident: he knows that some people's constitutions are easier to attract than others. terrible event.
The three team members are using various instruments to detect the concentration of resentment near the ink tank.
He was wearing black leather boots and a black leather trench coat, and was walking beside the corpse lying on the white cloth with his hands behind his back.
The blood all over the corpse was drained, and it all melted into the ink.
The corpse had shrunk so completely that it looked like the corpse of a teenager.
The work clothes on his body were dyed black, but the name on the soft plastic card, "Jack Reeves" could still be seen.
Lucius turned to look at the printing factory where the lights had been turned on. He saw newspapers that could not be printed today were hung everywhere on the conveyor belt.
The brown ink was mixed with the ink of Levi's whole body.
Every newspaper is printed with Levi's blood.
if…
If the keen old printer didn't notice anything unusual, then the "Evening Lighthouse" newspaper office would make a terrible mistake—
They will let more than 30,000 newspapers dyed with the blood of dead employees flow into the market and appear on the dinner tables of thousands of households and their homes.
And according to the concentration of resentful souls...
Lucius' eyes turned back.
He could not have foreseen what terrible event that would turn into.
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