In the humble room, more than twenty children huddled together and slept on beds that looked like drawers.

　　 The room is not big, less than 20 square meters.

　　The children on the bed have yellow faces and thin muscles, and their bodies have been malnourished for a long time.

　　 Yesterday, they only had rice porridge for two nights for dinner, which is still a four-hour work after dinner.

　　 In the next second, the old wooden door was kicked open, and a short, fat man walked in.

　　 The facial features on the man's face are squeezed together by the flesh of his cheeks, which is very greasy.

　　His name is George Leonard, and he belongs to the steward.

　　 "Get up, get up!" George waved the whip in his hand as he spoke, awakening the sleeping child.

　　 This is the dormitory of a textile factory, located on the edge of East Beacon City, and the management is chaotic.

　　 Even the police do not want to pass by here.

　　George’s voice was like thunder. The children who heard this hurriedly got up, got off the bed, and stood barefoot on the edge of the bed in a row.

　　 These children are between the ages of 7 and 13 and are in the developmental stage of their bodies. However, now they have never thought about the problem of eating. They worry about whether they will be killed by George every day.

　　 George walked up and down in the small room with his hands behind his back, and then he said:

　　 "Mr. Sand is very satisfied with yesterday's output."

　　 "Today's output is the same. If you can complete it ahead of time, I will let you sleep a little longer."

　　 "Mr. Sander will come over in the morning to check, and behave better then, I will give you a snack in the evening."

　　 The so-called "extra meal" is actually just adding more rice to the rice porridge. However, even so, the faces of the children still show a happy expression.

　　 Outside the room, the rising sun from the sky just shed its warmth on the ground, and these children have already begun to work on the textile machines.

　　 Their breakfast time is one hour later.

　　 The high walls around the factory are like prison walls, completely blocking the way for these children to escape.

　　 Once he escapes and is found, not only will he be caught back, but he will also be locked up in a black room and beaten up.

　　 If you are accidentally killed, the body will be sent out at night and buried in the wilderness.

　　 Although George would not usually kill a child directly, it is inevitable that there will be accidents.

　　……

　　 Outside the dirty fence, Merman turned his head to look at the sunrise, his sky-blue eyes as clear as sapphires.

　　 He held a golden pocket watch in his hand, and the black pointer in the pocket watch moved with the time, as if it never stopped.

　　In the distance, a hook-nosed man wearing a black gentleman's coat was walking steadily, with two servants behind him.

　　 The man's name is Sand Scott, the owner of the factory.

　　 Merke hides silently, behind the grass, the police have assembled.

　　 At this time, three days have passed since the death of Asuka's chief mate. During these three days, Qiancangichi and Robert had been investigating the news of the exhibition of life, but they had found nothing.

　　 In desperation, he had to help Pierce solve the case in his hands.

　　 Pierce received a report, a factory west of East Beacon City always heard strange crying, hoping that the police could help with the investigation.

　　 At the beginning, this matter would of course not be accepted, but after the body of a child was discovered, things began to change.

　　 It stands to reason that this kind of murder will definitely be treated with emphasis.

　　 The only problem is that this is East Beacon City. Many cargo ships that come to East Beacon City have many families with dreams.

　　 These families may have spent all their savings to come to this new continent.

　　 After they reach the East Beacon City, they will basically stay on the west side of the outer city, which is not regulated by the law.

　　 After two days of investigation, Qiancangyi determined that this factory named "Fuyu" was using a lot of illegal child labor, so he prepared for arrest today.

　　 After Sander entered the factory, Merman gave an order and a dozen police officers rushed into the Fuyu factory.

　　 "Squat down, squat down all!" Arthur swept across the factory with guns in both hands.

　　 is doing the same thing with the police behind him.

　　 At this time, Sander, who had just walked into the factory, was inspecting the working conditions of the workers.

　　 "What are you doing!" Sand was not afraid of the gun in Arthur's hand.

　　 "Keep down!" Merman walked out from behind Arthur and put the gun in his hand in the middle of Sander's forehead.

　　 Sander suddenly became short of breath, and his legs couldn't help bending.

　　 "Take it all away." Merman yelled, then turned and left.

He is very busy.

　　……

　　 In the evening, Pierce walked out of the interrogation room tiredly, and rubbed his right hand on his neck.

　　 Qiancangichi and Robert are sitting in Pierce's place, and they are watching the exhibition materials that Pierce helped to obtain.

　　 Pierce returned to his table, drank a glass of water, and then said to the two of them:

　　 "You are right, all these children were smuggled over."

　　 "They are cheap, and they are factory owners' favorite workers. They only need to be responsible for eating and drinking."

　　 "East Beacon City is a completely unfamiliar city to these children. Even if they escape from the factory, they have no place to stay."

　　 Pierce sighed at this point.

　　 It is impossible for the police station to keep these children forever. After inquiring, they will be placed in the orphanage, waiting for adoption by well-wishers.

　　 Qiancang put down the information in his hand, he looked up at Pierce, and said softly:

　　 "These children are only part of the smuggling."

　　 "You ask Merman to focus on interrogating Sander, the owner of the factory, and maybe you can find some new clues along the way."

　　 "By the way, do you have any clues about the exhibition of life?"

　　 Pierce frowned when he heard Qian Cangyi's words, and shook his head and replied:

　　 "No, art exhibitions generally require publicity, which is rather grand, but I have never heard of it."

　　 "Maybe the exhibition of life is completely different, maybe it is a membership system? After all, the content is so peculiar."

　　 When Pierce said this, the horrible state of Asuka's chief mate was surrounded by flames again appeared in his mind.

　　 Especially the smell of meat from the chief mate, which made Pierce stay away from meat these days.

　　 Peel didn't wait for Qiancang's answer, and said in a low voice:

　　 "How dare I say that to Chief Merman..."

　　 "To tell you the truth, only Mr. Marshall in the entire police station has the guts."

　　 At this time, a policeman came over and said to Qian Cangyi:

　　 "There is a kid named Nicholas looking for you outside."

　　 Qiancang nodded and walked outside the police station.

　　 Nicholas was standing on the side of the street in front of the police station. After seeing Qian Cangyi, his face showed a happy expression.

　　 "Anything to find?" Qiancang said.

　　 Nicholas nodded, looked up at Qian Cangyi's eyes and said:

　　 "There is no news about the exhibition of life, but I have a new discovery."

　　 "My friends told me that they had seen a weird painting at the entrance of the inner city."

　　 "The painting is a dark cave, and the person holding the painting once lifted a corner of the painting."

　　 "I think this might be the clue you want, Mr. Marshall."

　　 Qiancang thought thoughtfully after listening, and then asked:

　　 "What is the name of the person holding the painting? What does it look like?"

　　 "His name is Sand Scott." Nicholas said a familiar name.

　　 Sander... Now at the police station.

　　 "Take me to find your little friend." Qian Cangyi wanted to understand more carefully.

　　……

　　 In the interrogation room, Qian Cangyi and Robert were sitting in a row, and Sander was sitting across the table.

　　 At present, Sander’s lawyers are still negotiating. According to the progress mentioned by Pierce, Sander will be released on bail before tomorrow.

　　 Qiancang glanced at Sander up and down.

　　 From all angles, Sander wears a standard upper-class costume.

　　The difference is that Sander is not a nobleman, but a new nobleman, which can also be understood as a nouveau riche.

　　 Money is a very important criterion in East Beacon City, and identity is not too important.

　　 Qiancang placed his hands and ten fingers in front of him, and said:

　　 "Sand Scott."

　　 "I didn't come here to ask you about illegal child labor."

　　 "I want to ask you another thing, have you heard of the exhibition of life?"

　　 Qiancang kept his eyes on Sander's face as he asked, not intending to omit any details.

　　 After hearing Qian Cangichi's words, Sander's light blue eyes showed a hint of panic, but he immediately returned to normal.

　　 This can't be a clue to follow up at all.

　　Sander looked calm, shook his head slightly, and replied:

　　 "Mr. Police, I haven't heard any exhibition of life."

　　 "Although I am locked here by you, it does not mean that I have to answer you for things that have nothing to do with me."

　　 Qiancang tapped the table with his right hand lightly. He already had some thoughts in his mind, and he whispered:

　　 "I have a work called'Suffocating the Wilderness'. I really like the weird style in the painting. I want to communicate with this artist."

　　 "There is an exhibition of life written on the back of the painting. I think this may be the unique exhibition of the genius painter Samuel, but unfortunately I can't participate in it."

　　 "Sander, if you can let me participate in the exhibition of life, I can let you go out early."

　　 "The premise is that you no longer employ illegal child labor."

　　 Qiancangyi throws a bait~lightnovelpub.net~ Samuel cannot tell Sander about the manuscript, and it is also impossible for Sander to know Qiancangyi.

　　 The incident of the Blue Pearl has explained many things.

　　 Cultists are not isolated from the world, but hidden in human society as normal people.

　　 They will deal with normal people, and at the same time, they will take the opportunity to develop the same kind, and they will use their unique power to make more profits.

　　 Samuel and Sander are such a relationship.

　　 I know, but I don’t know.

　　 After hearing Qian Kuril's words, Sande's eyes flickered.

　　 Just now, Qian Cangyi revealed several important information.

　　 The name of the painter Samuel, the name of the exhibition, the exhibition of life, the name of the work suffocates the wilderness.

　　 Plus the painting style is weird.

　　 The sum of these points is enough to piece together an image of a person who loves to paint.

　　 Sander looked at Qian Cangyi, his eyes wary, and he replied:

　　 "I seem to have heard the name Samuel, but I can't remember it for the time being."

　　 "The air here is not so good. If I go for a walk and let my head clear up, I might be able to remember who this person is."

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