In the humble room, more than 20 children huddled together, sleeping in a bed that looked like drawers.

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

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

Yesterday, they only had two nights of rice porridge for dinner, and that's still the treatment of working four hours after dinner.

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

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

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

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

It's a dormitory for a textile factory, located on the edge of East Beacon City, and managed in a chaotic manner.

Even the police are reluctant to pass by.

George's voice was like thunder, and the children who heard it hurriedly got up, got out of bed, and stood barefoot on the side of the bed, lined up.

The children, who were between the ages of 7 and 13, were in the process of physical development, but now they didn't even think about having enough to eat, and they were worried every day about whether they would be beaten to death by George.

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

"Mr. Sander is very pleased with yesterday's production."

"It's the same for today's production, if you can finish it early, I'll let you sleep a little longer."

"In the morning, Mr. Sander will come over to check on you, and when the time comes, you will be better, and I will add you a meal in the evening."

The so-called "extra meal" is actually just a matter of putting more rice in the rice porridge, but even so, the children still have happy expressions on their faces.

Outside the room, the morning sun had just begun to pour warmth on the earth, and the children were already working on the textile machines.

Their breakfast time is an hour later.

The high walls around the factory act as a prison wall, completely blocking the children's escape path.

Once they are found to have escaped, they will not only be caught, but also locked up in a small dark room and beaten violently.

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

Although George doesn't usually beat a child to death, accidents happen.

……

Beyond the filthy walls, Merman turned his head to look at the rising sun, his azure eyes as clear as sapphires.

In his hand he held a golden pocket watch, the black hands of which turned with the time, as if it never stopped.

In the distance, a hook-nosed man in a black gentleman's coat was walking steadily, followed by two servants.

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

Merk quietly hid to the side, behind the grass, the police had assembled.

At this time, three days have passed since the death of the first mate of the Asuka, and during these three days, Qian Cangyi and Robert have been investigating the news of the exhibition of life, but unfortunately they have found nothing.

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

Pierce received a report that strange cries could be heard from a factory west of East Beacon City, hoping that the police would help investigate.

At first, of course, the matter would not be accepted, but after the discovery of a child's body, things began to look different.

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

The only problem is that this is East Beacon City, and many of the cargo ships that come to East Beacon City have many families with dreams.

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

When they arrive at East Beacon City, they will basically stay on the west side of the outer city, which is where the law doesn't care much.

After two days of investigation, Qian Cangyi determined that the factory, called "Fufu", was using illegal child labor on a large scale, so he prepared to make an arrest today.

When Sander entered the factory, Merman gave the order, and a dozen police officers rushed into the rich factory.

"Squat, all squat!" Arthur held his gun in both hands, his gaze sweeping over the factory.

The police officers who followed him did the same thing.

At this time, Sander, who had just entered the factory, was inspecting the work of the workers.

"What are you doing here!" Xander wasn't afraid of the gun in Arthur's hands.

"Squat!" Merman stepped out from behind Arthur and held his gun to the center of Sander's forehead.

Sander suddenly became short of breath and bent his legs involuntarily.

"Take them all." Merman shouted, then turned to leave.

He's busy.

……

In the evening, Pierce walked out of the interrogation room exhausted, rubbing his right hand around his neck.

Qian Cangyi and Robert were sitting in Pierce's place, and the two were looking at the exhibition materials that Pierce had helped to get.

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

"You're right, all these children were smuggled in."

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

"East Beacon City is a completely unfamiliar city to these children, and even if they escape from the factory, they have nowhere to stay."

Pierce sighed at this.

It is impossible for the police to keep these children all the time, and after questioning, they will put them in an orphanage waiting to be adopted by well-wishers.

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

"These children are just some of the smuggled in."

"You let Merman focus on interrogating the factory owner Tander, and you may be able to 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, shook his head and replied:

"No, art exhibitions generally need publicity, and they are more grand, but I have never heard of them."

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

As Pierce said this, the tragic image of the first mate of the Asuka being surrounded by flames once again came to his mind.

In particular, the smell of meat coming from the first mate's body made Pierce stay away from meat these days.

Peel didn't wait for Qian Cangyi to answer, and said in a low voice:

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

"To tell you the truth, you are the only one in the entire police department, Mr. Marshall, who has such guts."

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

"There's a kid named Nicholas looking for you out there."

Qian Cang nodded and walked outside the police station.

Nicholas was standing on the side of the street in front of the police station, and when he saw Qian Cangyi, he had a happy expression on his face.

"Did you find anything?" Qian Cang spoke.

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

"There's no news from the Exhibit of Life yet, but I have a new discovery."

"My friends told me that they once saw a strange painting at the entrance to the inner city."

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

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

Qian Cang listened thoughtfully, and then asked:

"What's the name of the person holding the painting? What does it look like? ”

"His name is Sander. Scott. Nicholas uttered a familiar name.

Sand...... Now it is in the police station.

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

……

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

Sander's lawyer is still in negotiations, and according to Pierce's progress, Sander will be released on bail by tomorrow.

Qian Cang glanced up and down at Sander.

By all accounts, Sander wore the standard upper-class attire.

The difference is that Sander is not an aristocrat, but a new aristocracy, which can also be understood as an upstart.

Money is a very important measure in East Beacon City, and status is not too important.

Qian Cang crossed his fingers in front of him and said:

"Sander. Scott. ”

"I'm not here to ask you about illegal child labor."

"I want to ask you something else, have you ever heard of the exhibition of life?"

Qian Cang's eyes were fixed on Sander's face as he asked, not intending to miss any details.

After hearing Qian Cangyi's words, there was a hint of panic in his light blue eyes, but he immediately returned to normal.

This is not a clue to ask at all.

With a calm face, Sander shook his head slightly, and replied:

"Mr. Policeman, I haven't heard of any life shows."

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

Qian Cangyi gently knocked on the table with his right hand, and already had some thoughts in his heart, he whispered:

"I have a work called 'Suffocating Wilderness', and I really like the weird style in the painting, and I want to talk to this painter."

"At the back of the painting is an exhibition of life, and I thought it might be a unique exhibition of the genius painter Samuel, but unfortunately I couldn't get to it."

"Sander, if you can get me to the exhibition of life, I can get you out early."

"Provided you don't employ illegal child labor."

Qian Cangyi threw out the bait.

It is impossible for Samuel to tell Sander about the manuscript, and likewise, it is impossible for Sander to know Kancangichi.

The events of the Blue Pearl have said a lot.

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

They will deal with normal people, while taking advantage of the opportunity to develop their own kind, and will use their unique powers to make more profits.

Samuel and Sander have such a relationship.

Yes, but not clear.

After hearing Qian Cangyi's words, Sander's eyes flickered.

Just now, Qian Cangyi revealed several important information.

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

Plus the style of the painting is weird.

Together, these points are enough to piece together the image of a person who loves to paint.

Sander looked at Qian Cangyi with a wary look in his eyes, and he replied:

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

"The air isn't very good here, and if I go out for a walk and clear my head, maybe I'll be able to remember who this person is."

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