Mystery: Mr. Witch and Ms. Hunter

Chapter 74 Secret Photography
Altaïr quickly left the company's office building, where Beyonders were most likely to be encountered, and came to the long corridor leading to the factory area.

From here, you can already see the huge iron gate that separates the factory area from the office area, which is hidden among the garden trees in the company's yard. There are two guards holding short sticks standing in front of the iron gate.

After this, there should be at least two more guards on the road...Altaïr decisively gave up the idea of ​​violently knocking down the two men and climbing over the iron gate, and instead walked straight forward and greeted the two guards.

"I'm Mr. Smith's new assistant. I have a report to show to the foreman of the factory area."

Altair gestured to the two guards with a pile of written materials he had just brought. As for the name Smith, he saw it on the door of the financial secretary just now. The reason for choosing this excuse is that the financial secretary Smith's entourage is not from the factory, but civil servants brought here. It is normal that some of them do not know the two guards.

"Which foreman are you going to show it to?" The other party was a little skeptical. "Can they understand it?"

"So I came here to explain it to them."

Altaïr smiled. "Man, you know their job is to say different kinds of nonsense in front of different people."

The two guards were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, patted Altaïr on the shoulder, and opened the door for him. Altaïr also saw the name tag of one of them: Jack Barnes.

"Go ahead, buddy, and by the way, ask Old Lynch if he wants to go to the bar tonight."

Barnes said goodbye to Altaïr in a friendly manner, and Altaïr waved his hand to indicate that he understood, walked around the corner, and threw the pile of documents he had picked up into the trash can. Then, the interior of the factory was completely exposed in front of him.

According to the reports of the factory owners, these textile factories provided sufficient job opportunities for women, getting rid of the low status of women as "the first livestock of men" in the past hundreds of years, and increasing the economic output of Loen to 177% of the original in years. However, if you really get close to it, you will find that the state of the factory is far from as glamorous as described in the civil servants' articles.

Now, what appeared before Altaïr's eyes was a wide hall. Countless power looms or spinning machines occupied more than half of the space, leaving narrow gaps like ridges in a field.

This is both an aisle and an operating space. Hundreds of female workers with dark and dry skin are scattered here like dry cotton branches. Their soft, warm flesh and hard, cold steel form a barren field. Under the dim lights of the factory, they convert the pitiful amount of sugar they consume into cotton cloth, spindles and other fruits of their labor that can be sold. Their heavy breathing makes the air in the huge space humid and hot.

For no reason, Altaïr thought of the term "photosynthesis" invented by scholars of the Church of Mother Earth. The difference is that the Church of Mother Earth believes that in photosynthesis, fibers and starch are formed from nutrients in the earth, while in factories, cotton cloth and spindles are formed from the blood and sweat of female workers.

The sound of spinning was loud, and the shutter sound was completely covered. Altaïr exposed the camera lens from his open shirt and took a photo. Since the portable camera had no flash, the actual photo was not very good. However, this was not something Altaïr should worry about.

After taking a photo, Altaïr did not continue taking photos. After all, the information captured from the same angle was limited and it was easy to be noticed.

"Lynch, where is old Lynch?"

Without trying to hide his tracks as he had done before, Altaïr shouted directly.

"Come here!" An old voice suddenly rang out from the dark field. Altaïr walked quickly in the direction of the voice, using his coat as a cover, and took a few close-up photos from the blind spots of the women workers' vision as he passed by them.

Altaïr walked to the source of the sound and saw a skinny old man. His appearance reminded him of a goblin in a fairy tale, with his face muscles shrunken like a shriveled peach pit.

"I haven't seen you."

The other party looked at Altaïr and said with some confusion.

"This is my first day here. Jack, Mr. Jack Barnes asked me to come. He asked me to ask you if you want to go to the bar for a drink in the evening and take a look around here. After all, the guards have to patrol during the night shift."

Altaïr was speaking the absolute truth. However, when put together, it wasn't quite so true.

"Damn it, that little rascal knows I have gout!"

Old Lynch gnashed his teeth and cursed, "Stinky boy, when you're done, go back and tell Jack that Old Lynch is going to beat his ass with his cane. Do you hear me?"

"Okay, okay..." Altaïr nodded quickly and took a few steps to the other side of the room.

"Wait, brat!"

Just as Altaïr was about to push open the door on the other side and leave the room, old Lynch suddenly rushed up with agility that was not suitable for his age and grabbed Altaïr's wrist as he was about to open the door.

"Didn't that idiot Jack tell you the rules?"

Old Lynch gave Altaïr a glare and said, "You are not allowed to open this door. Your patrol ends here. Go out through the small door on the side, go around to the other side, and go home from there."

"What's going on? Mr. Barnes didn't tell me."

Altaïr asked in confusion, pretending to understand nothing.

"Don't say 'sir' or 'sir' to me. I am a rough man like Lynch. I cannot bear to hear you young people talk in a flowery way." Lynch picked up his cane and hit Altaïr's legs twice. "Boy, those who know too much usually don't live long."

I think you'll be in the coffin soon... Altaïr muttered in his heart.

"Are you cursing me in your heart?"

Old Lynch was surprisingly perceptive in such a place, as if he saw through Altaïr's thoughts and glared at him viciously.

"Anyway, this place was originally converted from an air raid project. It's said to be haunted, so the boss sealed it off because he thought it was unlucky. If you mess with this door, even that little bastard Jack can't save you!"

"It's haunted?" Altaïr continued to pretend he knew nothing. "What ghosts? I, I'm afraid of ghosts!"

"You're fucking your mother!"

Old Lin Qi cursed angrily, "If you keep asking those nonsense questions, I will really beat you up!"

Artair quickly admitted his mistake, but when old Lynch turned around, his gaze suddenly became deep, and stayed on the place on the thick windbreaker where old Lynch had just grabbed it, the handprint that had not completely disappeared.

(End of this chapter)