Yan Ming put down the terminal screen, looked at the woman in front of him and said slowly:
“According to the rules of Hope City, if a disease cannot be cured within a year, there is basically no need for treatment.
"Even if we don't consider these, can you produce relevant evidence? Even a medical record will do."
The woman's body was still shaking. She knew her background very well, and so did the man in front of her.
But the other party seemed to have received special training in this area, which was to break down her psychological defenses bit by bit from the outside to the inside.
In fact, there is such a thing as medical records, but that is a disease that cannot be treated in a regular medical center. It can only be solved privately by some doctors who roam around the inner and outer city areas.
But she couldn't and didn't dare to say such things.
The woman glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already nine o'clock in the morning.
At noon, Erken would drive here to have lunch with him, as they had agreed last time.
Hurry up, hurry up... She made a silent prayer in her heart.
Unfortunately, the woman's little action obviously did not escape Yan Ming's eyes. He caught this detail of the other party and then turned to look at the wall clock.
"Oh, it's already nine o'clock."
He thought for a few seconds and asked:
“Are you waiting for Mr. Elken to come and help you out?
"He won't come."
Yan Ming stood up from the chair and walked behind the woman.
Although it was only a matter of time before the man in front of him was detained and tried, he was very polite and did not make any physical contact. He just stood behind the man and stated emotionlessly:
“Mr. Elken is fifty-four years old and has been the deputy director of Factory No. 12 for eight years and the director for ten years.
"He is a generous person but also strict in handling things. He likes to attend dances and make friends in his own way. Of course, this kind of 'making friends' is generally called interest exchanges here.
"But the strange thing is that Mr. Elken's wife and two children all live on the outskirts of the city. His family lives a very simple life and can only save a small amount of money every month.
"So ma'am, can you tell me where Mr. Elken's money is kept?"
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Factory No. 12 mainly produces some daily necessities, which tend to be light industrial products. It is not the kind of assembly line that needs to run 24 hours a day.
The night shift lasts until midnight every day, and a new shift starts at six or seven in the morning.
When Zhuang Mian led the team to the factory, today's shift had already started for more than an hour.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to come early, but Erken’s working hours are later than normal workers, and he occasionally disappears during working hours.
Half an hour after confirming that Erken had entered the factory, the fully armed cleanup team, led by Zhuang Mian, arrived at the factory gate.
The security in the inner city has always been good, especially after the death of the Mind Flayer, no major cases occurred for a long time.
The security guard at the door originally planned to stop this group of guys who were not wearing work clothes, but after seeing their uniforms, he realized that it was not simple.
Before Zhuang Mian showed his ID, they had already ended their symbolic resistance and didn't even send out a warning signal to the factory.
So the group swaggered into the factory. Hundreds of workers were busy on multiple assembly lines. Products were produced, packaged, and finally transported to warehouses near the assembly lines. Noise filled every corner here.
"The 'line leader' of the assembly line, come here."
A purge team member stepped forward and shouted.
The arrival of outsiders had already attracted the attention of these workers. They had already developed the ability to complete their own operations without looking at the assembly line for a short period of time. While looking over here, their hands did not stop moving at all.
A few older workers who looked better came trotting up to the group. Just by looking at their uniforms, one could tell that they were not easy to mess with. The woman leading them looked like she was ready to pull out a gun and kill someone at any time.
“How’s the attendance today?”
Zhuang Mian asked a question that had no beginning or end. Several line leaders looked at each other in bewilderment, but this question happened to be what they knew about.
"All workers are on duty today and no one has asked for leave."
Several people said in unison, and then one of them realized something was wrong and hurriedly added:
"No, there's one person on my line who's on long-term sick leave, and the rest are all here."
"Very good, go stop the assembly line and let everyone gather here."
The line leaders all looked embarrassed when they heard this. Shutting down a production line is no small matter. If something unexpected happens, they may have to bear the blame themselves in the end. No one wants to be a scapegoat.
"Do you think you should ask Director Erken for instructions?"
A line leader asked bravely.
"He's not anymore."
Zhuang Mian answered casually, and the line leaders thought for a few seconds before they understood the meaning of this short sentence. They did not dare to neglect this big shot who deprived him of his position as factory director with just one sentence. They turned around and walked towards the switch. A few seconds later, they shut down the assembly line on this sunny winter morning.
Led by the line leader, the workers began to gather towards the open space in the middle of the factory. Although the machines had been shut down, the long-term noise still caused their hearing to deteriorate. The people responsible for maintaining order could only keep shouting as usual.
A team of workers gathered first, and the leader looked at Zhuang Mian and asked:
"Sir, what should we do now?"
"wait."
Half a minute later, there was a thumping sound of footsteps coming from the iron staircase:
"What's going on? Why is the production line stopped?"
A pair of leather shoes first appeared in the direction of the stairs, followed by decent pants and a slightly bulging belly, and finally the face of a middle-aged man with half-white hair came into everyone's sight.
Erken was just taking a break in the office. The office's good soundproofing filtered the maddening noise into sleep-inducing white noise, and the warm indoor air made him feel a little sleepy.
So when he was dozing off and imagining the beautiful scene at noon, the sound of an emergency stop was heard, and the office fell into silence. He also regained his sanity from his half-sleep state.
After putting on his shoes as quickly as possible, Erken opened the office door and walked downstairs.
Not to mention another production accident - the cold weather has caused some workers to feel stiff fingers. Four people have lost one or two fingers this month, which has seriously affected the workers' morale and production efficiency. If this continues, even delivery may be affected.
Thinking of this, he reached out and gripped the metal guardrail tightly, quickened his pace to go downstairs to check, and then he saw seven plague gods standing at the stairs waiting.
The leading woman stared at his face, as if to confirm something, and finally took out a document from her pocket:
"Erken, here's your arrest warrant."
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