At this time, a dormitory building in the factory was already surrounded by people.

In the center of the crowd, there were a pool of blood, and there were four pools in total, red, emitting heat.

Four people fell in a pool of blood.

"I jumped off the building again!"

"Two consecutive jumps half a month ago! Today I actually jumped four consecutive jumps!"

"It seems that Lao Li is the one who jumped off the building. Isn't he quite cheerful? He writes poems every night, why does he jump off the building?"

"Hmph, is it because the factory is owed wages!"

"I heard that Lao Li's wife has esophageal cancer. The daily medical expenses are several thousand yuan. The child is still studying. The whole family is supported by Lao Li alone!"

"But the factory actually owes Lao Li three months' salary! This is completely a desperate situation!"

......

The workers were talking and very indignant.

"The other three, Lao Zhang, Lao Chen and Lao Shao, were also owed wages by the factory!"

"Old Chen is the worst because he said something bad about the supervisor. His salary was owed for half a year. He still worked overtime until twelve o'clock every day, and he did not pay overtime!"

"I don't treat him as a human being at all! I definitely can't survive!"

At this moment, hatred appeared on the workers' faces, which was the hatred created by Yonghui, the black-hearted factory.

Jiang Hang immediately picked up the camera and recorded the video.

This kind of video of the first live is very precious.

"What's the use of jumping off a building? It can't solve the problem. I jumped two years ago and wasn't it being pushed down?"

"This entire industrial park belongs to the Jing family. Can suicide solve the problem?"

"The Jing family is very good at hand and can easily pay some money. If you don't accept it, the Jing family can kill you casually."

At the end of the day, the workers sighed repeatedly, as if they were used to all this.

More importantly, at this moment, at most, I could only complain verbally, but I did not have the slightest idea of ​​resistance.

Ye Mo looked at the four corpses.

The four people jumped off the sixth floor and died on the spot. Ye Mo didn't even have the chance to take action to treat him.

There was also a piece of paper next to one of the bodies.

There are a few lines of poems written on the paper.

It seems that this corpse should be Lao Li, who loves to write poetry.

Ye Mo looked at the white paper again:

"A nut hit the ground, landed vertically, and made a slight sound.

Working overtime late at night, no one noticed it.

Just like half a month ago, at the same late night, someone fell on the ground."

This is a short poem written by Lao Li. There are not many words, but the lines are full of numbness and despair.

"Have you recorded it all?"

Ye Mo looked at Jiang Hang.

"Doctor Ye, all the videos have been taken. I have been rumored in the newspaper before. Someone in the dark-hearted factory under the Jing family committed suicide, but he just couldn't get first-hand information and there was no evidence!"

Jiang Hang held the camera and said seriously:

"But now, we have taken first-hand information and then broke this matter! We must definitely put the Jing family in a vortex of public opinion!"

Ye Mo nodded.

Looking at the dead body on the ground, he didn't know what he felt.

Just now, they were all living lives.

But now, it's all gone

The culprit behind all this is the Jing family.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Suddenly, a loud shout came:

"Where are people from the infirmary?! Hurry up and take the stretcher over and carry the four bodies away!"
Chapter completed!