The voice paused.
"At first, the work hours at the Sanmu Puppet Factory weren't short, but that wasn't the key issue. According to the recollections of several former workers, I noted down the most frequently mentioned words from their testimonies,"
"The atmosphere was eerie."
"Eerie atmosphere?"
Beichuan Si repeated the words that Shen Gu Mirai had said, looking up at her with a lack of understanding.
Shen Gu Mirai was obviously prepared for this, and she very reliably pulled out a photograph from her notebook. Her supple body leaned conscientiously towards Beichuan Si, and she said in a gentle tone, "Look, Mr. Temple, this is a photo of the doll factory workshop back then."
Beichuan Si finally understood what Shen Gu Mirai meant by 'the atmosphere was eerie.'
In the photo, the workers were immersed in their tasks, changing the molds and sanding the eerily white joints of the dolls to a polished finish.
At first glance, it seemed to be a normal workshop photo, but—
