Shadow of great britain

In the cell of the Greenwich Police Station, there was the sound of slapping on the iron bars, and occasionally a woman's hoarse roar could be heard.

Tom and Tony, who were guarding outside the cell door, heard this movement and couldn't help but cover their foreheads and shook their heads.

Tom was dissatisfied: "It's been a week, why doesn't she stop?"

Tony curled his lips: "Who knows what magic power that laudanum has, if we don't give it to her, it's like killing her."

Tom said helplessly: "If it doesn't work out, let's buy her a bottle. She keeps making trouble in there, which makes me uneasy."

Tony glared at him: "Do you want to disobey Arthur's order? Besides, didn't Arthur make it very clear? What is this withdrawal reaction? When this period of time passes, she will feel better."

Tom exhaled: "For the first time, I'm glad that I followed Scotland Yard's housekeeping regulations seriously. If I hadn't insisted on not drinking, I might have become addicted to that stuff now."

Tony shrugged: "But you said the same thing about Arthur, why don't we just hand this woman over to the magistrate court immediately? She's just a prostitute doing fairy dance, and there are no other cases that need to be investigated further. Why are you keeping her here all the time?" She yells all day long, which makes everyone lose their mood to work."

While the two police officers were complaining, they suddenly found that there was no movement in the cell.

They turned around and looked inside through the bars, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's broken! Why did she hang herself? Where did she get the rope?"

The two police officers quickly opened the cell door and rushed in with quick steps.

They held Miss Fiona's legs and took her off the rope.

After stretching out his fingers to feel under her nose, the two police officers took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from their foreheads: "Thank God, I'm still breathing."

Unexpectedly, they had just let go of their worries when suddenly, two fair arms suddenly wrapped around the old police officer's neck.

Fiona, who was still dying just now, lay on the back of Tom and breathed into his ear: "Sir, go buy me some laudanum. Just one bottle, no, half a bottle is fine, as long as you put that thing Give it to me, you can play whatever you want... okay..."

When Tom heard this, he laughed twice. He raised his hands high, fearing that he would touch something he shouldn't touch. He read: "That...that can't be done. I'm afraid...I'm afraid that Arthur will come to my wife's place." They said I was having an extramarital affair.”

Fiona, whose eyes were bloodshot, suddenly changed her expression when she heard this. Her arms around Tom's neck suddenly tightened, and then she grabbed his throat with both hands, roaring and cursing.

"You are such a piece of shit, just like your bastard boss! You Scotland Yard police officers are all a piece of shit!!"

Tom rolled his eyes when she pinched him. Tony saw it and quickly took out the civilized sword from his waist and warned: "Madam! Although I shouldn't hit women, if you plan to continue doing this, I will have no choice but to do it!"

But Fiona couldn't hear Tony's warning at this time. She yelled: "Come on! You will hang me on the gallows as the leader!"

"Hey! You stinky bitch!" Tony was furious when he heard this. He took out the civilized weapon from his waist and was about to teach the other party a lesson.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a white-gloved hand stretched out from his back and pressed on Fiona's fingers, which were pinching Tom's neck.

Tony turned around and saw that it was Arthur Hastings, the new superintendent of the East London District of Scotland Yard, who was already wearing a crown epaulette.

Arthur opened the fingers around Tom's neck one by one, as easily as he was pulling carrots just planted in his garden.

As he broke it, he muttered: "Miss Fiona, such rude behavior is not what a lady should do."

Fiona held on to Tom's neck and refused to let go, but when she realized that all resistance was in vain, she simply let go of her hands and slapped Arthur in the face.

But she obviously underestimated Arthur's agility and Fred's ability to fight back, which gave Fred a headache.

Arthur raised his right hand seemingly inadvertently and grabbed her arm. Then he just flicked his wrist, and Fiona, who was wearing a long skirt, turned twice like a butterfly that had lost its direction. Then he fell into the thatch pile on the ground.

Fiona's face turned red with anger, but she felt a little aggrieved. She lay in the hay with red eyes and cursed: "I want to accuse you of violence in court!"

Arthur loosened his tight wrists, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Don't you see, you actually know something about the law?"

"Know something about the law?" Fiona was anxious and angry, but she knew she couldn't beat Arthur, so she simply grabbed a ball of hay and threw it at Arthur: "You think I'm trash like you who don't understand gentlemanly etiquette? Patrolman? If my gambler father hadn't failed to live up to his expectations and caused the family to go bankrupt, I would have made you look good!"

Arthur half-crouched on the ground, looked at her level with a smile and said, "I can't tell that you are actually a rich girl. In that case, you must have received a considerable degree of family education. In this case, why don't you find a normal Do you have to do this kind of business to do your job?”

"Normal work? If you call a textile worker who works fifteen hours a day and earns seven to eight shillings a week a normal job, then I really don't want to do it!"

Arthur shook his head: "No, that's not what I'm talking about. I also know that the income of female textile workers is low. But aren't you educated? Find a job as a tutor. Not only can you provide food and accommodation, but the income should be higher than that of textile workers. Female workers are much more advanced, right?”

"private teacher?"

When Fiona heard this word, she couldn't help laughing angrily. She reached out and patted the side of Arthur's face.

"My dear, don't you, a young master like you, know what a tutor does? If a normal wealthy family wants to hire a knowledgeable tutor, they will most likely hire a man. If you find a If a female governess earns a good salary, there is probably something fishy about it.

What's the difference between that kind of tutoring and the business I'm doing now? At least I am quite free now. If I want to do business, I can do it. If I don’t want to do it, I can just call someone. I don’t have to quarrel with the hostess. I live an unrestricted life, which is good. "

"Is that so?" Arthur held his chin and pondered for a moment, then murmured: "Are the stories Elder read considered documentary literature?"

Fiona saw Arthur didn't reply for a long time and asked impatiently: "Everyone open the skylight and speak openly. There is no need to be secretive. This time my little guys and I have admitted defeat. What do you want from me?" What do you get? Money or body? It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me, we have other girls here. But I think if you don’t like me, you probably don’t like Hannie and the others. Or, you don’t like me at all. Like women? Forget it, I don’t care so much, as long as you let me out quickly, I can give you everything I can."

When Arthur heard this, he just smiled and sighed: "Miss Fiona, I mean, have you ever considered being a good woman, or at least not so bad?"

"Huh? Is this your condition?"

Fiona couldn't help frowning when she heard this. She asked: "Why do you guys always like to do this kind of thing? This world has forced me to sell my body. When I get used to this kind of life, , you are here again to persuade me to change my ways, is there something wrong with your head?"

Arthur raised his brows and smiled gently: "So, do you agree or not?"

Fiona snorted disdainfully: "Of course I can be a good woman. If I had 5,000 pounds, I would be more ladylike than any aristocratic lady in London. So, you can afford 5,000 pounds." ?"

When Arthur heard this, he turned and winked at Tom and Tony.

The two police officers nodded understandingly, and then exited without saying a word, closing the cell door behind them.

When Fiona saw this scene, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at Arthur: "I know that none of you are good. After all, you are not afraid of being seen by others. I know that no one can be indifferent to me. "

After saying this, she lay down on the straw and pulled down her shoulder straps: "Come on, finish it quickly and let me out."

Arthur couldn't help but sigh when he saw her dead fish expression.

Arthur said: "Miss Fiona, what are you thinking? I just want to give you a chance to make five thousand pounds."

"Huh?" Fiona sat up from the straw pile: "Boy, are you serious? Do you want to marry me?"

Arthur smiled, his eyes flashing with a light red luster: "It's not that I want to marry you, but I want to marry you off."

Fiona was confused: "Who are you going to marry me to?"

Arthur rubbed the side of her face, his smile had a fatal charm.

"Being able to dominate 'Cambridge's little brother' with a female body, Fiona, is enough to show your ability. If you are willing to use your mind flexibly, from now on, you will never have to betray your body of.

I am willing to put you on the throne of the East End of London. In the darkest and lightest areas of Tower Hamlets, there are buried treasures that once belonged to Fred. Go and inherit that legacy.

I will put on a scarlet pleated dress for you, and a laurel wreath dotted with gorgeous gems for you. Then, I will marry you under the stars in the dark night. I will marry you to the vast London. East End, marry the bloody and filthy hell. "

Fiona's eyes gradually became blurry, and by the iron window above her head, there was a smiling Agares. Between the hands of the red devil, there were intricately connected blood-red silk threads. He was patiently playing with the pages. Flower rope game.

Arthur took out a brand new pipe from his coat pocket and gently placed it in Fiona's hand.

He whispered in Fiona's ear: "From now on, drink less laudanum. It will sluggish your sharp nerves. I would rather you be addicted to tobacco than that thing."