Shadow of great britain

In front of the broad and gorgeous Parliament Square, Arthur, wearing pleated clothes, looked out of place with the luxuriously dressed crowd here.

Although Willocks' attack did not hurt him, it still opened several holes in his coat.

The gentlemen and ladies around him looked at him strangely.

They didn't know why this clean-looking young man was wearing such a tattered coat stained with sewage.

But Arthur didn't care about their looks, he just walked as usual.

He walked through Parliament Square at a familiar pace, as he had once patrolled the narrow lanes of London's East End.

Agares was by his side, and the Red Devil couldn't stop laughing along the way, and from time to time he would comment on the avant-garde clothing of the ladies around him.

"Look, what's on her head? Two flower feathers? Is she planning to pretend to be a peacock?"

"Damn it, can't she wear less perfume? The smell is as strong as the Thames!"

Arthur didn't know if he was impatient with the talkative red devil. He stopped and took a deep breath.

"Agares."

The red devil heard Arthur calling him and came over with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry for what happened today." Arthur glanced at the police officer's knife in his hand: "I shouldn't have been so harsh. I should have spared him a breath and forced him to hand over his soul. I'm sorry. , ruining your lunch."

When Agares heard this, the corners of his grin almost touched his ears.

"Oh! Arthur, my good brother! Why are you being polite to me?

I am a devil and I want souls in order to torture them for my own pleasure. And what you did today made me very happy!

You have no idea how happy I felt when I watched you take that shitty Sheriff's life!

I feel as if it's not you standing there, but myself. The scumbag that fell to the ground was not Willocks, but Barr!

Damn, I'm so happy! One day I will do this again, and sooner or later that bastard Barr will die in my hands! "

Arthur saw that the red devil was so happy that his tail stood up, and then he believed that he was not telling lies.

He let out a long breath: "I don't know if what I did was right. But I still carried a life. Fortunately, once Willocks died, the internal investigation could not continue. There were no witnesses. They still How to investigate Tom and Tony?"

Agares smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Tom and Tony are saved, but what are you going to do next?"

Arthur looked up at the sky. The gray clouds were moving away, and a glimmer of bright sunshine could be seen in the gaps between the clouds.

He covered his eyebrows with his palms to avoid the light, squinted his eyes and said, "Let's take it one step at a time. If that doesn't work, I'll take a boat to America. Don't people who can't make it in China usually go there?

Some of them go to North America and some to South America. I can be active in the Amazon jungle or go to the Pampas to herd sheep.

By the way, I heard that the gangsters in the North American colonies are engaged in a westward expansion movement, and I don’t know if gold mines have been discovered there.

If I find it, maybe I can take advantage of the gold rush to sell water. "

Agares asked in confusion: "Arthur, what kind of brain do you have? People are going to pan for gold during the gold rush. Why are you selling water?"

Arthur shrugged: "I don't know either, but this is what I was taught by a text I read when I was a child. It said that selling water during the gold rush can make you rich, and you can also become a business giant. I plan to verify it myself. Lied to me."

Agares had a look of disdain on his face: "You better not prove it. How much money can you make by selling a bucket of water? Besides, isn't it bad to stay in Britain?"

Arthur said helplessly: "I have to stay too. After I go to Scotland Yard to see Tom and Tony for the last time, we can prepare to buy a boat ticket and leave for America this afternoon."

"Do you have enough savings to go to America?"

"I'm different from Tom and Tony. One of them has a wife and children, and the other is planning to get married. But I'm a carefree bachelor, and I can save money quite quickly. To be honest, plus I'm studying in college. I have already saved a huge sum of ten pounds for the academic gold medal I will win."

Agares had a playful smile on his face.

"Oh, that's a lot of money indeed! I wish you could actually make it."

Arthur stared at Agares' face for a long time, and he read something wrong from the red devil's expression.

"Agares, are you hiding something from me?"

"Have it?"

Agares conjured up a file and polished his little nails while saying, "Actually, there are quite a lot of things I have hidden from you. Which one are you going to listen to?"

"Then just start from the beginning. Oh, by the way, don't start with King Solomon."

When Agares heard that Arthur refused to let him mention King Solomon, he threw the file to the ground in anger.

"Arthur! Then I have nothing to say!"

Arthur looked a little surprised, and he replied apologetically: "Sorry, Agares, this is my fault. I thought your devil career would be wonderful."

Agares was so angry that smoke erupted from his head, and in a swish he disappeared in front of Arthur.

Arthur sighed, stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, hoping to make himself look more energetic, and then walked towards Whitehall Street.

No. 4 Whitehall Street was not that far away, and he arrived there in a short time.

Looking at the majestic London Metropolitan Police headquarters, Arthur always felt a little strange.

Although he has been here many times, this is his first visit as an ordinary citizen.

He opened the door, and inside were the London police officers busy as usual.

These former colleagues who were sitting at their desks sorting documents heard someone pushing the door open and involuntarily looked up at him.

For the first time, Arthur felt how awkward it felt to be watched.

He looked down at the civilian clothes on his body, then at the uniformed London police officers, and raised his hand slightly in embarrassment.

"I'm looking for Tom and Tony. I heard that they have been detained and are under investigation?"

His eyes swept over every policeman present, but whenever his eyes were about to touch each other, they would all lower their heads in unison and bury their faces in the newspapers in their hands.

In the crowded office, no one responded to his request, and no one answered his questions.

Everyone was just busy minding their own business, as if he was just a mass of invisible air.

The world would not be a better place without him.

Without him, the world would not be a worse place.

Arthur's hand holding the doorknob trembled slightly. After a moment of silence, he finally let go of the doorknob, preparing to leave this place that no longer belonged to him and he no longer belonged.

However, when he just turned around, a gentle and generous voice sounded softly behind him.

"Excuse me, is this Officer Arthur Hastings?"