Shadow of great britain

In the dark corner of the hall of the Coburg Theater, Vidocq reached into his corset and pulled out his pocket watch. He opened the gold-plated watch cover and saw that the hour hand on it pointed exactly at eight o'clock.

He raised his head and glanced at the theater hall, which was already overcrowded and packed with seats. From time to time, he could hear the powerful and tragic sound of orchestral instruments playing in his ears.

In the center of the stage, musicians from the London Philharmonic Society played the orchestral instruments in their hands. The organ, violin, flute, and oboe glowed brightly in golden color under the light of the chandeliers above the hall.

In the lounge next to the aisle, you can still see several priests wearing religious clothes. They will pray and preach between the first and second parts of the "Matthew Passion".

But those are not important, because at this moment, all the visitors today are focusing their eyes on the center of the stage. There is standing there wearing a tuxedo, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, eyes closed, Mendelssohn holding a conductor. The baton was moving like crazy, and along with the dancing of his arms and the rising and falling of the baton, a choir from the Diocese of Westminster, dressed in immaculate white robes, sang the aria rhythmically.

This well-known young pianist and conductor in Europe has attracted the attention of countless members of the opposite sex with his overflowing musical talent and handsome appearance.

And the ladies sitting in the front row, who were die-hard Mendelssohn fans, couldn't help but press their beating hearts with their hands. They lamented: "The best fate I can think of in the world is probably to harm me." After contracting tuberculosis, he died in the arms of Mr. Mendelssohn with that sad and pale face."

Perhaps it was the lamentations of the ladies that played a role. As the music changed, the slight smile on Mendelssohn's face gradually dissipated, replaced by the pain and sorrow that gradually climbed to the corners of his mouth.

As his baton suddenly rose in the air, the choir's mezzo-soprano aria sounded: "Repentance and guilt have torn this guilty heart into two twin halves. May my tears be worthy of the anointing. Anoint you, O faithful Jesus, with repentance and guilt..."

At this moment, the pastor who had been waiting in the aisle just now appeared with the Bible in his hand. He pressed the Bible to his heart and sang along: "Later, one of the twelve disciples, named Judas, went to see the chief priest. explain……"

The bass who plays Judas follows up with the chant: "How much will you give me if I hand him over to you?"

The priest continued to murmur: "So they gave him thirty silver coins. From that time on, he looked for opportunities to hand Jesus over."

The soprano's voice was sad and her tone was desolate: "Cry the blood in your heart. Alas, a young child raised by your own hands, who once sucked on your nipple, turned into a poisonous snake and threatened to kill his nurse. .Flow it..."

When Wakul, who was leaning against the wall, heard this, he couldn't help but spit on the ground and muttered in a low voice: "Who the hell are you scolding? Who said this job costs thirty silver coins? This is sixty thousand." Franc, a lot of gold. Are they targeting us when they sing this today? Boss, has the plan been exposed?"

Vidocq glanced at him when he heard this: "Wakul, you should learn more about culture when you have nothing to do. This person is singing about Judas."

"Ah...it turns out to be Judas!" Wakul was a little confused when he heard this. He casually found something to say to save some face: "I thought it was the Virgin Mary who was singing."

Vidocq glared at him: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you so much. Just do your job and leave the brainstorming to me. We've already figured out tonight's program. "Matthew Passion" will be followed by "The Bell" by Mr. Hastings. Use this time to find Mr. Dumas' hiding place first, and when Mr. Hastings is ready to go on stage, we will take action immediately."

When Wakul heard this, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "But boss, the time is too tight. You asked me to find the person in just one song. This is too difficult for you."

Vidocq curled his lips and glanced at this unsatisfactory subordinate. He just wanted to slap him: "Idiot! "Matthew Passion" is two or three hours long. If you can't finish it in such a long time, I'll put you in the fucking pot."

Vakul was so frightened by the boss's aura that he broke into a cold sweat. He quickly spoke out to calm Vidocq's anger, and while extending his thumb, he said: "Boss, you actually know this, no wonder people say so You are nothing like an ordinary gangster, you are elegant, elegant!"

After hearing this, Vidocq angrily reached out and dug into Vakul's skirt, and with a sudden force of his right hand, he pulled off almost two kilograms of cotton: "Hurry up!"

Vakul was so frightened that he rolled over. He quickly covered half of his buttocks and climbed up the stairs to the box on the second floor.

As he walked, he muttered and complained: "Leave some for me. There is no cotton padding, and it will be quite cold when the breeze blows."

When Vidocq heard this, he became even more angry. He cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, if those smart people hadn't been disobedient, why would I have led a group of donkeys to work? If I had known that gangsters everywhere were equally stupid, I might as well have caught them in London!"

Just when Vidocq was furious, in the second-floor box above his head, Alexandre Dumas and Tom, who were tied with ropes, were sitting on chairs on the left and right, enjoying the top music event in Britain.

Alexandre Dumas was humming along while listening, while Tom sitting next to him had a worried expression on his face.

Tom said: "Mr. Dumas, as long as you and I know that I allow you to come out from under the bed, please don't tell Arthur!"

Alexandre Dumas rolled his eyes at him: "I'm not stupid, why should I tell him this? Besides, why are you afraid of him? Isn't he just a little policeman like you?"

When Tom heard this, he quickly corrected him with a serious face: "Mr. Dumas, although I respect you very much, I advise you not to insult the name Arthur Hastings in front of a Scotland Yard police officer. .As far as I know, most front line patrol officers respect him."

"Respect him?" Alexandre Dumas raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you respect him for?"

Tom glared and said, "Of course I respect him for getting a raise of three shillings a week for everyone."

"Three shillings?" Alexandre Dumas curled his lips: "You have been bribed with this little money? I think maybe you can have more lofty ideals, such as republicanism or something."

"Republicanism?" Tom heard the word and simply asked: "Will republicanism get us a three-shilling-a-week pay rise?"

Alexandre Dumas agreed without even thinking: "Of course!"

"Then why is France, which has the best republicanism, worse off than Britain? I heard that the lower-class workers there don't see any meat all year round, but the workers in London can still eat it every day when they have work to do. Got some meat."

Alexandre Dumas originally planned to popularize his republican views to Tom, but he did not expect that Tom's words immediately stopped him: "This... this is because republicanism failed in France. If it succeeds, I believe it will get better.”

Tom just shook his head and said: "Then let's wait until France gets better before we talk about republicanism. You don't get a penny increase in wages and you still want us to work hard. Isn't this a lie? Mr. Dumas, maybe you can consider working in the London Securities Exchange Find a job as a stockbroker on the exchange, because the newspapers say the people squatting there are all scammers."

Alexandre Dumas was speechless by Tom. He was scratching his head and thinking about how to regain his place. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door in the box.

When Tom heard the sound, he shivered in shock. At this time, he had no time to care whether Alexandre Dumas cooperated or not. He grabbed Elder's socks and stuffed them into Alexandre's mouth, and then rolled Alexandre into his hands like noodles. It was pushed back under the bed board.

As soon as he hid the person, he heard Elder's voice outside the door: "Arthur! Arthur! Are you there? How about we change to a private room? I just saw you have a bed in this room. Anyway, you are there I can lie down anywhere, and the sofa in my room is more comfortable."

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter's voice sounded outside the door: "Sir, are you really a friend of Mr. Hastings? This is Mr. Hastings' exclusive lounge. He just gave special instructions He told us that he was too tired from work these days and needed to take a nap before going on stage, and asked us not to disturb him."

"Of course I am his friend. If there is one person in this world who is Arthur's friend, it is undoubtedly me. If you don't believe it, call him out and see if he recognizes me."

"It's...it's not that I don't believe you, but there's no response after calling a few times. Maybe Mr. Hastings is asleep. I think it's better to forget it."

"Forget it? Don't you have the key? Open the door for me. If he blames me later, it's all mine."

"I'm sorry, sir, although you may be unhappy, but out of professional ethics, I must reply to you: I'm sorry to obey."

"Okay, okay, then I'll figure it out myself."

Elder stood outside the door, looking at the departing waiter with an unhappy expression, but before he could complain.

The tall and attractive coconut tree lady standing next to him smiled charmingly and took out a bunch of keys from behind: "My dear, what do you think this is?"

Elder was stunned for a moment, then said ecstatically: "Oh! My little cutie! I never thought that in addition to being beautiful, you also have such outstanding unique skills! You took this bunch of keys from the waiter. ?”

"Hmm!" Coconut Tree took Elder's arm and asked, "But, dear, are you sure we won't be discovered here?"

Elder blushed and patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, I've looked everywhere. The box on the second floor is the most secluded here. You and I can enjoy the wonderful performances presented by the masters here. Let’s discuss literature. Maybe you don’t like literature, but that’s okay. Let’s talk about natural history.

I have a friend who is a naturalist and he told me that humans may not have been created by God. Dear, what do you think on this issue? I think we might be able to verify it tonight. "

Coconut Tree's eyes narrowed with laughter. He trembled his false eyelashes braided with horsehair, bit his back molars and pronounced in a falsetto: "I think we should probably go into the room first."

When Elder heard this, he felt his whole body tense up, and even his fists became hard: "Okay, okay, my dear, I will listen to you."

He hurriedly took the key and obviously opened the door, but Elder may have been too hasty, and the door was almost knocked open by him.

Hearing a bang, Elder stumbled into the door, but before he could cry out in pain, he glanced around the room first.

"I knew Arthur was definitely not here. How could he sleep on such an important occasion tonight?"

Coconut Tree also walked into the house while twisting her long skirt. He also took a look at the furnishings in the room, and then he lay on his side on the big bed pretending to be weak, waving his arms lazily at Elder: "Dear Yes, don’t forget to lock the door and don’t let your friends disturb our fun.”

Elder's eyes lit up and he smiled evilly and rubbed his arms. His action made Agares, who was sitting on the window sill, frown: "Fuck, imitate me?"

Elder stood up on tiptoe and touched it lightly, then turned his back to the door panel and locked the door without looking at the keyhole as if he had super powers.

With the sound of the door being locked, Elder flew forward like a tree monkey that had just escaped from the Great Rift Valley: "Honey, I'm fucking here!"

Unexpectedly, before his body landed on the bed, he was caught by the coconut tree standing on the bed.

"Oh! Honey, you are so strong."

"Of course, I am no ordinary lady."

The weight of Coconut Tree and Elder pressed on the bed board, and the bed board was obviously dented half way down. This move forced Alexandre Dumas lying below to complete a forced abdominal movement.

Alexandre Dumas stared at Tom who was lying next to him. Although he did not dare to make a sound at this time, Tom still interpreted the meaning from his mouth: "Aren't you a fucking policeman? You ran here and lie down. What are you doing? Why don't you go out and drive these two people away?"

Tom's face was full of bitterness. He also imitated Alexandre Dumas's encrypted communication: "This is my first time doing this, so I have no experience! Besides, if I go out now, wouldn't it disturb Mr. Carter's good things?"

Alexandre Dumas didn't dare to make a sound, but he still couldn't help complaining: "Then you just watch him discuss the birth of human beings above our heads? I can't stand this anger!"

But although Alexandre Dumas was tough on his words, his body was still very honest.

After all, human beings always have some trivial curiosity, whether it is towards the same kind or close relatives.

The coconut tree held Princess Elder in its arms, narrowed its eyes and smiled: "My dear, do you want to play something new?"

"Fresh?" Elder was so happy that his heart almost jumped out of his chest: "Of course, the Royal Navy likes fresh, and anything that goes bad is out of necessity."

"Okay. Honey, just lie here."

Coconut Tree slowly placed Elder on the bed, and then took out a string of ropes from the layers of skirts where Elder could not see.

"how do you feel?"

"Oh! Honey, are you going to tie me up?"

"uh-huh!"

"Cover your eyes too?"

"uh-huh!"

"My dear, don't tell me. Your methods are quite professional. What did you do before?"

"you guess."

Alexandre Dumas, who was lying under the bed, couldn't help but murmured: "It's quite a perversion to play. Are all you British guys like this?"

Tom put his hands on his face and rubbed it vigorously. He suddenly let out a sigh of relief and said through gritted teeth: "Mr. Dumas, why don't I go out and get him."

Hearing this, Alexandre Dumas hurriedly grabbed his sleeve: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, listen again."

There was only a snap, like a whip being slapped on the buttocks, followed by a roar that was so angry that it sounded like it was going crazy.

"Fuck you idiot! Idiot, let me ask you, are you still arrogant now? Are you still crazy? If you don't keep your hands and feet clean next time, I will fucking skin you off!"

"Oh! My dear, this method is indeed novel."

"Who the hell is playing with you! You're still addicted, aren't you?"

While the fight was getting heated in the box, Arthur, who moved a chair and sat behind the stage curtain, looked through the gap in the curtain at the Red Devil who was lying on the window sill of the box watching the show.

He pinched his chin and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he gave a rare compliment to Agares, who was dedicated to his duties: "Although I sacrificed my soul for him to help pay attention to Alexander's movements, he was able to be so conscientious and never leave, even I gave up my favorite musical. As expected, the devil still respects contracts."

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