Shadow of great britain

The rain outside the window gradually subsided, and the Greenwich Police District's police meeting came to an end.

"Meeting dismissed."

As the door to the conference room was pushed open, the police officers who walked out of the conference room had wry smiles on their faces.

"It seems that the future work will be even more difficult!"

"Isn't Inspector Arthur a bit too whimsical to focus his future work on major cases?"

"The police force we have on hand is currently very scarce, and it is very difficult to just complete routine patrol tasks. Isn't it better to leave energy-consuming matters like murders and poisoning cases to professional burglars and detectives? "

"After all, the weekly salary given to us is too low. Those burglars and detectives may earn dozens or hundreds of pounds if they take on a big job. We are twelve shillings a week, and the brothers working below don't even have to patrol. Not very interested, let alone assigned other tasks.”

"However, if what Inspector Arthur said is true, as long as we can win a few key cases, we can get a 25% salary increase for all employees. It's not that we can't grit our teeth and fight for it. "

"Then as he said, kill Fred first? Have his men been active in your patrol area recently?"

"Active? That's not just active. Who can count how many people are under 'General Thief' Fred?

Half the thieves in London's East End could be related to him. Either he is his subordinate, or he relies on his network to sell stolen goods.

Haven't you heard that sentence? Where to hide the stolen things, General Fred is here to help. Where to hide after you robbed something, go to General Fred's lair. "

"To be honest, I have long wanted to find an opportunity to get rid of him. Forget it, it doesn't matter so much. I need you guys to work hard and get rid of this son of a bitch Fred! Without him, at least in the future It will also save you some worry when patrolling.”

As they talked, several police chiefs gradually walked away.

Only Sheriff Jones stayed where he was, and something seemed wrong about his face.

"Fred..."

Suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder.

"You look uncomfortable?"

Arthur's face came from behind him: "Do you need me to give you a few days off?"

Jones was so shocked that he trembled all over, and he quickly replied: "No need. I have just taken office, so it is not appropriate to ask for sick leave. I just got caught in the rain, so just go home and take a nap."

When Arthur heard this, he nodded slightly, then took a document from his arms and handed it to him.

"Since you have nothing to do, why don't you go to Scotland Yard? Here are the archives of today's meeting minutes. Your patrol area is closest to there. Please send someone to take it there when you are not busy."

"Yes, sir! I'm going now!"

Jones saluted and then hurriedly left the scene.

Arthur looked at his trotting figure, holding his chin in thought.

The red devil appeared mysteriously and quietly: "Arthur?"

"Is something wrong?"

The Red Devil rubbed his hands together and smiled: "There are so many criminal organizations in London, why did you choose Fred to attack?"

Arthur raised his eyebrows: "Are you asking knowingly? Willocks' investigation report said that he took away forty guns from Scotland Yard and smuggled a large amount of stolen goods.

Fred's men fought with people at the dock two days ago and fired guns. Was it such a coincidence?

Therefore, I concluded that some of the stolen goods taken away by Willocks must have fallen into Fred's hands.

It was entirely reasonable for me to launch an investigation into him. "

Agares narrowed his eyes and smiled: "But don't you and I both know whether Willocks is absconding in fear of crime?"

Arthur snorted: "Since the investigation report says it is, then I only recognize written documents from Scotland Yard."

"Aren't you going to investigate further?"

"Check?"

Arthur looked at the red devil with a cold face and asked, "What if I really find out something?"

"If you were afraid of finding out the truth, why did you touch Fred? Aren't you afraid that someone would punish you?"

Arthur put on his bowler hat and smoothed his cuffs: "For a notorious thief, to seduce Scotland Yard's hottest star?

I believe those people must have more than one way to sell their stolen goods. If he can only go to Fred, then there is no need for me to be afraid of him. How powerful can a person who can only cooperate with a thief leader be? "

After saying this, Arthur took steps and walked towards the rain outside the police station.

Agares asked: "Where are you running?"

"Since major cases, important cases, and murder cases are to be the focus of the future, it is natural to add some medical-related knowledge. I made an appointment with Charles to meet at a nearby coffee shop. I have to ask him for advice."

"Which Charles are you talking about?"

"Of course it's the same Charles who studied medicine for a year at the University of Edinburgh!"

…

Just when Arthur went to the coffee shop, Sheriff Jones had returned to his substation.

He sat in the office that originally belonged to Willocks, looking at the rain outside the window, with mixed emotions.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Officer Dennis opened the door and walked in.

"sit down."

Jones smiled and poured Dennis a cup of hot tea, and thoughtfully put a piece of sugar in it.

Then he pushed the teacup in front of him and said, "It's cold today, drink some tea to warm yourself up."

Officer Dennis looked a little embarrassed. He put his hands on his knees, as if he was still not used to the feeling of sitting in front of a superior.

"Chief, do you have a problem with me?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious."

Jones smiled and said: "It's just that I heard that you were the last person to see Willocks before he disappeared. So I want to ask you, do you know where he went?"

Dennis bit his lip: "I have reported this issue to Scotland Yard in detail.

All I know is that Sheriff Willocks was last seen heading south, saber in hand and in civilian clothes.

As for where exactly he went, I don't know. "

Jones nodded: "Indeed, your description is exactly the same as what I saw at Scotland Yard, and you have not changed your story."

Dennis breathed a sigh of relief: "Then can I go? It's raining today and the patrol road is very difficult. I should go on duty early."

"Of course, I'm glad to see you have such a high work ethic."

When Dennis heard this, he stood up and said, "Well, goodbye, sir."

He opened the door and was about to go out when suddenly Jones's voice suddenly sounded again: "Wait a minute."

Jones rested his head on the table with one hand, and pointed at the tea cup on the table with the other hand: "But, don't you really want to drink some tea? I see that your body seems to be shaking a little. It's because it's too cold. ?”

Dennis' heart tightened slightly, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "It's okay, sir, I can hold on."

"All right."

Jones smiled: "But before I leave, I still want to say something. If you don't know something now, it's best not to know it in the future. If you suddenly find out one day, it will make it difficult for everyone. "

Dennis said calmly: "Mr. Jones, what are you talking about?"

Jones smiled wider: "I say you can go, Officer Dennis."

Dennis turned around and went out. The moment the door closed, he was relieved.

His lips moved slightly, but no one could hear the sound he made. Only the top lip-reading masters could decipher the meaning of his words.

"Betraying Arthur once is enough."