Shadow of great britain

At No. 4 Whitehall Street, Arthur, neatly dressed in police uniform, walked out of the headquarters of the Metropolitan Police.

He came out with a group of police inspectors in charge of other London police districts. They all exchanged with each other the work content assigned by the police meeting this morning, and even joked with each other from time to time.

Most of the police inspectors were in their thirties. Among them, young Arthur stood out.

The old police inspectors took good care of this young man who was rising like a rocket, but their words were more polite and distant.

Everyone knew that this young man was highly appreciated by Robert Peel, the Home Secretary, but this feeling of being treated specially made Arthur feel uncomfortable all over.

Agares looked at the old police inspectors with smiles on their faces unkindly, and he reminded Arthur.

"It's all hypocrisy. Look at their eyes. No matter how enthusiastic the smile is, it can't cover the eyes full of truth. These people are so jealous that they want to strangle you to death.

Arthur, it seems that it’s not good for you to climb too fast! Always making enemies on all sides. Why don't we think of a way to strike first and teach them a lesson? "

But Arthur has long been immune to the Red Devil's provocation.

If he really did what Agares wanted, he would have killed an entire battalion from four years ago to now.

He reluctantly dealt with the overflowing hospitality of the old police inspectors, but fortunately, after the police inspectors left Scotland Yard, they all boarded the public carriages and returned to their respective police districts not long after.

Arthur let out a sigh of relief, but before he could adjust his mood, Elder, who had been waiting opposite Scotland Yard for a long time, had already greeted him with a smile on his face.

Elder took out two tickets from his pocket and waved them in front of Arthur: "Arthur, look what these are? Tickets for the Royal Society's lectures! I spent a lot of effort to get them from my cousin. It was snatched from my hand."

Of course Arthur knew the boy's subtext. He raised his hand to stop a passing public carriage.

"I know, I'll pay for all your meals today."

Elder followed Arthur into the carriage and laughed loudly: "How generous! But I won't let you suffer. Didn't you specifically tell me to find lectures on chemistry and pharmacology before?"

This time I found out clearly that today's speaker is a very famous chemist. You will definitely be satisfied! "

The carriage started shakingly, and Arthur's head swayed along with it.

"Elder, you have to be sure this time. I still remember the first time you took me to a small theater to see a play. It was supposed to be to see some high-end art, but in fact the content of the performance seemed not very civilized. "

Hearing this, Elder coughed shamelessly.

"Arthur! Whether art is artistic or not, doesn't it still depend on how you look at it?

You have to look at it dialectically with a critical eye. Beautiful ladies are too poor to wear tops. What kind of message does this reveal?

There must be some kind of problem with the functioning of our society! "

Arthur glanced at him: "Is this why you disappeared immediately after watching the show?

Although there is indeed something wrong with society, your brain is not very bright either.

You also let your aunt catch you, and in the end, I had to help you get rid of you! "

When Elder heard Arthur exposing his scars, he suddenly became furious and said, "Arthur! You damn me, I'm a law-abiding citizen!"

"Can law-abiding citizens engage in smuggling business?"

"Can it be the same? If you smuggle, you will hang me. You are trying to insult my name!"

Arthur looked at Elder's upright look and sighed softly: "I won't mention the past things anymore. Now when I go back to the Royal Society to attend a lecture, you won't ask me any more critical questions, right? "

"How can it be possible..."

Elder spoke glibly and was about to say something obscene, but before he could speak, he saw Arthur taking off the quick handcuffs hanging on his cowhide belt.

Arthur stared at the pair of handcuffs and said to himself: "I really can't catch you for smuggling. But if you are engaging in pornography at the Royal Society..."

When Elder heard this, he quickly raised his hands in surrender and paid attention to Arthur.

"Don't mess around! I took you there this time sincerely, without any personal desires. This time it was really a chemistry lecture. The scientist was very famous, I remember his name was...what was his name...Michael...what was Michael?" Coming..."

Arthur asked tentatively: "Michael Jackson?"

When Elder heard this, he slapped his thigh and shouted: "That's right! It seems to be Michael Jackson. Let me just say he is very famous. Look, you all know him!"

Arthur took a deep breath: "Elder."

Elder looked happy: "What? No need to thank me, just treat me to dinner."

"I have to cuff you today!"

"Oh! Arthur! You're really going to do it!"

The carriage drove slowly on the street, passing through the crowds and the streets of London. After an unknown amount of time, it finally arrived at today's destination - Graysham College in northeast London.

The car door opened, and Elder, whose hands were handcuffed and held behind his back, stumbled out of the car.

He staggered forward two steps, and his nose almost hit the vermilion brick wall of the academy.

Arthur politely took off his hat and thanked the coachman, then took out two shillings from his pocket and handed them over.

"It's not easy to take a taxi here, so please wait for us here for two hours. After that, we need to take your car. We will pay double the price for the return trip."

The coachman was happy to make this easy money. He took off his hat and said in return: "No problem, Mr. Police Officer."

Arthur had just gotten out of the car and before he could stand firmly on the ground, he heard Elder's angry roar.

"Arthur! Look what this is? I told you that today's speaker is named Michael, and you still don't believe me!"

Arthur raised his eyes and saw that Elder was in front of a billboard introducing the speaker of today's lecture.

He jumped up and down angrily, and his mouth was not very clean: "Damn it, why don't you untie my handcuffs quickly. Most of the people who come to the lecture are ladies from London. If you let them see me like this, I will How can we find opportunities to have fun with them?"

Arthur glanced around and found that Elder was right.

Although it was still early, there were already many carriages parked outside the gate of Gresham College, and ladies and ladies wearing beautiful pleated skirts and silk white gloves could be seen everywhere.

Some of them stepped out of the carriage with the support of private coachmen, holding up their long skirts. There was also a servant standing by with a small broom to clean up the horse manure and garbage on the roadside for her, so as not to tarnish her white and beautiful hair. skirt.

Some held a fan to their mouths and gathered to chat with familiar friends.

Another part glanced at Elder vaguely, and couldn't help but reveal a smile that made Master Elder extremely angry.

Arthur also knew that he couldn't embarrass him at this time, otherwise this kid would probably never talk to him again in half a year.

He stepped forward and skillfully applied force on Elder's wrist, and the handcuffs returned to his hand.

Elder covered his red wrist and twisted it, then pointed at the display board beside him and cursed at Arthur with dissatisfaction.

"Arthur, look at what's written on it? You see clearly, today's speaker: Michael Faraday!"