Shadow of great britain

Today, the Breaux Detective Agency is much more noisy than usual. This newly established detective agency often receives only a few customers a day, but today it is packed with people.

The bank manager and the goldsmith shop owner on the first floor looked angrily at the crowds that filled the corridor and the carriages that blocked the door, and their faces became gloomy. They were planning to go upstairs to have a good argument with Victor. If this situation continues, Victor's detective agency will indeed have endless work, but their banking business and gold and silver jewelry business will definitely be affected.

The bank manager and the goldsmith squeezed out a gap in the crowded corridor, but just as they were about to enter the door and point at Victor's nose and curse, they suddenly found that the guests who visited the detective agency today seemed to have extraordinary identities.

Dark black uniforms with brass buttons, high riding boots up to the knees, flat-top Kepi military caps with brims, and eye-catching unique badges on the caps, plus handcuffs and whistles on the waist.

With this attire, a typical old Parisian would know what they do at a glance.

These guys are not easy to mess with!

As expected, before the bank manager and the goldsmith could speak, the police chief guarding the door glared at them fiercely: "What are you doing? You are so eager to rush in, are you royalists? Why don't you go to the police station with us to talk?"

The bank manager and the goldsmith were so scared that they were sweating all over. They took off their hats and smiled awkwardly: "It turned out to be a public case. We thought that some villains came to make trouble and surrounded Mr. Victor's office, so we planned to come up to help."

"Get out if you have nothing to do! We haven't slept well for several days in order to catch the assassin. If you stay here any longer, I will take you two back to report!"

The bank manager and the goldsmith heard this and immediately fled the scene as if they had been pardoned.

The police chief glanced at the direction they left, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and ordered his men: "Send two people to follow them, although such cowards should not dare to mix with the royalists. But it's better to be safe than sorry. If they are really here to gather intelligence for the royalists, we will be derelict in our duty."

"Understood, chief."

The young policeman received the order and hurriedly exchanged coats with his plainclothes companions beside him, and walked downstairs in small steps.

The police chief saw that the young policeman had walked away, and winked at the old friend leaning against the wall.

Seeing this, the old policeman exhaled with some dissatisfaction: "Are you still worried about this kid? Do you think he might be an undercover?"

"Who can tell about this kind of thing?" The police chief muttered: "We have been investigating for several days, but in fact, all we caught are a bunch of insignificant guys. The real assassin is still at large. If the royalists don't have an insider, I don't believe anything."

"Okay." The old policeman rubbed his face: "I pray to God that this kid is really an insider of the royalists. If there are no clues in this case, our Greater Paris Police Department will probably be turned upside down by Director Risoke."

"Rudy, stop talking nonsense, do you think I'm going to have a good time these days? It's me, not you, who is facing the pressure of Director Risoke. Go!"

The old policeman named Rudy was scolded by his boss, so he could only curl his lips slightly, and then walked downstairs without saying anything.

As soon as Rudy reached the first floor, he saw an English gentleman with a cane standing outside the door, looking at the armed carriage of the Greater Paris Police.

Arthur saw his uniform and couldn't help laughing and said, "The difference between the Paris police uniform and the London police uniform is quite large."

The depressed Rudy responded casually, "It's not just the uniforms that are different. I heard from colleagues who have been to London that the most common task performed by the London police is not to catch thieves or subdue robbers, but to show people the way. Their work is much easier than ours."

Arthur smiled and asked, "Excuse me, do you know how to get to the Breaux Detective Agency?"

Rudy snorted when he heard this, and he turned around and left: "The Paris police don't provide directions. Sir, if you want to go somewhere, I suggest you ask in London before coming to Paris."

Arthur looked at Rudy who was walking away, shrugged slightly and said, "Now I finally know why the Paris police have such a bad reputation."

Arthur walked upstairs and was stopped by the police at the stairs before he entered the door.

Before he could explain his purpose, the other party ordered him to leave.

"Sir, please go back. The firm doesn't have time to receive other clients today."

Arthur took off his hat and said, "I think you may have misunderstood. I'm not a client. I'm here to work."

"Oh?"

The police glanced at Arthur's dress: "You are dressed so conspicuously, and you walk like a peacock with its tail spread out. But you told me that you are not a butt seller, but a detective? Ha! Although Victor has left the security department for almost a year, I didn't expect that his recruitment standards are still as humorous as always."

Arthur was not annoyed when he heard this, but just smiled and replied: "Mr. Police, it seems that your observation is not careful. The guys who really make a living by selling their butts usually dress very decently. If they are seen through at a glance, the only thing waiting for them is the guillotine."

The police sneered: "Really? It seems that you know them well. What clothes do they usually wear when you go to patronize them?"

"They don't wear anything special." Arthur raised his eyebrows: "They usually wear something similar to what you wear."

The policeman was stunned at first, then grabbed Arthur by the collar, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Boy, do you think that no one can control you if you follow Victor? I tell you, let alone now, even if Victor is still in the security department, his subordinates dare not talk to me like this!"

Arthur curled his lips helplessly, and shook his head slightly: "Sir, you'd better take back your current face. When you talk like this, it always reminds me of my old boss."

"Your old boss?"

"Yes, I haven't seen him for a few years. Although I don't know where he went, I guess he is probably sinking to the bottom of the Thames now."

As soon as Arthur finished speaking, the policeman felt a sharp pain in his stomach.

Then there was a dizziness, and he flew backwards and hit the door of the office with a bang.

Arthur put his hat back on and smoothed his wrinkled collar: "You look about the same age as Willocks. Don't tell me that you also fought in the Battle of Waterloo. The Duke of Wellington and Napoleon were both great men of their time, but their subordinates were really talented."

The movement outside the office soon attracted attention. The door of the office was pushed open, and the face of Henri Rissocquet, the chief of the Paris Police, appeared behind the door.

He glanced at his subordinates who were lying on the ground, holding their stomachs and not saying a word, and asked with a frown: "What are you doing?"

Victor also came out soon after. He glanced at his old enemy lying on the ground, and then glanced at Arthur who was tidying up his clothes at the stairs. The detective immediately understood what had just happened.

He smiled and said: "It seems that Colebour just exchanged some fighting skills between the British and French police with Brother Arthur, but he didn't get any advantage."

Risoke understood the meaning behind Victor's words. He glanced at his unpromising subordinates, took off his hat and greeted Arthur: "Sir, you can come to Jerusalem when you have time, and tell us about the police fighting skills in London. I heard from Victor before that you are a Fiore-style swordsman, and you have defeated Mr. Bertrand?"

Arthur said modestly: "It was just luck. Mr. Bertrand valued our friendship too much, so he couldn't bear to kill me. But if If you don't mind, I would like to visit the office environment of the Greater Paris Police Headquarters. "

"Then it's settled."

Risoke said goodbye: "Sir, goodbye."

Arthur stood by the door and watched Risoke and his party go away until he could no longer see their shadows, then turned his head and asked: "Mr. Risoke has entrusted the royalist case to you? If he had known this, why did he force you to retire?"

Victor leaned against the door frame with his arms folded: "This is a different time, come in and talk."

At this time, in the office, there were not only the two young girls who were responsible for receiving customers, but also Dumas and Heine for some reason.

"What are you two doing here?"

Dumas was originally describing his new work ideas to Heine in a vivid way, his eyes flashing with excitement, and the cigar in his hand was flying up and down with his gestures, which made Arthur afraid that the falling ash would burn a big hole in the Turkish carpet that Victor bought.

Dumas saw Arthur and said excitedly: "Why am I here? Arthur, do you know? I am conceiving a new script about assassins and secret organizations. I came here to find ideas."

"Assassins and secret organizations?"

Arthur sat on the sofa and poured a cup of coffee: "The story of the Assassins and the Templars fighting for the Golden Apple? Starting from Florence, then to France, and then to Britain and America? Come on, don't you French guys have any new ideas? I'm tired of it."

"Golden Apple? Templars? From Florence to France?"

Dumas waved his hand and said: "Arthur, you are quite imaginative. But this is not what I want to write. I want to write a story that continues from the Great Revolution to the present. It involves Republicans, royalists and Bonapartists."

"That's great." Arthur leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed: "You chose to write this kind of thing when Louis Philippe was assassinated. I think your play is probably not going to be released."

"Not probably, It's 100%. "

Heine, who was writing something in a notebook, said without raising his head: "Hugo's new play was rejected just because it was suspected of involving Louis Philippe. Alexander has no chance of passing the review. If he insists on going on stage, it can only be in London, and Paris is absolutely impossible. "

Arthur stared at Heine's quill pen and asked: "What are you writing? Are you going to follow Alexander's footsteps and not be a poet, but transform into a playwright?"

"No."

Heine put the quill pen back into his pocket: "Alexander just told me about Liszt's performance when he attended the dinner at the Kedous Mansion that night. I'll write it down first, and then process it in depth, and write another special topic for Liszt in the Constitutional Newspaper. "

"Do you have to make things difficult for him?"

"It's not that I'm making things difficult for him, but that he's making things difficult for me."

Heine emphasized: "Arthur, don't forget that the rogue has no intention of paying me back until now."

"Okay."

Arthur also knew that there would be no results in talking nonsense with this great poet. If he pissed him off, he might write a long series about Arthur in two days.

However, the existence of Heine fully illustrates one thing - talented people can make a living no matter what age they are.

Even if poetry loses popularity in a few hundred years, Heine will still be able to dominate the entertainment news sector simply by relying on his ability to deeply process black material.

Vidocq took out a plate of snacks from the closet and put it on the coffee table: "Let's not talk about the new play and Liszt. Just now Zhisoke came to see me about the assassination issue. The assassin we caught that day, although The Paris Police Department announced that it was the murderer behind the scenes, but after two days of investigation, they found that he was just an ordinary street gangster, not a royalist at all.

Although the possibility that he collected money to do things for the Royalists cannot be ruled out for the time being, we can now confirm that he had only a single line of contact with the Royalists at most, and he did not know who planned the murder. Risuoke searched for several days but still had no clue. The Minister of Police was very angry about this. He couldn't stand the pressure so he found me. "

Arthur held the coffee cup and asked: "So you are planning to settle the differences with him and take this order?"

Vidocq shook his head and said: "Brother, you don't understand. Paris is different from London. In London, you may still be able to live your life behind closed doors if you offend Scotland Yard, but in Paris, you can't even think about offending the Paris Police Department." Ansheng. Especially since I am still in the detective business. If they didn't help me, many of the methods I used could be classified as criminal acts. If Risokai asked me, I would have to help him solve it."

Arthur did not reply immediately after hearing this, but paused for a moment.

He understood what Vidocq meant.

Normally, Vidocq would not talk about this kind of work casually, but since he said it, he must want to get Arthur to join the team.

On the one hand, it's because of Arthur's record at Scotland Yard.

On the other hand, it was because Arthur was the last guy to pick up the Royalist assassin that night.

If Vidocq is not capable of conducting a large-scale investigation, then he can only start with Arthur. It can even be said that whether the information provided by Arthur is accurate or not will largely determine whether the case can be solved.

But the problem is that Arthur doesn't really want to surrender the royalist assassin. He still has a good impression of the peasants from Little Britain. At least, he has a better impression of them than the Paris policemen who call him a 'butt seller'.

But Arthur did not reject Vidocq immediately because he had no apparent reason to reject Vidocq.

Even if he refuses now, the Paris police department will definitely summon him for questioning later. Therefore, instead of making an extra trip, it would be better to give Vidocq some performance.