Shadow of great britain

The stagecoach lurched through the streets of London.

In the carriage, Arthur was reading a brand-new newspaper, and there was a stack of old ones beside him.

For more than a month, he focused almost all his energy on learning chemistry knowledge, improving his investigative skills, and searching for traces of 'General Thief' Fred.

After just having some free time, he received another commission from the Duke of Sussex to investigate the disappearance of St. Giles.

Yesterday, I just learned about the dark business of 'body buying and selling' from the hotel owner Wells, so I mobilized some smart and capable police officers from the Greenwich Police District overnight to hunt down the 'body snatchers' hidden behind the murders. gang.

Everyone worked all night, and finally based on Wells's confession, they secretly arrested two suspects involved in "murder and selling corpses" in several private houses in Greenwich District.

In fact, Wells knows far more than two such murderers, but there was such a big commotion at the Wells Hotel yesterday that some highly alert murderers had already left London in advance.

Regarding the relevant situation of the 'Murder and Selling Corpse Case', Arthur had already sent someone to report to Scotland Yard early this morning.

Scotland Yard also responded very quickly. Almost at the same time they learned the news, they immediately sent couriers to the headquarters of the England and Wales Garrison District, the Scottish Garrison District and the Irish Garrison District to report the case.

Of course, in order to prevent alerting those who were still unaware of the corpse sellers, and to avoid causing unnecessary panic among London citizens, Scotland Yard also asked Arthur and relevant police officers with knowledge to remain silent until the truth came out.

Arthur did not object to this, because he originally planned to do this.

Such a large-scale case cannot be thoroughly investigated by the Greenwich Police District alone.

For Arthur, it was satisfying enough that he could get off to a good start and bring the case to the attention of the Metropolitan Police.

Anyway, no matter how this case is investigated, the investigation report will not be able to get around him in the end.

And according to the rules, such big cases are not the responsibility of subordinate branches like them. The Metropolitan Police Department has a dedicated Criminal and Operations Department. The person in charge of this department is an Assistant Superintendent of Scotland Yard, Inspector Arthur. I don't want to fight with him if I have nothing to do.

After all, this world is still a stinking world. Although Arthur is the person behind the Rocket Promotion, who knows who is behind the assistant superintendent?

Elder, the little draftsman of the Beagle, has an uncle who is a rear admiral in the Royal Navy. It seems not too much for an assistant superintendent of Scotland Yard to have a father who was a lieutenant general in the army.

The most important thing is that Arthur also knows in his heart that Sir Peel's support for him is quite limited.

He knew very well his position in Sir Peel's heart, that is, he would just come out and take a few shots for him when something happened.

With his current small physique, it is better not to get involved in any upper-level power struggles for the time being.

If Scotland Yard is willing to let him lead this investigation, Arthur can certainly read two lines of Shakespeare's poems, then perform a three-way concession, and finally accept it with fear.

And if Scotland Yard wasn't willing, Arthur had no interest in doing the hard work.

Anyway, he has found out the clues about the big case requested by Sir Peel. Regarding the salary increase for Scotland Yard's frontline patrol officers, he, the dignified Home Secretary, can't go back on his words, right?

If he really goes back on his word, even if Arthur can swallow it, others will definitely not be able to.

If someone loose-mouthed and accidentally leaked the news to journalist Charles Dickens, who was investigating Tory dirt for the Whigs, wouldn't everyone look bad?

After transferring the main investigation power of the case to the headquarters, Arthur suddenly felt that his burden was much lighter, and he could concentrate on how to treat the little girl named Robin.

Even the simple newspaper in his hand gave him a taste of reading.

He read the headlines of the past month at a glance, and felt that the Tory cabinet headed by the Duke of Wellington and Sir Peel must not be having a good time.

It can be seen from the news headlines that the Whig and Tory extremes are firing on all cylinders.

"The Catholic Emancipation Act was only able to pass the vote due to political corruption"

"The liar Peele faced repeated questioning from Oxford University, and it is rumored that they are considering removing Peele from the alumni list"

"Both Wellington and Peel had long tenures in Ireland"

"Informed sources say the Prime Minister and Home Secretary have long accepted political donations from Irish Catholics"

"The rotten electoral system, the Tories' large-scale vote bribery and manipulation of the country's operations"

"You can buy a seat in the House of Commons for 3,000 pounds. What's sitting in the Houses of Parliament is not the ruling party but a bunch of rice bugs"

Among the newspapers and magazines, the "Poor People's Political Monthly" founded by the famous radical Mr. William Corbett was the one that caught Arthur's attention the most.

Agares, who had nothing to do at first, just came over to take a look, and was instantly amused by the content inside. The red devil laughed so hard that sparks spewed from his mouth.

Parliamentary reform cannot be delayed any longer. Only less than 2% of the country’s population has the right to vote!

Among the 202 electorates we established in the 13th century under Edward I, the population of 88 towns has now dropped below 200 people, and the electoral districts must be redrawn.

Birmingham and Manchester have a population of more than 300,000, but only have two parliamentary seats, while Gatton Town has only five residents, and they actually elected two!

Debunking rumors! Since the cabinet requested this magazine to verify the authenticity of the relevant reports, this newspaper, after careful investigation, has determined that the above content is indeed false information spread by the Whig Party.

This newspaper hereby clarifies on behalf of the Tory Party: There are indeed five residents in Gatton Town, but only three are eligible to vote, so in fact it is three people who elect two, not five people who elect two!

Rumors refuted again! The situation in Gatton Town is an exception. After detailed investigation, this newspaper found that the electoral situation in most so-called declining constituencies was far better than that in Gatton Town.

There are 55 residents in Xilu Town, and 12 people are eligible to vote. The voting ratio is one in six.

There is now only a piece of farmland left in the Old Salem constituency. There are no residents there, but seven people have the right to vote.

Therefore, this newspaper reasonably suspects that the appearance of these people should be due to God’s appearance. The local electorate has been resurrected by God’s magic since the Middle Ages.

Shocking! During every election period, the Royal Navy conducts a massive military parade at sea!

Debunking rumors! This magazine has found out that the ships seen during the election were not Royal Navy training. Rather, voters whose precincts were submerged by the ocean were conducting routine voting.

According to sources, insisting on not reforming these flooded constituencies may provide the Royal Navy with a large number of skilled sailors.

Want to fight a naval battle with Great Britain? Do you know where you lost? We beat you too much, Napoleon! France!

Arthur lightly flipped through the Poor People's Political Monthly and secretly stuffed it into his arms.

Seeing his action, Agares asked with a playful smile: "Arthur, what are you doing? Are you afraid that others will see you, a Scotland Yard police inspector, reading bad publications?"

When Arthur heard this, he shook his head and lowered his voice and said: "You don't understand, Agares. I have to keep this issue well. If I put it back in a used bookstore, it will definitely increase in value."

The red devil grinned and said, "It seems that the cabinet is not having a good time. The Whig party is united for parliamentary reform, and the extreme faction in the Tory party also turned against them because of the Catholic Emancipation Act.

If you can give Robert Peel a hand at this time, he will definitely be grateful to you. "

Arthur stared at the red devil for a while, then narrowed his eyes and said: "The matter of parliamentary reform cannot be suppressed by handling a few cases. Agares, you are planning to push me into a pit of fire."

"No, no, no, maybe it can be suppressed, but not now."

Agares pouted, as if he was pondering the taste of his soul: "It's not yet time, your old king is about to die, and his death can alleviate some of the tension.

And after he dies, Arthur, your opportunity will present itself. Trust me, that's a great opportunity. But until then, you have to be patient. Remember, no matter what happens, you must be patient. "

When Arthur heard this, his brows slowly wrinkled: "Agares, you always say such things that people can't understand."

"Really?" The Red Devil rubbed his hands, and he chuckled twice: "Arthur, you are still too young, and your will is not as strong as King Solomon's back then. There are some things I won't tell you. , because you shouldn’t know. All this is for your own good.”

Arthur curled his lips: "If you don't tell me, how do I know whether I should know? Agares, it's okay for you to fool others with these words about the wheel, but don't use it against me."

As soon as Arthur finished speaking, the carriage slowly stopped.

The coachman opened the window, turned around and said to Arthur: "Mr. Police Officer, Gresham College has arrived. I can only take you here. You are not allowed inside the Royal Society."