Shadow of great britain

In the office of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Arthur sat on a chair, his police uniform was covered with rainwater, and the water droplets on his hair were dripping down.

His lips looked a little blue, and his hands clenched into fists on his knees were trembling slightly.

From Arthur's solemn expression, Sir Peel could already tell that something was wrong.

Sir Peel made eye contact with the Duke of Wellington, who was leaning on the sofa and sipping sherry, and then asked with a gentle smile: "Officer Arthur, what's wrong with you?"

Arthur took a deep breath and said bluntly: "I hope you can authorize me and the Greenwich Police District under me to fully investigate the disappearances in St. Giles Parish."

"The disappearance in St. Giles Parish?"

Sir Peel thought about it for a while, and it took him a long time to remember that Scotland Yard seemed to have reported such a thing to him.

Although he, the Home Secretary, is in charge of Scotland Yard, he was very busy with the struggle between the two parties during this period, so he never paid attention to it.

Now that he remembered it, he hurriedly rummaged through the thick file boxes on the table.

He searched for about two or three minutes before pulling out a page of report from a thick pile of information.

Sir Peel glanced through it quickly and immediately placed the page of report in front of Arthur.

"Is this what you are talking about? There was a report two months ago that several prostitutes and beggars were lost in St. Giles Parish."

Arthur lowered his head and glanced at the report. His mind, which had only calmed down after being soaked in the rain for a long time, suddenly started to heat up again.

He seemed to be slowly beginning to understand why Agares had not allowed him to pursue this case before.

The red devil's words echoed in his ears.

——Arthur, why do you think Scotland Yard didn't investigate this case?

——Listen to me, don’t touch it randomly, otherwise you may fall to pieces if you are not careful!

——Some things are better not to be known than to be known!

——You don’t have the ability to know.

These bastards!

Arthur took a deep breath. His current mood was like an ancient well without waves. Apart from drowning a few people, nothing could make waves in his heart.

"Sir, I have to inform you here that the disappearance in St. Giles Parish is not just a matter of a few prostitutes and beggars, it involves at least forty-five people.

The scope of its involvement is not limited to the West End of London. A murder related to the disappearance case also occurred in my jurisdiction the day before yesterday.

According to the confession of an accomplice, these missing persons are all related to "murder and selling corpses", and their modus operandi is highly similar to the "Burke Gang" in Edinburgh that shocked the whole of Great Britain two years ago.

Now Londoners are still under death threats as the body of a new victim was discovered this morning at St Thomas' Hospital in King's College.

If we cannot bring this group of villains to justice as soon as possible, I am worried that the number of missing people will increase and relevant information will soon be exposed by the media, and the subsequent negative impact will be immeasurable. "

Sir Pierre couldn't help but frown when he heard this. He looked at the report in his hand, then looked at Arthur, and asked.

"Are you sure everything is true?"

Arthur took off his hat, touched the Scotland Yard police badge and swore: "I swear on my honor and conscience that all my words are true."

When Sir Peel heard this, he slammed the report in his hand on the desk and yelled at the door.

"Send someone to No. 4 Whitehall Street immediately and tell those police inspectors from Scotland Yard who are lazier than Belphegor to come see me immediately!

I want to ask them carefully, after such a big case, why do I still have a report from two months ago on my desk! "

Just as Sir Peel was getting angry, the Duke of Wellington suddenly stood up. He took out the bottle of sherry from Andalucia from the cupboard, added a little for himself, and poured another glass. In front of Arthur.

Arthur was startled by the goblet that suddenly appeared in front of him. He turned to look at the unfamiliar brown-haired old gentleman and asked, "What are you doing?"

The Duke of Wellington pointed to the goblet at him: "Come on, young man. You look like you just came off the battlefield."

When Arthur heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled reluctantly.

"It does seem like I just came off the battlefield. Maybe only on the battlefield can you see such a tragic scene."

When the Duke of Wellington heard this, he couldn't help asking: "What did you see?"

"I……"

Arthur was silent for a moment: "I saw a very good friend die next to me, but I was powerless to do anything about her death. I could only stand there quietly and watch, but I couldn't do anything.

I am a policeman, and I thought the police existed to prevent these things from happening, but it still happened one after another. This is my dereliction of duty, I feel very ashamed, and...also very sorry..."

When Sir Peel heard this, he suddenly thought of what Arthur said before.

"You just said that a victim was found at St. Thomas Hospital this morning... Could it be that..."

When Duke Wellington heard this, he suddenly asked.

“Young man, as a police officer, you should be ashamed if you cannot stop crime.

And you just said that you want to be responsible for the entire investigation of this case.

But I remember that St. Giles Parish belongs to the West End of London, so it shouldn't be under your jurisdiction, right?

If you were placed in the army for overstepping your rank like this, it would be regarded as disobeying orders. "

When Sir Peel heard this, his open mouth slowly closed. He just smiled and looked at everything in front of him.

Arthur took a deep breath and stood up, knowing that the final test was coming.

"I don't think that counts as disobedience."

The Duke of Wellington swung his glass: "Give me a reason."

Arthur said: "Mr. Duke, because time is tight, I don't want to lose half of the war before it starts!"

Wellington was shocked when he heard this, because what Arthur just said was exactly the famous saying he left behind when he disobeyed the orders of the War Department during the Peninsular War.

He was surprised: "How do you know who I am?"

Arthur said calmly: "Being able to sit in Sir Pierre's office shows that your status is not low.

Being able to freely pick up drinks here shows that you have a strong relationship with him.

You mentioned the military, indicating that you have been a soldier.

Depending on your age, this wavy hair and blue eyes, coupled with your tailored casual clothes.

I can only guess that you are Arthur Wellesley, Duke of Wellington, who was nicknamed 'The Playboy' in his youth and won the Battle of Waterloo. "

When Sir Peel heard this, he couldn't help but applaud Arthur: "Officer Arthur, what a beautiful reasoning."

The Duke of Wellington also nodded rarely. He raised his wine glass and clinked it with Arthur's wine glass: "Young man, it seems that entrusting you to investigate cannot be regarded as violating the order. You just have this ability."

"In that case..." Sir Peel smiled and glanced at the Duke of Wellington: "Mr. Duke?"

The Duke of Wellington nodded and said: "Mr. Hastings, you have won this opportunity, and we have specially authorized it to you."

Arthur asked: "Is this a special authorization from the Ministry of the Interior?"

"No no no."

The Duke of Wellington took out a pen from his coat pocket and a piece of paper from Sir Peel's desk. He wrote a few words on it, then folded the paper in half and stuffed it into Arthur's breast pocket.

"Go to Scotland Yard and tell them that the special authorization comes from Arthur Wellesley, former Commander-in-Chief of the British Army and now Prime Minister and First Chancellor of the Exchequer of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland."

The Duke of Wellington watched Arthur exit the office, but couldn't help but relish Arthur's reasoning just now.

"Robert, don't tell me. This young man named Arthur seems to be really capable. He guessed my identity in a few seconds. It seems that there will be no problems if this case is handed over to him."

Sir Peel couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and he said: "I have always trusted Officer Arthur's ability, but it is not because of his reasoning, but because of his speech level that can turn corruption into magic."

Duke Wellington asked in confusion: "Speech level?"

Sir Pierre nodded, then pointed to his chest and said: "Mr. Duke, if you want to ask someone about his identity next time, you should first put the pocket watch with the name engraved on your chest into your pocket. "