Shadow of great britain

The public carriage swayed, Arthur sat on the carriage and looked out the window, while the little policeman Field sat awkwardly on one side.

Although there is not much age difference between the two, Field is even a little older.

However, I don't know why, maybe it's a matter of personal aura, maybe it's because of Arthur's unchanging expression, but Field always feels an invisible pressure.

He was silent for a long time, and then he finally couldn't help but ask: "Sir, how did you find out those cases? You may not know, there are crazy rumors in our place these days, and you can see through that hotel in just a few words. The truth behind the murder, it’s just amazing.”

"Is it magical?"

Arthur leaned against the window: "If you work hard, you can do it in the future.

As long as it is a murder case, it is nothing more than those few rules, either because of feelings or because of interests.

Although there are indeed unscrupulous and inhumane guys in the world, they are still a very small minority. You may not encounter such a person in ten years of working on a case, and it is difficult to find out the pattern of killing by those people. It is very likely that Just a last minute idea.

To deal with those people, in most cases we can only rely on technical means to track and pursue them.

However, a minority is still a minority. For most cases, you just need to reason logically.

Generally speaking, it is because as long as a person lives in this society, he will always have some social characteristics in him.

Of course, society is changing, so people's social nature is also changing, which is indeed worth noting. "

Field asked curiously: "Is there any difference between today's society and the society in the past?"

Arthur pursed his lips and said, "Haven't you ever heard the priests' announcements on the street?

They say that since the 19th century, everyone has been looking at money, and that ancient and beautiful England has gone forever.

Therefore, there are fewer people who kill for love, and there are no more people who kill for honor. The rest are for money and gain.

Although they did not say this out of complete justice, after all, it was well known that the clergy hated the factory owners.

But sometimes I look back and realize that what the priests said was not wrong.

Because if you don't have a clue about a case, try to start with the suspect's financial statements first, and you will often find unexpected discoveries.

And there are robbers, pickpockets and thieves on the streets of London.

From day to night, you can see prostitutes singing and soliciting customers everywhere.

These hardships, those lawmakers say, sharpen their spirits and make them better people.

But they just don't mention that misery has brought a juvenile crime rate of up to 30% to the East End of London.

They also said poverty was due to laziness, but they also did not mention that the average worker in a London factory worked more than fifteen hours.

What you may not know is that I majored in history in college.

Therefore, I know that even in the Middle Ages, which the world said was dark and lightless, poor people would not live like this.

At that time, they could still have a small stone house in the countryside and collect firewood in the fields to burn.

But what now?

If you collect firewood in a rural field, you will probably break the law, because it is not your land, and the farmers have lost their land.

Not to mention the workers. I know that in Whitepool, there are two to three thousand families with more than ten thousand people crowded into 1,400 small and dilapidated houses.

And this is not just an exception, because in places like Beitner Green or St. Giles, the situation is even worse.

Many London workers start working in factories at the age of six, and if they are unlucky, they will fall ill in their teens.

Then there will be no place for them.

They can only live on the streets, men selling their violence and women selling their bodies.

And we, the police, have to put them in jail and fine them.

They may also get some sympathy when they first go to jail.

Maybe you can get some understanding when you go to jail for the second time.

But what about the third or fourth time?

That's when juries and magistrates won't show mercy.

Therefore, in fact, as long as a poor person commits the first crime, his fate is already determined.

Either on the gallows or in exile in Australia, without exception.

They have lived like this, but after death, someone will steal their bodies and take them..."

When Arthur said this, he suddenly felt out of breath in his chest, and he remembered what he saw at St. Thomas Hospital that day.

He took out his pipe and was about to light it, then hesitated and put it back in his pocket.

Seeing this, Field quickly waved his hand and said: "You slap yours, I don't care about it."

Arthur smiled and shook his head: "But I care."

Field looked at Arthur and asked strangely: "So, why do you want to hang those group of corpse thieves, murderers and sellers, and those doctors together?"

Arthur did not shy away from it: "From a moral point of view, yes. But legally, a corpse is a corpse. We can only hang those who actually kill people, but we cannot hang those who pay them to kill people." of."

Field thought for a moment and asked, "Is that the right thing to do?"

Arthur looked out the window, the rain was still falling: "I don't know if it's right or not. I'm just a policeman. I was told to protect justice and justice, but I don't know what justice and justice are. At least. The laws we have on the books right now don't qualify because I know a lot of people are not convinced by it."

The figure of the red devil flashed behind him. After disappearing for a night, Agares was dressed differently today than before.

Not only did he throw away the pitchfork he carried with him, he also put on a black robe and even a pair of glasses.

On his shoulder stood a black raven with blood-red eyes that had been summoned from nowhere, and in his hand was a parchment with incomprehensible words written on it.

Agares chuckled, rubbed his palms and said, "Arthur, why do you think so much? Your justice is justice, and your justice is justice.

As long as you make up your mind, I can provide you with the location of the murderer now. The price is very fair and very cheap.

Let's end this case quickly, and then we can move on to a greater future. "

Arthur ignored him, but looked out the window. The road ahead seemed to be crowded with many people, and even the carriage slowed down.

Arthur opened the window and looked out. The streets here looked very familiar to him.

This is Gower Street in Bloomsbury, London, where he spent four years.

As soon as his head stuck out of the window, he felt a firm slap on the back of his head.

Arthur turned his head to look, and met Elder's flat smiling face.

"Arthur! My good brother! I knew you would definitely come today. After all, the person who is visiting the school to give a speech today is Jeremy Bentham, the spiritual mentor of us University of London students!"

"Jeremy Bentham?" Arthur was silent for a moment, and he seemed to think of something: "Utilitarianism?"