Shadow of great britain

Greenwich Police Station, in Arthur's office.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Sheriff Jones opened the door, and the first thing that caught his eye was his messy hair, torn, bloody shirt collar, and bruised and swollen eyes.

Arthur, who was working at his desk, looked up and saw his miserable look. He couldn't help but open his mouth slightly in surprise.

He asked: "Clayden, what's wrong with you?"

Jones held his sore shoulder and smiled reluctantly: "It's nothing, sir. You know, in our industry, this is what happens when you are unlucky. It's just that some lawless bastards blocked me in an alley. It was just a beating."

When Arthur heard this, he slammed the table. He turned around, picked up the police officer's knife hanging on the wall, and cursed: "Assaults on police officers happen frequently. It's simply lawless! Wherever that gang is, I will take them there myself. Catch them and bring them to justice!”

When Jones heard this, he shook his head and said: "Those people came well prepared. They all wore hoods. I guess it was because I caught too many body snatchers, so they found someone to take revenge on me." .If you go there now, they will have disappeared long ago.

Forget it, basically every police officer in our police district has encountered this kind of thing, but this time it was my turn. It's just a skin injury, it'll be fine after just two days of treatment, don't worry about it. "

When Arthur heard this, he still seemed a little unhappy. He read: "Although everyone has encountered it, a case must be filed. Such violent attacks on police must be dealt with severely. Jones, you have to do this in the past few days." Forget about police work for now, and don’t go guarding the opening of the Liverpool-Manchester railway next Wednesday. Just recuperate at home.

Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation for this attack on the police. You have made contributions in the murder and body robbery case, and now you have shed blood for Scotland Yard. No matter what, I cannot let you feel cold! "

When Jones heard this, he quickly stood up and saluted: "Sir, I'm fine. A small injury will not affect my work."

Hearing this, Arthur frowned and walked forward and patted his shoulder.

"Jones, I know you are very concerned about police work, and I have seen the results of your work in the patrol area. For more than four months since you took office, you have personally participated in patrols almost every day, solving theft and other criminal cases. The efficiency is also very high.

Usually if the owner loses something in the morning, you can arrest the perpetrator within a few days. This speed of solving crimes is beyond the reach of even the Metropolitan Police headquarters.

Excellent young police officers like you are exactly who we should protect. Don't worry, you can go back to recuperate. I will submit a report to the headquarters to clarify your injury and the reason for your absence.

In addition, don’t be reluctant to go to the doctor. The bureau will bear your medical expenses for you, so you can rest assured. Now, obey the orders! "

When Jones heard this, his hanging heart finally relaxed, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

He thought he was hiding it well, but he didn't expect that all of this would be seen by Arthur, whose eyes were glowing red.

Jones saluted: "Yes, sir! It is my honor to serve you!"

He turned around and walked out of the door, closing the office door gently.

There was only a click, the door closed, and a shadow fell on Jones' face.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he murmured to himself: "The strongest voice of Scotland Yard? He is just a brainless idiot. I don't blame you for being naive, I just blame the ruthlessness of the world. Scotland Yard's police inspector, his tenure is not good." It’s only until next month.”

He smoothed his wrinkled collar, twisted his head to both sides, and walked toward the outside of the police station while humming a relaxing song.

In the office separated by a wall, Arthur's fingertips were also beating on the tabletop of his desk. It was the same cheerful rhythm that Jones was humming, and it was also the "Grenadier March" that was played on the battlefield of Waterloo. .

What was pressed under Arthur's rhythmic fingertips was a reply letter from Sir Peel. The content of the letter was very simple and the concept expressed was extremely clear.

- The change of head of railway ceremony security will be announced directly by me to Scotland Yard on Tuesday evening next week. The focus of the Greenwich Police District has temporarily shifted. Your police district's recent work goal has been changed to resolve this diplomatic crisis with France that may cause an uproar in domestic public opinion at all costs.

In the office, Arthur's tapping on the table suddenly stopped.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and only the sound of running water could be heard. It started to rain again in London.

In the dim office, Arthur's face could not be seen clearly, and he could only see a pair of light red eyes that were deep in thought.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was another knock on the door.

"Please come in."

It was a gentle yet deadly voice.

The door was gently pushed open, and Dennis, who had changed his appearance, and Arthur's right-hand men, Tom and Tony, entered.

They walked to the desk together, and the dim environment made it difficult for them to see anything clearly.

Under this lighting condition, all they could see was a pair of eyes that shone like scarlet rubies.

The three police officers didn't even dare to breathe loudly. The faint pressure in the air made them feel the fear that seemed to come from the depths of their souls.

It was the breath of danger, the calm before the storm.

"Dennis." The voice was not loud, but it had enough intimidation.

"Yes, sir!" Officer Dennis stood up straight, as if a little neglect could cost him his life.

"Can I trust you again?" the voice sounded again.

This sentence sounded ordinary, but it opened the knot in Dennis's heart that he had been waiting for for four months. He shook his body and gave the most standard salute in his life in the direction of red eyes.

"Your will is my mission!"

A thunderbolt flashed outside the window, and the scene in the room suddenly became clear.

The light of lightning illuminated the bright Bath star, lit up the red eyes, and printed out Arthur who was looking at Dennis with one hand on the back of the chair and the books in front of him.

It was an old book bought from a second-hand bookstore, and its yellowed pages already told the story of its past experiences.

Perhaps not every British person has read this book, but whenever its name is mentioned, it always reminds people of some dusty ancient memories.

——Never be unreasonable, never kill innocent people indiscriminately, and never betray your trust. Forgive the enemy who asks for mercy, and help the woman who asks for help. Uphold fair laws and never fight for money. Violators will be punished with death.

Agares stood aside, the red devil pushed the single gold mirror he had just changed, and pressed his slender and withered fingers on the top of the page, where the name of the book was written - "Le Morte d'Arthur" .