Shadow of great britain

Night has fallen in Greenwich.

On Tuesday night, the sky was filled with stars.

On the roof of the small building under the starry sky, Arthur was holding a nautical monocular and looking towards a house across the street.

This is the rental house of Clayton Jones, the new police chief of the Greenwich Police District.

Observing through the lenses, Arthur's red eyes saw the dark shadow behind the curtains of the house.

Sergeant Jones appeared to be organizing his equipment, a police officer's knife and a department-issued flintlock pistol.

In addition, Arthur also saw the shadow of several necklaces and rings.

The perspective of the telescope turned, and in the alley next to Jones's rental house, there was Tom dozing against the wall.

On the second floor of the hotel next door, there was Tony who gave Arthur a thumbs up, indicating that everything was okay.

On the street, there was Officer Dennis Lloyd, who was wearing a police uniform and performing his normal night duties.

Arthur put away the telescope and couldn't help but admired: "This thing I borrowed from Elder really works. The Royal Navy really hides a lot of good things that I don't know about."

Agares, who was standing next to him, was also observing the whole street with a telescope with great interest.

The red devil chuckled. He waved to Arthur while watching: "Come on, Arthur, let me show you something good. Greenwich at night always makes me discover something different."

Arthur took the telescope from the Red Devil's hand. He only glanced at it and couldn't help but frown.

"Three men and one woman? They're having fun, but it's best not to kill me. If a case is made because of this, I don't know how to present the case to Scotland Yard!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Midnight has arrived, and the church bells are ringing not far away.

Arthur lowered his head and glanced at his watch. The hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock, and the hunting season had begun.

The curtains in Jones' house were slightly opened, revealing a pair of eyes. He scanned the situation on the street and watched Officer Dennis go away.

Jones let out a breath, and the promise Clemens made to him that day rang in his ears.

—When the Whigs come to power, you will take over the Greenwich Precinct, succeeding Arthur Hastings.

Jones clenched his fists and murmured: "Life, death, wealth, all depends on this."

His wife sat beside the bed and looked at him with some worry: "Clayden, are you...are you okay?"

Jones turned around, glanced at the three children who were already asleep on the bed, then smiled and sat next to his wife and touched her face.

"Don't worry, I'm going out and I'll be back soon."

The wife asked: "But...it's so late now, what are you doing out there? Clayden, didn't you say that the bureau has granted you leave? You were so seriously injured, you should take a good rest." "

When Jones heard this, he was also a little moved. He pursed his lips and smiled: "Injury is a small thing, making money is a big thing. I will buy you nice new clothes so that you can live like a real lady. Children School is about to start, and I have to save some tuition for them, I..."

When Mrs. Jones heard this, she couldn't help raising her hand to cover his mouth: "Clayden, stop talking, I beg you, please stop talking."

She cried and begged: "You have been taking money from home for more than half a year. I asked the wives of other police officers and they told me that their husbands did not take as much as you. Clayden, tell me Me, you...tell me the truth, what have you been doing these past six months?"

Officer Jones also fell silent when he heard this. He looked at his tearful wife and held her in his arms.

"Dear, I can't help it. I think we can all live a good life, but the price of living a good life is that I need to do some things that others dare not do. This is the world. If you don't eat people, others will eat you."

Mrs. Jones shook her head. She lifted her tear-stained face to her husband's.

She always felt that this face was so familiar yet so strange.

"Clayden, you have a beard. You were never like this before. I still remember that when we lived in the country, you were still a healthy and sunny young man.

Although our lives were tight and we worried about tomorrow's meals every day, at that time, we lived a very practical life, unlike now, where we are worried every day. "

Having said this, Mrs. Jones tremblingly took out a small mahogany box from under the bed, which was a token of love made by Jones himself.

When Jones saw the box, he couldn't help laughing and said, "You still have it?"

Mrs. Jones didn't speak. She just pulled out the lid of the box little by little, and there were seventy-five pounds neatly placed inside.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and said to Jones with a smile: "Give these back to them, I didn't spend a penny. Although your salary is not much, it is much better than what we had before. . Let’s start over and there will always be a good future.

Clayden, please don’t go tonight. I don’t know why, but I always feel flustered. Just don't go there tonight, okay? Stay with me and the children. Since arriving in London, they had rarely seen you awake. "

When Jones saw the money, he looked at his wife's face again. He was obviously smiling, but he always felt that there was an indescribable pain in the smile.

"It's too late... It's too late... Even if I want to get away, they won't let me go.

But don't worry, I'll be fine. There are many big people behind me, and there are big people on top of big people.

Everyone is just trying to make ends meet on this boat. They can't just watch the boat leak, right? "

He stood up and planned to open the door and go out.

But before he could go out, Mrs. Jones rushed to him and grabbed his hand tightly: "You can't go anywhere today!"

Jones looked at his wife and just smiled and shook his head. He raised his hand and opened his wife's fists one by one.

He whispered in his wife's ear: "I'm sorry, honey, I have gone too far, so far that I can't turn back."

…

Arthur stood on the roof and witnessed all this happening. For some reason, the Red Devil actually presented all the dialogue in front of his eyes.

Arthur held his pipe in his mouth and smoked slowly. He asked: "Agares, what are you doing?"

The red devil looked at the bright white crescent moon, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face bathed in the moonlight.

"Arthur, isn't this what you said? You want to know everything. Since you want to know everything, then I will fulfill your wish. This time is a special service. There is no fee or any commitment from you. .”

Arthur drained the last bit of tobacco from his pipe, then buckled the ashes on the railing.

"The devil's free business? Am I the first to enjoy this kind of treatment?"

Agares just smiled: "That's not true, it's just that no one has received this service for a long time."

Arthur glanced at him, said nothing, and just walked down the stairs step by step.

The red devil asked: "Where are you going?"

Arthur's voice came slowly: "Fred's Detective Agency, since Jones has decided to leave, I'll stop him there in advance, so as not to run around."

Agares looked at his retreating back and raised his palm, with flames dancing on his fingertips.

He looked up at the stars in the sky and murmured some words that only the devil could understand. He seemed to be asking questions and also seemed to be answering them.

Memories that traveled through thousands of years came to his mind again, and he seemed to have some questions and confusion.

"O bright star, son of the morning! Why did you fall from heaven? Why were you cut down to the ground, you who defeated the nations?

You have said in your heart: I will ascend into the heavens; I will exalt my throne above the stars of the gods; I will sit on the mountain of assembly, in the uttermost part of the north; I will ascend above the high clouds; I will be with you. The supreme being is equal.

However, you will fall into Hades and into the depths of the pit. Everyone who sees you must look at you and pay attention to you, saying: Is this the man who makes the earth tremble, who shakes the nations, who makes the world a wilderness, who overthrows the cities, and does not release the captives to their homes?

The kings of the nations sleep in the glory of their own graves.

But you are forsaken, and are not allowed into your grave, like an abominable branch, clothed with the slain, who were pierced with the sword and fell down to the stones of the pit.

You are like a trampled corpse; you shall not be buried with kings, for you have destroyed your kingdom and slain your people, and the name of the descendants of the wicked will never be mentioned. "

Agares opened the parchment tucked under his arm again, pushed up his monocle, and muttered to himself.

"Come on, Arthur, let me see what you will choose."

Counting the 5 chapters I owe today, I have been in a bad state these past two days and have been stuck. I also apologize to my book friends. Starting tomorrow, I will pay back 1 chapter a day, 3-4 chapters a day, and try to finish it within a week.