The days of eating soft rice in London

Before he could figure out what was going on, Oscar suddenly saw the male servant standing upright beside him pointing his finger at him.The male servant took a step forward and said to Mrs. Morris with a firm tone, "Mr. Adrian took it, madam."

Oscar stayed on the sofa as if struck by lightning, hell!

What kind of drama is this?He obviously has been sitting here, recalling some past events with Miss Camille.

Mrs. Morris' face covered with fine lines seemed to be covered with a thick layer of haze at this moment.She was looking at Oscar with undisguised disdain.

"I can't believe it, Mr. Adrian. You can do such a low-quality thing. Thanks to you, you once painted a portrait of my Camille. I would be ashamed and thrown to the Duchess's house." It is." Her words were full of mockery.

Oscar was suddenly irritated by this personality questioning, and all the words of justification were confused in his mind, and he only uttered one syllable——

"No!"

Mrs. Morris went on in a sarcastic tone: "Don't you remember what the law says? I despise you poor bastards who love to do dirty work. I'm sorry God. Wearing human skin every day , but did some inhuman things.”

If Oscar knew exactly why she came to frame him, it would be clear that what she said actually meant something else.

The woman's tongue was like a stinging wasp, uttering bitter words.It reminded Oscar of the way Lady Carmel sneered at him in public.

How insulting!

"I don't know what queer nonsense your manservant is talking about, nor what show you're playing. I haven't seen any jeweled necklaces at all, ma'am! I've been waiting for you to change, please." You see clearly! Please don't use that vulgar language to accuse me at will!"

This is a great insult to his personality, and it is the greatest shame of all men in this era, even the good-tempered Oscar cannot tolerate it.

The valet called for the sheriff so quickly that it seemed as if they were waiting outside the door.

"Mr. Sheriff," Mrs. Morris fanned her feather fan. The gesture she just made in front of people was a little too big, and her corseted waist was tightly strangled, which was already so tight that it was almost breathless. Come.She fanned the tip of her nose a few times to keep the air moving. "This Mr. Adrian stole my gemstone necklace, which was given to me by the baron at a cost of several hundred francs. Please punish him severely and teach him a lesson."

After the words fell, two sheriffs in gray uniforms came over.Oscar was still blushing to defend himself. He was extremely annoyed and waved his fist, eager to prove his innocence, "No, that's not the case, Mr. Sheriff, there must be some misunderstanding in this, please believe me."

"Shut up, I don't know you guys yet?" One of the sheriffs involuntarily handcuffed him and dragged Oscar away: "Just follow me."

In the struggle and resistance, the wooden easel he was holding slipped from his hand and fell heavily on the blood-red Chilean carpet, breaking into two pieces with a "bang".

Seeing the young man with a face full of shame and resentment being forcibly taken away by two vicious sheriffs, people on the street cast curious glances.

Mrs. Morris stood in the hall, resumed her usual posture, and asked the servant: "When does Louis say he will be back?"

The servant behind him replied respectfully: "Madam, don't worry, Mr. Louis always returns home very late these days."

Oscar was forcefully pushed into a small secret room. Before he could stand up from the ground and plead for mercy, the sheriffs locked the heavy and cold iron door without giving him the slightest chance to explain.He walked around in circles a few times irritably. After feeling deeply hopeless, Oscar turned over a few piles of dry-looking grass beside the rock bed, and sat down in a corner of the prison in despair.

The prison wall is like a black and white slate painting with a strong style and extremely abstract, and he completely buried his body in the haystack, becoming a line that blends with it.

After an unknown amount of time, the dazzling beam of light outside the iron window gradually shrank into a dim spot of light on the ground. Oscar, who was curled up in the corner, raised his face hidden in the darkness, only to realize that it was getting dark.

It was getting dark, and I don't know if anyone would notice his disappearance, maybe he would meet Simon again on the gallows in front of the market, Oscar thought pessimistically.It has been a whole year since he came to London from Ireland, but he is always thrown around like an unwanted coward. No matter how hard a person who is really weak in heart tries, his nature is still cowardly, and he deeply I deeply hate this sense of powerlessness that cannot be changed.But in the current situation, do you really want people to listen to others and wait until dawn?Even if it is dawn, can the despicable and hateful faces of those proud nobles be seen through, and there is nowhere to hide?

Of course not.

Class is such a fragile thing, what is evil?What is heaven?What is hell again?The world is turned upside down and God is just as Mr. Lewis said - totally unfair!The scene in the theater that day, the handsome face of Mr. Lewis gradually approaching, and the cold touch between the lips came back to Oscar's mind.

Oscar covered his face angrily.

God, he's really starting to yearn for hell now.

The author has something to say: It was the first time I was urged to update by a cute little girl, and suddenly I felt like I was at work hahaha.

I wrote relatively slowly, and I didn't hold back a single update after holding it in for two hours a night.

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