The days of eating soft rice in London

There was no light in the bedroom, but Oscar could still make out the direction of Louis in the dark.

It is also completely conceivable that the gentleman's bright face is full of gloom.

His back was leaning against the wall, as Mr. Lewis had just hit the back of the neck with a pistol, and there was a constant burst of intense pain there.

What exactly is Louis trying to do?

Aware of the man opposite him staring at him, Oscar's hairs stood on end.It seemed that in this darkness, the whole world was dripping with snow, and there was a huge terror snowballing towards him.

How he had loved the gentleman!

He wanted to learn everything about Louis, his standing posture, his decisive and clear demeanor when he spoke, and wanted to be a Louis-style man.

But now, things have turned into the current situation.

The cold and stiff silence was quickly broken by Mr. Lewis turning away.

Louis was going to lock him up here alone?The feeling of fear like being imprisoned and the sense of restraint in the hands merged into one, and instantly invaded the latter's entire heart wildly.

"Don't go!"

"Louis!" Oscar called him hastily, and the handcuffs made a sound of metal clashing.

"You can't just handcuff me like this, it's illegal!"

The gentleman stopped, but did not answer him.

Oscar then said in a negotiating tone: "Louis, let me go first, okay? If I did something wrong, we can sit down and talk slowly."

"No." The man refused decisively.

Louis is like a stranger now, and Oscar can't communicate with him as usual.

"Of course you did nothing wrong,"

"My dear Oscar." He turned the handle of the door, and the light from the living room broke in immediately, shining on the dark red corner of the carpet, and shining the gentleman's leather shoes.

The light illuminated Louis's perfect profile, and those thin lips spat out Satanic words, "Don't be afraid, this will last a long time."

Oscar was stunned.

Louis is definitely a total liar!All the tenderness he showed was false, all the acts of thoughtfulness were deceitful.

And the appearance he is showing now is his original terrifying face.

He must be a lunatic, otherwise how could he do such a crazy thing!

Oscar was terrified, repeatedly trying to break free from the handcuffs on the head of the bed, and kept calling his name.

"Louis!"

The door was mercilessly closed immediately, and the bedroom fell into endless darkness again.

"Louis!"

"Don't go." The young man's expression slowly turned gray amidst these calls.

A few seconds later, the door in the living room also slammed shut.

Mr. Lewis left the house.

And after he left, he didn't come back until the next morning.

***

It snowed heavily for two days in a row, and the snow in the urban area was trampled into a dirty piece by the passing pedestrians.

The silent snowflakes have covered up the secrets of witnesses on the surface.

No one knows what happened last night.

Fortunately, the temperature began to pick up, and people felt that spring in London was indeed coming.The surface of the Thames has also begun to melt, and as the temperature rises in the afternoon, a rancid smell similar to fermentation rises.

Aunt Burton pulled up her cuffs, and she struggled to lift the bucket.Walking to the river, he dumped the filth in the bucket into the ice hole of the Thames.

There's nothing unusual about this kind of behavior, because it's how people get rid of their own shit all the time.

Members of Congress have so far failed to come up with a solution to this.But it's early spring, which is fine.If it comes to summer, the smell of this contiguous residential area is simply unimaginable.

She used to quarrel with that smelly woman every day because the kitchen drain pipe of the woman's house on the opposite floor was connected to the Thames River, and it often emitted such a choking and unbearable smell.

Unless one is willing to cut off one's nose, no one can bear this kind of living environment.

oh!Aunt Burton held her breath and shook the feces sticking to the side of the bucket a few times. She was really about to vomit.

Mrs. Morris, who was walking towards her with a vegetable basket, held her nose tightly and looked at the Thames in disgust.

He glanced at this savage woman with chilblain on her hands, who was rolling her sleeves in the cold weather, with a look of disdain. Her face showed contempt, and she hated this kind of behavior.

When Aunt Burton looked at her, she still did not restrain her superiority.

So in the next second, she was firmly kicked by the opponent with the residue at the bottom of the bucket.

"Damn! What are you doing!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" said the words, but Aunt Burton looked at her coldly, without apologizing at all.

The exquisite white forged shoes were splashed with black unknown solids. Normally, Mrs. Morris would have taken off the shoes on the spot and thrown them away, but she had no choice but to give up as she saw the snow and ice.

She carefully lifted the hem of the skirt to prevent it from being rubbed against, and she was already furious in her heart, but the other party apologized, and it was difficult for her to express it.

"You actually poured these things into the river? It's really disgusting!" she scolded.

How could Aunt Burton show weakness, and sneered mercilessly: "Where is the stinky bitch, talk like you can't shit in the Thames."

Mrs. Morris choked on her vulgar words: "You are such a vulgar woman!"

"I'm vulgar?" Aunt Burton pointed to her nose, "Look, look at your elegant attire, are you sure you're shopping for vegetables, not selling ass?"

Mrs. Morris was so angry that she had nothing to say, she just scolded: "You, damn it!" After finishing speaking, she wanted to leave, not wanting to waste any more words with this unreasonable woman.

The crowd on the side came to watch, and they began to gossip about the origin of the new neighbor.

"This woman doesn't know that shit is going to be poured into the Thames?" asked a woman in a heavy gray padded skirt.This is not too much, and sometimes they even dump the buckets directly into the street.

"Look at her arrogant look, like a slutty lady."

"I know. I saw it last night. She moved here with her whole family. She seems to be very rich."

"Forget it, let's make a lot of noise, anyway, that woman from the Burton family is not a good guy." An old man moved his nostrils, sniffed the snuff bottle in his hand, and walked away.

From which corner Flora rushed out recklessly.

She was wearing an ordinary thick sarong at this time, which suits her very well, making her look like a country girl now.

"Mom? Why are you still here?"

"Hello, ma'am." She nodded to Aunt Burton, who had a fierce look on her face, and then turned to her mother, "What's the matter? What happened?"

"This woman put these disgusting things on my feet!" Mrs. Morris held out her feet to show her daughter.

"I didn't mean to." My aunt shrugged.

"But you obviously are."

"Okay, let's go back! Joseph is coughing again." Flora said, pulling her mother's arm.

"Look there!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone followed to look at the end of the block.

A group of military officers and a group of boys approached the corner of the street, the picture was very incongruous.

The crowd was not interested in the cursing battle between the two shrews, and their attention was soon attracted by the group of beautiful boys.

All of these boys wore heavy eye shadow, red lipstick, and fancy clothes, so that people could tell at a glance that they were doing shameless deeds.

They walked into the residential area together under the fierce pushing and pushing of the officer, and came here together.

They are basically sad and crying, but there are also a few cheerful ones who are looking curiously at the surrounding morning market stalls.

Syphilis has swept the entire upper class, and their lords and lovers have to send these male prostitutes to the slums according to the Queen's order, and they cannot enter the city again for life.

The group of women who lived here were soon chattering away.

What Aunt Burton heard from them was that this group of people had sex with dignitaries and nobles at an official ball.

With the advent of syphilis, the upper class nobles are already in a mess.But misfortunes never come singly, and a bigger disaster awaits the people of London.

A woman wrapped in a torn coat began to curse. She shouted loudly at why the government sent this group of sodomites to the slums.Aren't you afraid of infecting them?

But soon, the woman fell silent after being slapped severely on the forehead by an officer.

Among the onlookers, only Mrs. Morris herself was thinking of other things.She had a good idea. She could report Louis and get a reward. If possible, she could even get the good nephew's property.

She couldn't continue to live this miserable life, and couldn't even stand herself standing among these country women.

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