The days of eating soft rice in London

In the early morning, a dull sound suddenly came from a luxury villa in the suburbs.

Oscar is gone.

Oscar is gone!

He also...

The gentleman's expression immediately became ugly. The veins under the thin skin on his forehead were bulging, and the blood in it could be seen throbbing crazily in his temples.

Oscar has escaped!Just when he let down his vigilance last night.

Anger was overwhelming, and Louis could even clearly recall Oscar's extremely submissive and cooperative appearance last night.

Did you really have a plan?

The golden pocket watch was left alone on the messy bed. All the spring scenery last night was like a grotesque, too dreamy bubble. When I woke up, it would still be frozen into ice by the low temperature outside, and it would shatter if touched lightly. land.

——Does Oscar still want to run away from him?

—Isn’t it good to stay by his side?

——Why do people around you behave like this and leave you?

The early spring in London is still shivering cold. Oscar, who successfully escaped from the villa, went along the Thames River to Soho, but was surprised to find that there was a stretch of filthy feces on the canal beach, and there were already mosquitoes there. Flying wildly in mid-air.

In this season?These creatures also appeared a little too early.

Oscar didn't have time to think about it. He was wearing nothing but the silk nightgown around his waist.The blond young man endured the pain in his back, and his steps were obviously very sluggish.

He came here barefoot, maybe Mr. Louis would immediately think of coming here to find him, but now he really has nowhere else to go except here.

Fortunately, it was four o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Oscar only met two passers-by along the way, and even one of the pockmarked women regarded him as a lunatic and screamed to call the sheriff.

Gritting his teeth, Oscar finally walked to the familiar iron window, and he knocked on Simon's window.

Simon opened the door and was shocked when he saw Oscar with a pale face.

"Dude! What's the matter with you?"

"Simon." Oscar called his name, accompanied by the sound of his teeth chattering up and down. He hugged his shoulders, because Oscar was really about to be frozen to death.

"Come in, come in." Simon hurriedly led him into the house.

"Why are you dressed like this? You were robbed?" Simon conveniently draped the blanket on the sofa over Oscar.

Feeling the warmth in the room, Oscar felt dizzy for a while, and he fell to the floor of Simon's house in pain as soon as he entered the door.

"Hi!? Me?" Simon frantically went to help him up. As soon as his palm touched Oscar's skin, he felt the scalding heat from that skin.

Oscar has a high fever?

Isn't that right, who would run around like this early in the morning?

"What's going on here?" He muttered, urging Roy in the bedroom to find a doctor.

"Roy!"

"Get me a doctor, please?"

"What happened?" the bearded man asked, put on his coat, and was about to go out the door.

"Oscar is sick." Simon called the other person's name again at the door, "Roy, be careful on the road, go back quickly, and avoid that stinky river."

The little lover's rare thoughtful behavior made Roy laugh immediately, and he replied: "Don't worry, you take care of him first, and I will be back soon."

Newspapers are always well informed.Recently, several cases of cholera have been reported in the North End of London. Dangers are everywhere in the city, and we must not take it lightly.

Simon sighed worriedly when he thought of this contagious disease that was likely to erupt into a catastrophe, and turned around to take care of Oscar again.

But when he lifted Oscar's nightgown, he was immediately stunned by the body in front of him.

These scattered bloody hickeys, and the marks between the legs...show how intense his good friend...should be.

There are also dense scars on the back, which are white on the back.

The so-called little bastard in Soho blushed almost immediately, and immediately recalled that dangerous man in his head.

Lewis Morris!

Although not sure, this person's chances are definitely the greatest!Damn it!Oscar must have been forced, otherwise why would he run out dressed like this?

He actually inflicted such atrocities on Oscar?Fortunately, Oscar praised him as a gentleman with a sexy mind.

That's abominable!

At the same time, in a small alley in a residential area.

Flora wept and spoke, her voice deliberately lowered, as if she was afraid of being heard.

"I...I may not be able to marry you." Flora whispered, tears streaming down her face.

"Why? Flora?" The other party grabbed Flora's hand excitedly. This was an ordinary-looking young man, but he looked tall and powerful. "Is it your mother who thinks my family is not good enough?"

Flora lowered her eyes, but did not answer.

"But I really love you!" The man anxiously hugged her into his arms, with an eager expression on his face, "I'm going to propose marriage to your mother now, and I must marry you, definitely!"

Flora shook her head. "My mother wouldn't agree. You know her temper. It's impossible."

"What is impossible? I will treat you well."

"But, I'm afraid..."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

A sharp voice suddenly broke the love between the lovers.

Flora was startled, and suddenly left the man's arms.She quickly realized that it was Mrs. Burton who lived in the attic opposite, and she didn't know how long she had been looking at the window.

"Don't be shy, little girl." Mrs. Burton seemed to be familiar with it, and she continued to complain, "That woman in your family always has so many things. If you want me to tell you, what's wrong with this young man's family background?"

"Young and strong, maybe one day you can go to work in the coal mines with our family Burton. I think you are a perfect match! Just get married. If your mother refuses to agree, I, the neighbor, will have to follow closely." Listen to what she said."

The lovers didn't know how to respond to her "enthusiasm" for a moment. At this moment, Flora suddenly heard a scream from inside the house: "Cholera! God! This is cholera!"

The doctor who had just been invited by the Morris family quickly picked up his coat, as if he had seen some ferocious beast, and quickly escaped from the small room.

"Cholera!?" Aunt Burton was stunned, her two thin eyebrows raised up, and immediately closed the two windows with a "snap".

Flora hurried into the house to have a look. "Mother?"

"God!" Mrs. Morris was already kneeling on the ground, she was holding Joseph's hand, "my son, why do you always have so many disasters?"

"Mom, get up first." Flora helped her mother to a chair beside her, and she asked in a daze, "I heard the doctor talking about cholera, didn't I?"

"Impossible! Certainly not!" The mother retorted loudly, "These quack doctors must be harming my son again! The old man was so disregarding people's life last time!"

In an instant, she seemed to remember something again, looking around in a daze for something, "Bleeding, yes, we can do bloodletting."

"Mom... I don't want to be bled again..." Joseph lay on the bed, his plump face was now thin and out of shape.

Joseph still clearly remembered the taste of the bloodletting last time. At that time, he had no strength to groan in pain, which actually made his father think that the bloodletting had an effect.

He was sick in bed and couldn't stop his mother from rushing to the kitchen to get a knife and a basin. Flora said that it was very likely to be infected, but her mother still didn't listen.

She cried and stabbed her son's arm three times, but the blood concentration of the cholera patient was so high that it was as viscous as tar, and this ordinary treatment couldn't bleed any blood at all.

Not only was it useless, but it added more pain to Joseph, who was suffering from illness.

"Flora, please give me a knife." Joseph's lips were pale, and he had long thought of committing suicide.

"Impossible!" exclaimed Mrs. Morris.

"We can't lose you again," Flora also shook her head sadly, "this won't work, Joseph."

"You crazy woman! If you don't cure him, we will all die!" Mrs. Burton came downstairs at some unknown time, and was standing at the door shouting into the house: "Have you never seen the Black Death? Do you know that the disease killed nearly half of the whole of Europe!"

"I don't fucking want to die!" She rushed in covering her nose and mouth, "I know how to cure it! Get out of the way!"

The disease was raging rapidly among the most developed cities in the world. In just two days when Oscar had a high fever, London seemed to be a huge grave.

Immediately, Simon's iron window was knocked again.

Roy opened the window, and in front of him was the cold handsome face that appeared on the headlines of their London Pictorial, as before, without any expression.

"Have you seen Oscar?" asked the gentleman.

He had long thought that Oscar would come here to hide for a while, but it was rare that he didn't want to push him too hard, and let Oscar have a good rest.

"Oscar?" Simon walked over quickly, and was about to close the window with his hand, "He's not here, you can look for it elsewhere!"

Simon had put this gentleman in the danger range long ago, and when he mentioned him to Oscar, he also intentionally or unintentionally rejected him, not to mention that he has done this kind of thing to Oscar now.

"Oh? Can I go in and sit down?"

"No!" Simon refused, "Don't even think about it!"

The gentleman looked menacingly at the man in front of him who spoke to him in an impolite tone.

Roy stood in front of Simon and responded politely: "Mr. Louis, our newspaper office still has some important private documents waiting to be processed here, so you can't come in privately, right?"

"London is very dangerous now, and we don't know where Oscar went."

"Even if I know, I can't tell you!" Simon said, he just wanted to grab Louis by the collar and rush forward to give his beautiful jaw an uppercut.

The author has something to say: Modified.