The days of eating soft rice in London

"You bitch, don't be so stubborn," Big Youzi reminded her kindly, "You should quickly realize what the situation is now..."

"God has his own opinion," the clergyman interrupted him, and gestured to the two monks beside him to continue: "Then just try a few more times."

So my aunt's head was forced into the water again, and the pool was splashed by her fierce struggle, but the priests watched all this with cold eyes, and stepped back a few steps to avoid getting their robes wet by the water .

After a long time, the torture finally ended.As soon as the back of her head lost control, my aunt raised her face from the pool in embarrassment.She sat slumped on the ground, raised her head and opened her mouth to breathe. The quilted skirt was wet from the water flowing down her hair, and her lungs also choked.

"Haha..." She panted heavily, like a dying fish, her head was about to explode due to lack of oxygen, her ears were filled with water, and she couldn't hear what those bastards were saying at all.

"You have also seen it, my lord bishop." The sheriff spread his hands helplessly: "Maybe... we made a mistake, maybe she is not a witch?"

"Who gave you the courage to question your father's will?" The old bishop gave him a vicious look, "Take her down."

The aunt was quickly dragged out, and she was rudely thrown on the floor of the cell, with the clergyman looking down upon her.

"Go away."

"What? Are you scared now?" the priest asked with a smile.

"No," my aunt forced a smile, then coughed violently for a while. "I want to say, ahem, you guys are too comfortable."

"..."

"It's really a shameless old thing."

***

residential area.

There were only two or three sporadic people on the street looking at the newly issued decree in front of the bulletin board, cursing something from time to time.

"Burton!" The bakery boss stuck his head out of the window and called out to the wobbly drunkard. "Why are you still drunk?"

"Your wife will be taken to the Inquisition!"

"Huh? It seems so." Burton couldn't hear what the old man was saying, and stumbled all the way to the attic.

A center of gravity was unstable, and he plunged into the dirty snowman on the side of the road.I don't know which naughty child made this snowman. Since no one took care of it for a long time, it has now become a dry snowdrift.

"Uncle? Why are you lying here?"

Burton raised his heavy eyelids and stared at each other for a long time. "Oh! It's Oscar!"

"Long time no see, where have you been recently?" He struggled to get up while talking, Oscar immediately helped him up from the snow.

Uncle Burton was tall, even half a head taller than Oscar when he stood up, but his back was a little hunched due to bending over in the mine all year round.As soon as he stood up, there was a strong smell of alcohol, which was stinky and choking.

"London is in a mess recently. You'd better not go out like this."

"It's a mess?" He waved his hand and broke away from Oscar to help his arm, "I know, hiccup, it's cholera, I know it all."

"Let it come here, I won't be afraid."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Oscar grabbed him again, "I'll take you back."

"You go back and have a good rest, and ask your aunt to boil more hot water. I heard that this can wash away those infectious diseases."

The streets of the residential area were muddy, and Burton's wine bottle was left on the snow behind him. Oscar helped his rickety uncle to walk south.

The smell became stronger the further south you went. Most of the dead fish in the river floated on the river bank and piled up with the filth. The stench of the Thames River made people cry. A kind of ghost taste in the street.

Several cases of infection have appeared in the North District. At this speed, the disease will soon spread to the residential areas of the rich.

London is now in chaos. The council on the banks of the Thames is holding a parliament at this time. The Prime Minister and members of the House of Commons are busy with the decision to build the city's sewers.

Oscar resisted the urge to vomit, and helped his uncle back to the attic.

God bless!He almost choked on the road.

It was very cold in the house, and it was rare for his aunt to not be in the attic. Oscar let his uncle lean on the sofa, and went to heat up the stove first.

He squatted on the ground, looked at the feeble flames climbing on the black inner wall of the stove, and sighed heavily.

This is the first time that Oscar has such a strong expectation that spring will not come.

***

"You are accountable to God for what you say."

Mrs. Morris knelt in front of the statue and the bishop's robe, pointing to the woman beside her without hesitation: "Yes, she is a disgusting witch."

In front of her was a tall crucifix. The crucified Christ looked at the people on the ground with those downcast eyes, as if asking questions, which made her flustered.

Mrs. Morris swallowed, feeling bitter in her mouth, and repeated the sentence again. "Yes, she is a witch, and she is the one who caused the cholera."

With that kind of tone, I don't know whether it is trying to convince others or convincing myself.

The old bishop turned to Aunt Burton, "Did you hear that?"

"Of course I heard it, you son of a bitch!" My aunt yelled, "You really are a bitch! If I had known, I should have ripped out your mouth and drained your son's blood!" My aunt was furious , crawled two steps on the red carpet, and then rushed to beat up this bitch who opened her eyes and told lies.

"Pay attention to your behavior before God!" The clergy hurriedly stepped forward to stop her behavior. Mrs. Morris's hair was tightly clutched by the crazy woman, and she burst into tears in pain.

"My lord bishop," the aunt suddenly laughed evilly, her face was terribly pale. "You know that a ghost cannot be summoned by one person alone. This must have been induced by this sinister lady."

"If you obey the father's will, you have to let her taste the holy water, don't you?" She suddenly clenched her fingers vigorously, completely ignoring the screams of the other party, and all of Mrs. Morris's hair fell out. .

"Why do you think I will obey a witch?" asked the old bishop.

"You know about that Baron Morris case last week?" she said. "I heard that my good neighbor tried to poison her own nephew. She put her husband in prison and her daughter in prison." The train was in a bad shape, and now no one in the family is alive. She was a scourge, she worked for the devil, and hurt people everywhere, and now she got her retribution. The price is to make her son sick , you may not know, her son also has cholera."

Her expression became more ferocious, and she said a lot in one breath, even tending to reveal all the scandals about Mrs. Morris, even the old bishop was almost swayed by her words.

"Shut up!" Mrs. Morris covered her ears in pain.

The aunt stared at her fiercely, and replied in a voice that was only audible to each other: "Are you blaming me? Look, you are a demon yourself."

"The most hateful thing is that you get retribution for doing something wrong yourself, but you still think that others have harmed you. It's pathetic and confident, and you don't know how to repent! What is wrong is what is wrong, and justice will not allow your shit to confuse right and wrong!"

"Sir Bishop."

There was a group of clergymen standing in the corridor, and a man appeared out of nowhere among them, and suddenly stopped the old bishop.

My aunt glanced in that direction. The man was wearing a different robe from the people around him, and seemed to be higher than them all.He has long black curly hair, and he puts his hand on the metal glasses with thin frames. The light green eyes behind the lenses are startling and frightening.

"As the lady said, we'll find out once we try, don't we?"

Regardless of whether the old bishop agreed or not, the aunt almost immediately pulled Mrs. Morris's hair from the ground, dragged her to the pool, and she fiercely pushed the bitch into the water without mercy.

My aunt was already very strong, but now she was being ruthlessly ripped off. How could Mrs. Morris avoid her?

After a while, Mrs. Morris was already dying, her head completely submerged in the water, and she did not move.

Only then did my aunt let go of her hand and kicked the other party on the ground.Mrs. Morris was lying flat on the ground, her belly was bulging, and she was only breathing in, not exhaling.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha, look," my aunt shouted loudly, "this woman is a witch."

"Now that you've seen it, burn her to death so that you can do business for the government." My aunt got up from the ground, and she brushed her hair around her ears, and she was ready to leave. "Now, can I go?"

"Of course, no." The old bishop replied.

The aunt's face changed instantly, and her pale face suddenly flushed with blood: "Why are you?"

"Even so, this cannot wash away your suspicion."

"Damn it!" she pointed at the old bishop's nose. "Are you done, you damned old lunatic?"

"Take the two of them down together." The bishop waved his hand and gave the order.

The torture of the Inquisition is unimaginable, and it is much more terrifying than the prisons in London.

My aunt received private instructions from the old bishop, and after only one night, my aunt was tortured by those instruments of torture and was covered with scars.They kept asking the two women to confess their accomplices, so as to find out the witches of London together.

My aunt didn't say anything, but she acted like revenge and dragged down the old woman who reported on her and was superstitious about ghosts and gods.

And here, Mrs. Morris just had her hair shaved off, but even if only her hair was shaved off, it didn't take long for her to start fidgeting and trembling all over her body, and she immediately confessed, and there will be new ones every day after Odd confessions appear.

The ladies on the upper floor had never seen such a battle before, and they were completely dumbfounded.

Her eyes were glazed, and as soon as she saw the clergyman, she knelt tremblingly, shaking out all the strange things in the residential area.

I heard that there was an old lady in the district who had given birth to eight children before, but none of them survived. There must be a reason for this, maybe the devil is at work.

The old lady who lived alone was quickly caught by the sheriff who came to her door. The old lady was too old to withstand such torture, so she quickly confessed to the neighbor's Aunt Bella who specialized in reading crooked books and hurting people. .

Aunt Bella got involved with her own black slave again, and the black slave confessed to the vegetable seller who had quarreled with her...

The women in this neighborhood are all crazy!

All the unreasonable things were exposed in broad daylight, and became acts manipulated by the devil.

The clergy conjured up all sorts of incomprehensible signs, both painful confessions and things that didn't make sense, as they judged.

This matter finally alarmed the representatives of the British king and the judges of the big cities, and these big figures came to London to interrogate the witch.

The author has something to say: 1. At that time, people generally believed that cholera was caused by bad smell. There was no concept of bacteria at that time, but people had already discovered the disinfection effect of boiling water.

2. A man with dark curly hair and light green eyes wearing glasses... (he is the protagonist of the next article) Poke the author's column and ask for an advance receipt for the next article!Take a bow and thank you!

3. Thanks to the "everyday is cute" little angel's nutrient solution, good night.