shadow of britain

Chapter 130 The Birth of the Underground Queen

In the cell of the Greenwich Police Station, the sound of slapping on the iron railing resounded, and occasionally there was a hoarse roar of a woman.

Tom and Tony, who were guarding the cell door, couldn't help shaking their heads while covering their foreheads when they heard the movement.

Tom dissatisfied: "It's been a week, why doesn't she stop?"

Tony curled his lips: "Ghost knows what magical power that laudanum has. If we don't give it to her, it's like killing her."

Tom said helplessly: "It's really impossible, let's buy her a bottle. She keeps making noises in it, which disturbs my mind."

Tony glared at him: "Do you want to disobey Arthur's order? Besides, didn't Arthur make it very clear? What kind of withdrawal reaction is this, after a while, she will be better."

Tom breathed a sigh of relief: "For the first time, I'm glad that I have strictly abided by Scotland Yard's house rules. If I hadn't insisted on not drinking alcohol, maybe I would have become addicted to that stuff now."

Tony shrugged his shoulders: "But you said Arthur is the same, why don't you just hand this woman over to the Magistrate's Court? She's just a prostitute who performs fairy dances, and there is no other case that needs further investigation. Why keep her here? She yelled all day long, making everyone lose their mood for work."

While the two police officers were complaining, they suddenly found that there was no movement in the cell.

They turned their heads and glanced inside through the bars, and couldn't help exclaiming: "It's broken! How did she hang herself? Where did she get the rope?"

The two police officers hurriedly opened the cell door and rushed in.

They took Miss Fiona by the legs and got her off the rope.

Stretching out fingers to feel it under her nose, the two police officers breathed a sigh of relief, and they wiped the sweat from their foreheads: "Thank God, I still have breath."

Unexpectedly, just as the two of them let go of their worries, suddenly, two white arms wrapped around the old police officer's neck.

Fiona, who was still dying just now, lay on Tom's back and breathed behind his ear: "Sir, go and buy me some laudanum. Just a bottle, no, half a bottle is fine, as long as you take that thing Give it to me, you can play whatever you want... OK..."

Hearing this, Tom laughed twice. He held up his hands, fearing that he might touch something that shouldn't be touched, and he read: "That... that's not okay, I'm afraid... I'm afraid that Arthur will come to my wife Say I'm having an affair."

When Fiona's bloodshot eyes heard this, her face immediately changed. Her arms around Tom's neck tightened suddenly, and then she grabbed his throat with both hands, screaming and cursing.

"You're a bastard, just like your bastard boss! You Scotland Yard police are full of bastards!!"

Tom rolled his eyes when he was pinched by her, Tony on the side saw it, and quickly pulled out the civilization weapon on his waist and warned: "Ma'am! Although I shouldn't hit women, if you plan to continue doing this, I have no choice but to do so!"

But how could Fiona listen to Tony's warning at this time, she yelled: "Come on! If you bring a seed, you will hang my old lady on the gallows!"

"Hey! You stinky bitch!" Tony was furious when he heard this. He pulled out the civilization weapon on his waist and was about to teach the other party a lesson.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a palm with a white glove stretched out from behind him, and pressed on Fiona's finger that was strangling Tom's neck.

Tony turned his head and saw that it was Arthur Hastings, the new Superintendent of Scotland Yard's East London Region, already wearing the crown epaulettes.

One by one, Arthur undid the fingers that were clasped around Tom's neck, as easily as if he were pulling carrots that had just been planted in his own garden.

While breaking, he muttered, "Miss Fiona, such a rude behavior is not what a lady should do."

Fiona clung to Tom's neck tightly and refused to let go, but when she realized that all resistance was futile, she simply let go of her hands and slapped Arthur's face.

But she obviously underestimated Arthur's sensitivity and Fred's ability to fight back even if he saw a headache.

Arthur raised his right hand seemingly inadvertently, and grabbed her arm at once, and then he flicked his wrist lightly, and Fiona, who was wearing a long skirt, turned around twice like a butterfly who had lost her direction. Then he fell into the thatched pile on the ground.

Fiona's face was flushed with anger, but she felt a little wronged. She lay on the haystack with red eyes and cursed: "I will sue you for using violence in court!"

Arthur squeezed his tense wrists loosely, raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "I can't see, you know a little bit of law?"

"Know something about the law?" Fiona was anxious and angry, but she knew that she couldn't beat Arthur, so she simply grabbed a ball of hay and threw it at Arthur: "You think I'm you garbage who don't understand gentleman's etiquette Patrolman? If it wasn't for my gambler dad who failed to live up to expectations and ruined the family, I would definitely want you to look good!"

Arthur squatted on the ground, smiled and looked at her with a smile: "I can't tell, you are still a rich daughter. If you say that, you must have received a considerable degree of family education. If that is the case, why don't you find someone who is normal?" Do you have to do this kind of business?”

"Normal work? If you call a weaver woman who works fifteen hours a day and earns seven or eight shillings a week normal work, then I really don't want to do it!"

Arthur shook his head: "No, that's not what I'm talking about. I know that women weaving workers earn low income. But aren't you educated? Find a job as a tutor, not only can you solve the board and lodging, but the income should also be lower than that of weaving women. The female workers are much higher, right?"

"private teacher?"

When Fiona heard this word, she couldn't help laughing angrily. She reached out and patted Arthur's side face.

"Honey, don't you know what a tutor does? If a normal big family wants to hire a knowledgeable tutor, then most of them will hire a man. If you find a The female governess earns a good salary, so there is probably something tricky about it.

What is the difference between that kind of tutor and the business I do now?At least I am quite free now. I can do business if I want, and call someone if I don’t want to. I don’t have to fight with the hostess. I can live freely, which is good. "

"Is that so?" Arthur squeezed his chin and murmured, "Are the stories that Elder read originally considered documentary literature?"

Fiona saw that Arthur didn't reply for a long time, and asked impatiently: "Everyone open the skylight and speak honestly, there is no need to hide it. This time, my boys and I have confessed. What do you want to do from me?" What do you get? Money or body? It doesn't matter if you don't like me, we have other girls here. But I think if you don't even like me, you probably don't like Hanni and the others. Or, you don't like me at all. Like women? Forget it, I don't care so much, as long as you release me quickly, I can give you everything I can."

When Arthur heard this, he just smiled and sighed: "Miss Fiona, I mean, have you ever considered being a good woman, or at least not being so bad."

"Huh? Is this your condition?"

When Fiona heard this, Liu Yemei couldn't help but frown. She asked, "Why do you stinky men always like to do this kind of thing? This world has forced me to sell my body. After I get used to this kind of life , you have come to persuade me to change my ways again, is there something wrong with your head?"

Arthur raised his eyebrows and smiled gently: "So, do you agree or not?"

Fiona snorted disdainfully: "Of course I can be a good woman. If I have 5000 pounds, I will definitely behave more ladylike than any noble lady in London. So, you can get 5000 pounds ?"

Upon hearing this, Arthur turned his head and winked at Tom and Tony.

The two police officers nodded in understanding, and then left the room without saying a word, and closed the door of the cell behind them.

Seeing this scene, Fiona couldn't help giving Arthur a blank look: "I knew you didn't have a good thing. After all, it's not because you're afraid of being seen by others. I knew that no one can be indifferent to me. "

After saying that, she lay down on the pile of straw, and pulled her shoulder straps down: "Come on, finish it quickly, and let me out."

Arthur couldn't help sighing when he saw her expression like a dead fish.

Arthur said: "Miss Fiona, what are you thinking? I just want to give you a chance to earn five thousand pounds."

"Huh?" Fiona sat up from the pile of straw: "Boy, are you serious? Do you want to marry me?"

Arthur smiled, his eyes sparkled with a blush: "It's not that I want to marry you, but that I want to marry you off."

Fiona was confused: "Who are you going to marry me?"

Arthur stroked her side, his smile deadly.

"You can dominate 'Cambridge's Little Brother' with a female body, Fiona, this is enough to show your ability. If you are willing to use your mind flexibly, from now on, you will never have to betray you body of.

I am willing to put you on the throne that belongs to the East End of London. In the darkest and lightless area of ​​Tower Hamlets, the treasure that once belonged to Fred is buried. Go and inherit that legacy.

I will dress you in scarlet pleated gowns, and crown you with laurel jewels, and then I will marry you in the dark night under the stars, I will marry you to the great London East End, marry the bloodiest, filthiest hell. "

Fiona's eyes gradually became blurred, and beside the barred window above her head, there was a smiling Agares, between the hands of the Red Devil, there were blood-red threads intricately connected in series, he was patiently playing with the flip-flop. Rope game.

Arthur took out a brand new pipe from his jacket pocket, and placed it gently in Fiona's palm.

He whispered in Fiona's ear: "From now on, drink less laudanum, it will slow down your sharp nerves. Compared with that thing, I would rather you be addicted to tobacco."

(End of this chapter)