shadow of britain

Chapter 203 Nostalgia
Greater Scotland Yard, 4 Whitehall Street, Westminster, London.

Arthur sat on a chair in the office, holding a white porcelain tea cup in his hand, and took a sip of tea.

The warm tea slid down his mouth into his throat, and finally melted into his hot heart, igniting his body that had lost its temperature due to the cold weather.

Arthur looked at the dense raindrops pattering outside the window, and stretched out his hand to wipe away the hazy mist on the window.

Outside the window, the Whitehall Street was full of traffic, and even on the sidewalk, you could see a lot of affairs officers from various departments rushing around in the heavy rain with documents under their armpits.

Seeing their funny appearances, Arthur couldn't help sighing: "I thought that after the Whig Party came to power, only people like me needed to move around, but now it seems that most people think the same as me."

Hearing this, the Red Devil, who was leaning against the window wearing glasses and knitting a sweater to pass the boring time, just laughed and shook his head and said: "Sometimes people can control their own destiny. If we are controlled by others, dear Brutus, what a mistake! Not in our destiny, but in ourselves."

Arthur snapped his fingers when he heard this: "From Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar", Act I, Scene II."

While shaking his legs, Agares said, "Arthur, I'm not discussing opera with you. You understand what I mean, you can obviously avoid such trouble. Solving Rowan is not too difficult." This time, you just happened to happen, what are you going to do if Brougham doesn't become a justice?"

"Didn't get it?" Arthur leaned on the chair: "If I didn't get it, at most I wouldn't work here. Didn't I tell you? You've given me too many ways to make money, a Scotland Yard It's just a police superintendent, there is really nothing to miss.

I used to stay in this cesspit because I had to beg for food.Later, I stayed here because I felt that some people depended on me for a living.And later, it was because the shit in the cesspit was splashed in my face, and if I didn't respond, I would become one with the cesspit.

But you said that I was able to get to where I am today because of luck, and I don't deny it.But you may not know that an elder in my hometown said that a person's life is not only based on individual efforts, but sometimes the process of history must also be considered. "

Hearing this, Agares couldn't help mocking: "Arthur, you have to be thankful that humans don't have long tails, or your tail would have been raised now."

As for Agareth's challenge, Arthur has always been willing to refuse. He nodded and echoed: "I am also very disappointed that it was not Barr who signed the contract with me. If it was Barr, he would not say anything. I fell into the cesspit."

"That's right." Agares rarely agreed with Arthur: "If it was Baal, most likely he would eat up the cesspit before you fell into it."

As soon as Agares finished speaking, there was a thunderbolt outside the window, and only a bang was heard. The red devil was so frightened that he trembled all over, and fell directly down the window.

Arthur sat by the window and waited for a while, only to see a haggard hand with slender black nails protruding from the edge of the window, and the red devil showed half of his head, and while crawling into the room, he cursed: "Fuck you!" Yes, to my surprise, I thought Barr really heard it."

Arthur just nestled in the chair, repeating what the Red Devil said in a flat tone: "Sometimes people can control their own destiny. If we are controlled by others, dear Agares, the fault is not in our destiny, but in our destiny." ourselves."

"Arthur!" The red devil smoked from the top of his head, and one eye suddenly swelled up, almost pushing Arthur and his chair out of the office: "Don't be so fucking sarcastic!"

Arthur sat by the door, frowned and stared at the black tea cup in his hand, and said displeasedly: "Agares, you should be more careful next time, I almost spilled my black tea. Do you know? This tea is very expensive."

The Red Devil came in through the window with his wet head on his head. While staring at Arthur, he lifted the lid of the teapot and poured the tea into his mouth.

While chewing the tea leaves, he spit and said, "What kind of bullshit black tea, I didn't even taste how different it is!"

Seeing him spoiling things so badly, Arthur just shook his head helplessly: "Maybe. But our new prime minister, Earl Grey, likes to drink this tea very much, and named it 'Earl Grey'. Now it is the hottest tea in London's tea shops. This is what I sell, and I usually can’t buy it if I want to.”

Agares raised his eyebrows and said, "Can't buy it? Then where did you get the stuff you're drinking now?"

Arthur got up and went to the cabinet in the office to take out the tea can, unscrewed the lid, and pointed it at Agares.

The Red Devil glanced at it, and saw a letter hidden behind the cover, signed—Brydon Jones.

When Agares saw this name, he immediately smiled. He rubbed his hands and said with a smirk: "Oh! My dear Arthur, you have finally learned how to do this. You are so worldly, accept some ordinary gifts, and maintain the dignity of your superiors and subordinates." Daily contacts, a little bit of care?"

Arthur shook his head and said: "Actually, generally speaking, I don't accept these things. But Jones chose to send tea this time. This behavior made me feel inexplicably familiar, and it reminded me of an unbearable past. Maybe It is precisely because of this that you feel ordinary when you drink this tea, but I feel that there is a breath of memory when I drink it."

"The breath of memories?" Agares didn't know what the kid was going crazy with today. He asked, "Have you lost your mind again? You were still rolling in a pigsty in the countryside of York when you were a child, and you drank two catties of mud Not too bad, can you afford this kind of high-grade black tea?"

Arthur was not angry at being ridiculed so much, he just said: "Agares, I know you have great artistic taste. For this matter, I also wrote a little poem, are you interested in listening to it? ?”

"Oh! my dear Arthur. Have you become more confident since you won the gold medal at Cambridge? Have you begun to write poetry?"

The Red Devil grinned: "However, you better stop flattering me, kid. Do you think I'm that brainless, arrogant vice-lord of the Kingdom of Heaven——Lucifer Morningstar? As long as you flatter me a few times, I'll fuck you!" Did you forgive me so badly?"

Arthur said regretfully: "It's a pity, I thought you were the only one in the world who deserved to appreciate it."

Agares picked up the sweater needle, sat on the window sill with his legs crossed, and said, "Let's hear it."

Arthur smiled slightly, he cleared his throat, and looked at the heavy rain outside the window with emotion.

"When I was young,
Nostalgia is a small pot of tea,

I am here,

The leader is over there.

When I grow up,
Nostalgia is still a fucking pot of tea,
Jones is here,
I'm over there. "

Just as Arthur finished speaking, there was a knock on the office door.

A voice that was so nervous that it deformed sounded outside the door: "Report!"

Arthur squinted his eyes towards Agares, and he asked, "Where did it come from?"

The Red Devil raised his glowing red eyes and glanced at the door: "This one."

Arthur was relieved when he heard the words, he went back to the chair and sat down, and shouted loudly: "Please come in."

As soon as the words were finished, the door of the office was pushed open, and standing outside the door was the superintendent of the Whitechapel Police District in Tower Hamlets, Brendan Jones, who was drenched like a chicken.

Jones' face was full of nervousness, and in his slightly trembling hands he was still holding a document that had just been issued by Scotland Yard regarding Arthur's transfer and departure.

Although he had rehearsed in his mind countless times what he should say when meeting Arthur, when his eyes met Arthur's, he couldn't help being frightened and his mind went blank.

The beating he had received a few months ago was still in his mind, and although it had been a peaceful time, Arthur hadn't bothered him again.

But Jones's heart is always empty. This feeling is even more terrifying than Arthur scolding him face to face. It's like someone puts a noose on his head all the time, but he can never guess when it will happen. Execution.

Jones's lips turned white, and his body trembled for a long time before he finally plucked up the courage to say, "Sir, don't worry. I'm with Whitechapel. As long as Miss Fiona and the others follow your instructions, Don’t touch felonies that have a large social impact, I can guarantee that they will not have problems. In addition, I believe that with your ability, even if you are transferred this time, you will definitely come back in a short time. I... No , everyone, we all have confidence in you."

Arthur heard this, just smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Don't be nervous, Jones, please sit down. I have never left, so what are you talking about? Speaking of which, I ask you to check, how is it going?" gone?"

Jones walked up to Arthur and sat down with heavy steps. He tremblingly took out a document from the cloth bag he carried and handed it over.

"This is the information that Miss Fiona and the others obtained after they sent people to follow up. Because the time is too tight, there are many things that have not been clarified yet. But if you are not in a hurry, there will definitely be supplementary things coming over later. Norton The addresses of Mr. and Mrs. Norton, as well as the recent itinerary and what they have done, have been written on it."

(End of this chapter)