shadow of britain

Chapter 50 Locked Up

Arthur was sitting in the office of the district police station, in front of him was the investigation report he had just received from the Duke of Sussex.

According to the records of this investigation report, there are as many as 45 known missing persons.

45 people sounds like a lot.

But if it is placed in the general population of St. Giles Parish, it will look mediocre.

According to relevant documents of the Ministry of the Interior, as the most notorious slum in bustling West London, the number of houses in St. Giles Parish is between 5500 and 6000, and the average number of people living in each house has reached a staggering 12.7 people.

In the most chaotic area of ​​Crow's Nest in St. Giles Parish, this number can even be increased to 18 people per building.

In other words, at least 7 poor Londoners were squeezed into this ancient parish known as a haven for criminals and the best hiding place.

If it were in other parishes with good law and order, the disappearance of 45 people would definitely have made headlines.

But in the parish of St. Giles, the event did not even stir a wave, where the traffic was so narrow and congested that even the best-lit avenues were not as bright as the lanes around Trafalgar Square.

Just enter this parish, look up, there are illegal extension roofs everywhere, and in the deepest part of the road, you never know what the hell is waiting for you, so not even the bravest police officers in Scotland Yard Too daring to set foot here late at night.

In fact, in the early days of Scotland Yard's establishment, there was a large-scale renovation of St. Giles Parish, but the result of the enhanced patrols was that the area was attacked by the police thirteen times in a month, and one policeman was almost attacked by several police officers. Mob beatings cost lives.

Since that time, the police inspector in charge of the parish of St. Giles has ordered that the supervision of the area be relaxed, and only two routine patrols are conducted during the day, and the patrols must be accompanied by more than three police officers.

Arthur looked at the material in hand, and muttered to himself: "There is only St. Giles Diocese in West London that can keep such a big case under wraps. However, the missing list seems to be It's kind of weird."

Agares on the side heard the words and leaned over to look at it: "Let me take a look."

The Red Devil glanced at the missing information, and couldn't help grinning.

"Oh! This is my favorite puzzle game.

Tsk tsk tsk, Arthur, this question is not easy to solve, you have to consider a lot of factors.

Anyone who confuses any of these points will be missing the slightest bit, and it will be a thousand miles away. "

Arthur raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you got the answer?"

"of course."

Agares rubbed his hands and said with a smirk: "But if you want to know, we have to make a deal. A reminder in exchange for one of my needs."

Arthur saw through the red devil's language trap at a glance. He crossed his hands behind his head, then leaned back in the chair, and opened his mouth while shaking his legs.

"A need? It's not even just a soul. Agares, you're setting the price on the ground. But it doesn't matter what price you ask, I don't intend to satisfy you anyway."

When the Red Devil heard this, his left eye instantly widened like a two-meter-high pendulum clock, and his bloodshot pupils almost jumped over the desk to touch Arthur's nose.

"Hey! Arthur, fuck you! I didn't say you couldn't bargain."

"I'm sorry. Even with a devil like you, I don't like doing business on credit."

Arthur held the white porcelain teacup in one hand and the information in the other, and examined it repeatedly, finally allowing him to conclude something.

Although the age of the missing persons ranges from six or seven years old to four to fifty years old, the distribution range is extremely wide, and there is no pattern to be found at all.

But what is strange is that the gender distribution of the missing persons is extremely weird. Among them, there are as many as 36 men, and only nine of them are women.

Of the nine women who went missing, eight more disappeared after being released from prison.

Only one woman actually disappeared from the streets.

As for the missing males, 24 were missing from prisons and 12 were missing from the streets. The overall distribution is relatively even.

Of course, the regularity in this kind of statistics may not be completely reliable.

Because this is only the number of missing people known to the Duke of Sussex, and it does not represent all missing data.

Still, the part where the prison is missing should be relatively solid.Because the information on missing persons in these prisons can be compared and verified with the relevant archives of the Ministry of the Interior, Scotland Yard and the London District Magistrates Court during this period.

As for the missing part on the street, it's hard to say.

If you want to draw a real conclusion, I'm afraid you still have to find a few people who are familiar with the diocese of St. Giles to conduct an in-depth investigation.

And the reason why he was waiting in the office today was precisely to wait for someone who was familiar with St. Giles Parish.

Arthur was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard a fierce quarrel outside the door.

"Damn it! Why did you arrest me? Didn't I just go to the store to buy something? I neither stole nor robbed, you let me go back quickly!"

"You still dare to be stubborn, are you buying something? Keep shouting, be careful I will beat you with a civilized battle!"

As soon as Arthur heard the voice, he knew that it must be Tony standing outside the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Officer Tony holding a civilized weapon and preparing to hit a handcuffed suspect head-on.

Arthur quickly stopped him: "Tony, what are you doing?"

The suspect saw the star of Buzz on Arthur's epaulettes, and hurriedly ran behind him and hid.

He shouted: "Mr. Police Officer, I want to complain to your subordinates about arresting good citizens with disrespect!"

Arthur frowned and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Tony blushed with anger and his neck was thick. He pinched his waist and panted heavily, and cursed: "Arthur, don't listen to this bastard. This kid is a current criminal. I was nearby when the crime happened. The victim ran out to ask for help. , I called the police on the spot, so he can't even try to hide."

"What crime did he commit?"

Tony held back for a long time, and said angrily, "Let him speak for himself!"

Arthur turned his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

The suspect looked innocent and said: "Mr. Police Officer, I just went to the store to buy something. I went to the store to buy some food for my pet dog, but the female storekeeper saw that I was not neatly dressed, so she suspected that I was a thief or a robber. Bandit, she will only sell it if I let me lead the dog there."

"Then did you take it?"

"Of course, even if I want to prove that I have the financial resources to keep a dog, I have to take it over! But the next day, when I went to buy food for my pet cat, she asked me to bring the cat back."

"Then did you hug it?"

"Of course! I'm a good-natured, law-abiding citizen!"

Arthur scratched his head in confusion, and asked, "Tony, isn't this normal? Why did you arrest him?"

Hearing this, Tony stared angrily and said, "Two days ago it was normal, but this guy bought toilet paper today!"

"Lock it up and lock it up. You lock him up first, and when Tom comes, you two come to my office together."

"Alas! Mr. Inspector, Mr. Inspector! I am wronged! I am wronged!"

When Police Officer Tony heard that the suspect dared to cry for injustice, he immediately became angry, and went up and gave him a stick: "Be honest! Fuck, who made you take off your pants and shit in the store! Lock you up for three days , calm down for me!"

(End of this chapter)