shadow of britain

Chapter 63 Darkness and Light

The rain outside the window pattered.

It rained all night in London and continued until dawn.

On the window glass of Arthur's residence, there are traces of sticky rainwater everywhere.

Agares sat by the window, looking at the sun struggling to get up in the gaps in the dark clouds in the sky, and just took a deep breath.

He held a small piece of paper in his hand, which was the address of the Gas Research Institute that Faraday gave Arthur yesterday.

Faraday's words seemed to be echoing in the ears of the Red Devil.

"The Gas Institute was originally built in Clifton. After the establishment of King's College in 1828, it was merged into St. Thomas' Hospital, a teaching hospital affiliated to King's College. Its address is located in Southwark, Bessemer Road, on the south bank of the Thames. Number 10."

The rain on the window sill was dripping, and Agares' fingers danced along with it, jingling against the edge of the window frame. symphony.

He slowly closed his eyelids, humming a sleeping song, and the magical melody lingered in every corner of the room, as if he wanted the world to fall into a never-awakening tranquility with the singing.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, but Agares's singing was getting weaker.

He opened his eyes, and suddenly found that Arthur had woken up at some point, and he was sitting at the table by the window, quietly staring at the heavy rain that almost turned the city of London into a vast ocean.

"Woke up so early?" Agares muttered, "It shouldn't be, my song..."

"I didn't fall asleep at all." Arthur held a cold teacup in his hand: "You sang like a mosquito for most of the night, and no one else could fall asleep."

"Really?" Agares smiled awkwardly: "I thought you fell asleep. You didn't close your eyes all night, why don't you go back to bed and lie down for a while now? I'll wake you up at some point, and the sun hasn't risen yet."

"No need."

Arthur rubbed his sore shoulders: "As soon as I lay on the bed, I was thinking, can the gas research institute recommended by Mr. Faraday really cure Robin? Although it may be the best research institute for treating lung diseases in the whole of Great Britain , but I still feel uneasy.

After all, you also said before that Robin's illness is not curable, and even a supernatural devil like you can't do anything about it.Can the Gas Research Institute really come up with a reasonable treatment plan? "

Hearing this, Agares laughed and leaned against the edge of the window.

"That's right, that little girl's illness is really troublesome. But it's not that even the devil can't help it. At least I, the devil, have a way. It's just that I can't use that method because of some special reasons."

"Special reason?" Arthur frowned and looked at Agares: "What special reason? Are you trying to take this opportunity to instigate me to kill people and steal my soul again?"

"No, no, no." Agares shook his fingers disdainfully: "Arthur, I want to instigate you to kill, there is no need to adopt such a method.

The souls of those ordinary people are not so exciting to me.Just like this world, there are grades of people, and souls also have sourness and sweetness.

Don't always think of me so badly. If I really only wanted the benefits in front of me, I wouldn't wait for someone like you to appear before signing the contract. "

Arthur glanced at him: "Long line, big fish?"

Agares smiled and said: "That's right! The bigger the fish, the richer its experience, the easier it is to hide in it, and the harder it is to catch. The longer the line, the closer it is to the center of the pool, the more likely it is to catch it. The more concealed, the easier it is for big fish to take the bait."

"But you haven't told me why you couldn't save Robin."

"why?"

The meaning in Agares' words is difficult to understand: "Because this is a human world after all. If a soul falls into the hands of the devil, it must be because someone made a deal with the devil. If a soul is redeemed, it is also because human relationship.

Arthur, you must know that it is easy to kill, but it is difficult to save. This is an eternal theorem, and it has been an iron law since King Solomon. "

Arthur held his teacup and looked at him: "So you are making me believe in science? A devil, making me believe in science. The struggling dead can only count on God. This world is indeed too absurd."

In the past, Agares would definitely jump up from the window sill when he heard such words, but for some reason, he was uncharacteristically calm today.

The Red Devil opened the window, allowing the cold wind from outside to blow in, and the cold rain sprinkled on Arthur's pajamas, causing him to curse repeatedly.

"Agares, how did I offend you today? Shut the windows! Although it's June now, it's still unbearably cold when it rains in the morning. You know, this ghost in London weather!"

But Agares didn't seem to hear Arthur's words, he said inexplicably.

"Arthur, do you know that being God is not as comfortable as you mortals think. God doesn't always live in heaven, and even he has his own hell."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, I said it's raining like this today, how can I go to the gas research institute?

The roads are full of sewage, and there is mud everywhere. Didn't you just buy a new pair of boots?

Those new, beautiful, spotless riding boots.

I promise, as long as you dare to go out today, your boots will be ruined.

You listen to me, don't go out today.

Don't go anywhere today, just sit in the office of the district police station, let's have some tea and read the newspaper.

At noon, make an appointment with your nonchalant friend, and that Darwin, and let's have a good talk about monkeys...

Don't worry about the disappearance case at Scotland Yard. Get through this period safely and smoothly, and you will be promoted again soon. After that, we can climb to higher places step by step.

There are countless souls there, and there are countless beauties, wealth, status, power, everything you want is there. "

When Arthur heard this, his brows suddenly frowned, his back gradually straightened, and his tone of voice became stiff.

"Agares."

The Red Devil crossed his fingers and dodged his eyes: "What's your problem?"

"I asked a question, but you didn't even ask me for a soul. It really doesn't look like you. What are you hiding from me?"

"Arthur!" The Red Devil suddenly said angrily, "I said before, it's better to know something than to know it! You don't have the ability to know!"

Arthur took a deep breath, and he snatched the note from Agareth's hand. He held the address firmly in his hand, as if it was engraved in his palm.

Arthur's eyes fixed on the Red Devil, and after a dead silence, he seemed to know something.

He took a deep breath, put on his police uniform and gloves, and after hesitating for a moment, he took hold of the police officer's knife hanging by the bed.

Seeing this, Agares hurriedly stopped him and said, "Arthur, you can't go anywhere today!"

Arthur turned his head to look at the Red Devil, and there was no expression on his face.

"Agares, children are afraid of the dark, which is understandable and not terrible.

The scariest thing in this world, do you know what it is?It is adults who are afraid of the light. "

After saying that, he put down the angry red devil, opened the door, stepped on his riding boots, and ran down the stairs with heavy steps.

Seeing this, the Red Devil was furious.

He cursed loudly: "Arthur, you won't be able to take it, you fool!"

(End of this chapter)