shadow of britain

Chapter 64 Arthur's Redemption and Hell
Arthur sat in the rickety carriage, his face expressionless.

His body was wet everywhere, and the weather was bad today. He ran several streets before he found a public carriage that was operating in the morning.

The coachman held the reins in both hands, he saw Arthur covered in rain through the car window, and asked embarrassedly: "Mr. Police Officer, do you need a towel?

I have one for wiping sweat, if you don't mind it, use it first.The towel was hanging on the armrest inside the carriage, and that was the white one. "

Arthur's body was shivering from the cold, he forced a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, then I will not be polite."

While wiping the police uniform with a towel, he heard the laughter of the driver at the other end of the carriage.

The coachman hid under the rain shield stretched out from the top of the car, and smiled cheerfully while driving.

"It's okay, it's a bit embarrassing to say it. You look quite like the little nephew I brought up with one hand, with the same facial features and outline, even the hair is black, and you look healthy.

If he stays in the country, maybe he can be a Scotland Yard policeman like you, and your income must be pretty good, after all, most people can't afford to ride a public carriage. "

"Income..." Arthur paused for a moment, he thought of many things: "It's not bad, at least I can survive."

The coachman said with a smile: "Indeed, these days, a job that can survive is a good job.

My nephew borrowed money to go to the North American colonies by boat because he couldn't survive in his hometown.

I heard from them that the North American colonies are not like ours. There is a shortage of manpower there. Whether it is farming as a farmer or working in a factory, there is a good salary.

Alas, half a year has passed in a flash, and I don't know how my nephew is doing in North America, and I don't remember to write a letter to his uncle. "

Arthur comforted: "Maybe the letter I wrote hasn't been delivered yet. After all, it will take more than half a month for the cruise ship to travel from Boston on the east coast of North America to Liverpool in China at the fastest."

The coachman asked with interest: "You seem to know a lot about North America. How do you know that it takes more than half a month by boat?"

Arthur smiled: "Because I just refunded a boat ticket to Boston not long ago."

"Refund? You also planned to go to North America before?"

The coachman was puzzled and said, "Why? Don't you have a pretty good job? Only those of us who can't survive would want to go to North America to try our luck."

With a towel in Arthur's hand, he stared at the foggy rain outside the car window, and the emotions revealed in his tone were a bit complicated and meaningless.

"There are many, very complicated reasons for this."

The coachman looked back at the young man, then shook his head incomprehensibly, his eyes shone with a reddish light like the flames sprayed from the red devil's mouth.

"Young man, you seem to have something on your mind. However, as someone who has experienced it, I still want to talk nonsense to you.

There is only one most important thing for people to live in this world, and that is to survive.

People live to live, don't look for any meaning, because life has no meaning.

The so-called meaning is a reason people make up for themselves in order to live.

If this reason doesn't make sense, then let's change the reason. Anyway, there are many reasons, and there is always one that suits you. "

Having said that, the wheels of the stagecoach stopped slowly.

The coachman stretched his hand back and shouted loudly: "Mr. Inspector, St. Thomas' Hospital is here. The road is not far away. I will charge you a starting price, one shilling."

Two coins were pressed into the driver's palm.

The coachman was taken aback, looked at the two coins in his hand and asked, "Sir, it's one shilling, not two shillings."

Arthur got out of the carriage, adjusted his police uniform, and stepped on his riding boots on the rain-soaked stone bricks.

"Just take it, as you said, these two shillings are the reason I make up for my life, the meaning of my life."

He walked towards the gate of St. Thomas' Hospital, leaving muddy footprints along the way.

The outline of Agares gradually flowed out of the coachman's torso, and the boiling oil on the top of the Red Devil's head was tumbling, and there seemed to be a fire burning between his eyes.

He was furious, and although his trembling moan was insignificant, it seemed to be able to tear apart the gloomy sky and the pouring rain all over the street.

There seemed to be many voices buried behind time in his ears, and he remembered many distant memories that he didn't want to think of.

— Behold, my servant.What I support, what I choose, and what my heart delights in!I have given him my Spirit, and he will bring justice to the Gentiles.

—He made no noise, nor raised his voice, nor let his voice be heard in the street.A bruised reed he does not break.He will not blow out the fading lamp, but he will spread the truth by truth.

—to be a light to the Gentiles, and to preach the truth to the Gentiles.The savior chosen by God, the one who is pleased in his heart, God will give him the Holy Spirit, he will spread justice to the Gentiles, be the light of the Gentiles, heal the blind, save the prisoners, lead out those who are in sin, and help us hand.

Agares covered his head, his face full of disbelief: "It's...it's you?"

Arthur stood quietly outside the window of the anatomy room of St. Thomas' Hospital, and he saw that it was crowded with King's College medical students who came to class.

The cold wind blew off his round black hat, and the cold raindrops slapped his face, but when the rain pooled on his jaw, there was a sudden warmth.

The touch was so hot that it was so hot that he wanted to peel off his face.

From time to time in the classroom, the voice of the medical professor teaching the class can be heard.

"Students, please get closer. Today's example is a bit special. It is a young female who is less than ten years old. We can see that the deceased's lungs are slightly whitish and partially powdered. He should have died of a lung-related disease." .Lung disease is now so common among our worker population that we are working on gas medicines, precisely to..."

Arthur's hand holding the police officer's knife trembled slightly. He inhaled continuously and inhaled again. He felt that his ears could no longer hear clearly, and his eyes were close to blindness.

He felt like the whole world was spinning, and he felt dizzy.

He felt a manic depression in his chest, and he had to kill several people to let go of this knot.

He gritted his teeth, and a half hoarse voice came out of his mouth: "Who did it?"

The Red Devil stood behind him, and he stared fixedly at Arthur, his eyes full of disbelief.

Arthur turned around and picked up the collar of the Red Devil and knocked him against the wall: "Agares! I ask you who did it! Can't you hear me?! Can't you answer all the mysteries in the world? ?! Who did it? Tell me now, and I will pay you as many souls as you want!"

Agares was hit by him, and his head was sober.

The Red Devil took a deep breath, pressed his hands down and said, "Arthur, calm down, calm down first."

"How do you ask me to calm down?! How do you ask me to explain to Adam! Did you ask me to tell him that his friend, that cute little girl, Robin, was put in St. Thomas' Hospital with her intestines broken? In the anatomy classroom!"

Agares reminded: "Arthur, I know you are suffering. And I told you that you shouldn't come here, just like that Charles Darwin said, kind people should stay away from the hospital. Something in there is...very...very bloody..."

"Is this a bloody question! Why did she die, and how did the body get here after death?!
I... I shouldn't have listened to Scotland Yard in the first place, if I hadn't done what they asked me to do and had made the news public, maybe nothing would have happened to Robin...

I...it's all my fault..."

Arthur panted heavily and held his heart against the corner of the wall. Only with such strength could he not fall down.

"Arthur, don't blame yourself too much." The Red Devil put his shoulders on his shoulders and comforted him: "This little girl didn't live long in the first place, and it wasn't your fault."

"Arthur! It's bad! Robin is missing!"

Suddenly, a burst of shouting sounded.

Arthur looked up, and it was Tom and Tony who were supposed to pick up Robin to see a doctor, and Adam who was held in Tom's arms.

Arthur saw them and hurriedly wanted to stand up, but he tried to get up several times, but fell into the puddle.

Seeing this, Tony hurried up and ran up to help him up.

But when he ran to the window of the anatomy classroom, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

Tony looked at the situation inside, almost instantly, he felt his head was full of blood, and two lines of tears flowed out.

"I... I'm fucking... I'm fucking killing these idiots!!!"

He pulled out the police officer's knife and wanted to rush into the classroom like an angry black bear.

But before they could act, they were hugged by Arthur from behind, and the two of them exerted force in opposite directions, and finally they all fell heavily into the mud.

Tony tried to break Arthur's hand with his hands, but the arm, which was as strong as an iron clamp, did not loosen anyway.

"Arthur, you...you let me go! You fucking let me go! I won't kill these people, you...after you let me die, how...how will you face God?"

"Tony, you can't go." Arthur's hoarse voice sounded: "You are about to start a family, you can't do this kind of thing."

With tears in his eyes, Tony cursed, "What kind of fucking family do you want to start! Arthur, don't think that you are the only policeman, and so am I!"

"Then you can't go either."

"why?"

"Because it's my order."

"Fuck your fucking orders!"

Tony knelt down on his knees, he hugged his head to the sky and screamed, in the rain, only his bloodshot eyes could be seen.

"what!!!!!!!!!"

Tom pulled up behind with Adam in his arms, overwhelmed by Tony's reaction.

"Arthur, Tony, what's the matter with you?"

Arthur raised his hand to Tom, who swallowed and said, "Don't come, Tom, you and Adam stay there."

Tom was stunned: "Is this also an order?"

"No, it's not." Arthur's hair was wet on his head, making him look embarrassed: "This is just a request, if you want me to feel better, don't come over, I'll go over."

Arthur clutched his analgesic heart and walked towards Tom. He squatted down and put his eyes on Adam's level.

"Adam, I don't know how to tell you. I...I'm sorry for you, and even more...for Robin. You believed in me so much, but I...I, I'm sorry, I let you down."

When Adam heard this, his eyes slowly widened. The nine-year-old child seemed to understand something.

All the boys who came out of St. Giles parish always matured earlier than their peers, and he understood the meaning of Arthur's words.

"Mr. Hastings..."

Arthur hardly dared to look at him: "I...I'm really sorry for you."

Adam's eyes were full of tears. He stretched out his arms to hug Arthur's head, and put his face on the top of Arthur's head: "You have never sorry me for anything, even if you have, I am willing to forgive you."

Arthur knelt down on his knees, he slowly closed his eyes, and the excitement finally returned to calm amidst the torrential rain.

"Adam, I assure you, and I assure Robin, that I will not spare anyone involved in the disappearance of St. Giles parish."

He took a deep breath, stroked his wet hair back with his hands, and then stood up and said to Tom.

"Tom, send at once to the Magistrates' Court for a search warrant for St Thomas' Hospital, King's College."

Then, he yelled at Tony who was crying behind him: "Tony! If you want revenge, come with me to the Ministry of Internal Affairs now. The investigation of this disappearance case will belong to the London Metropolitan Police Team Greenwich Police District!"

(End of this chapter)