shadow of britain

Chapter 70 Utilitarianism
The public carriage was rickety, Arthur sat on the carriage and looked out the window, while the little policeman Field sat awkwardly aside.

Although there is not much difference in age between the two, even Field is a little older.

However, I don't know why, maybe it's a matter of personal aura, or maybe it's because of Arthur's unchanging expression, Field always feels an invisible pressure.

He was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking: "Sir, how did you find out those cases? You may not know, but the rumors have been going crazy in our place these days, and you can see through that hotel in a few words." The truth about the murders, it's just amazing."

"Is it amazing?"

Arthur leaned against the window: "If you put your heart into it, you can too in the future.

As long as it is a murder case, it is nothing more than those few rules, either because of feelings, or because of interests.

Although there are indeed people with no conscience and little humanity in this world, they are very few after all. You may not meet such people in ten years of handling a case, and it is difficult to find the pattern of those people killing people, it is very likely Just a temporary idea.

To deal with those people, in most cases, they can only be tracked and pursued by technical means.

However, a minority is a minority after all. For most cases, you just need to reason logically.

Generally speaking, it is because as long as a person lives in this society, he will always have some sociality in him.

Of course, society is changing, so people's sociality is also changing, which is indeed worth noting. "

Field asked curiously: "Is there any difference between the current society and the previous society?"

Arthur pursed his lips and said, "Haven't you heard the priests' announcements on the street?

They said that since the 19th century, everyone has been looking at money, and that old and beautiful England is gone forever.

Therefore, there are fewer people who kill for love, and those who kill for honor disappear, and the rest are all for money and profit.

Although they didn't say this out of justice, after all, the clergy are well known to hate the factory owner group.

But sometimes looking back, what the priests said can't be wrong.

Because if you don't have a clue about a case, trying to start with the suspect's money bills can often lead to unexpected discoveries.

And there are muggers, pickpockets and thieves on the streets of London.

From day to night, prostitutes can be seen everywhere.

Those lawmakers said the ordeal sharpened their spirits and made them better people.

But they just don't mention that suffering has brought a juvenile crime rate as high as 30.00% in the East End of London.

They also say that poverty is caused by laziness, but they don't mention that the average working day in a London factory is more than fifteen hours.

As you may not know, I studied History in college.

So I know that even in the dark and dull Middle Ages, poor people would not live like this.

At that time, they could still have a small stone house in the countryside and pick up firewood in the fields to burn.

But now?

You're probably breaking the law collecting firewood in a country field because it's not your land and the farmers have lost their land.

Not to mention the workers. I know that in Whitechapel, more than 1 people from [-] to [-] families live in [-] small shabby houses.

And it's not just an exception, because places like Beitner Green or St Giles are even worse than that.

Many London workers started working in factories at the age of six, and if they were unlucky, they would fall ill in their teens.

Then, there is nowhere else to want them.

They can only live on the streets, men sell their violence, women sell their bodies.

And we, the police, had to put them in jail and fine them.

They might also get some sympathy when they go to jail for the first time.

When I go to prison for the second time, maybe I can get some understanding.

But what about the third and fourth time?

Then the jury and the justice of the peace would be merciless.

So, in fact, as long as a poor person commits the first crime, his fate is already doomed.

Either on the gallows, or in exile in Australia, without exception.

They have already lived like this, but after they die, someone will steal their bodies and take them..."

When Arthur said this, he suddenly felt a little out of breath in his chest, and he remembered what he saw at St. Thomas Hospital that day.

He took out his pipe and was about to light it, but he hesitated and put it back in his pocket.

Seeing this, Field quickly waved his hand and said, "You smoke yours, I don't care about this."

Arthur smiled and shook his head when he heard the words: "But I care."

Field looked at Arthur, and asked strangely: "So, you want to hang those who steal corpses, kill and sell corpses, and those doctors together so much?"

Arthur didn't shy away: "From a moral point of view, yes. But from a legal point of view, a corpse is a corpse. We can only hang those who actually kill people, but we can't hang those who pay for them to kill of."

Field thought for a while, and he asked, "Is that right?"

Arthur looked out the window, the rain was still falling: "I don't know if it's right. I'm just a policeman. I was told to protect justice and justice, but I don't know what justice and justice are. At least We don’t have the written laws right now because I know a lot of people don’t agree with it.”

The figure of the Red Devil flickered behind him. After disappearing overnight, Agares was dressed differently today.

Not only did he throw away the pitchfork that he carried with him, but he also changed into a black robe and even a pair of glasses.

Standing on his shoulder was a black raven with blood-red eyes summoned from nowhere, with a scroll of parchment written in incomprehensible words in his hand.

Agares grinned, rubbed his palms and said, "Arthur, why are you thinking so much? Your justice is justice, and your axiom is axiom.

As long as you make up your mind, I can give you the location of the murderer right now.The price is very fair and very cheap.

Let's get this case over quickly, and then we can move on to greater things. "

Arthur ignored him, but looked out of the window. The road ahead seemed to be crowded with many people, and even the speed of the carriage slowed down.

Arthur opened the window and looked out, the streets here looked very familiar to him.

This was Gower Street in Bloomsbury, London, where he had been for four years.

As soon as his head stuck out of the window, he felt a solid slap on the back of his head.

Arthur turned his head to look, just in time to meet Elder's crooked smiling face.

"Arthur! My good brother! I knew you would definitely come today. After all, the one who visited the school to give a speech today is Jeremy Bentham, the spiritual mentor of us University of London students!"

"Jeremy Bentham?" Arthur was silent for a moment, he seemed to remember something: "Utilitarianism?"

(End of this chapter)