shadow of britain

Chapter 98 Mingliang Star, Son of Morning

In Greenwich, night has fallen.

On Tuesday night, the sky was full of stars.

And on the roof of the small building under the starry sky, Arthur was holding a nautical binoculars and looking towards a house across the street.

This is exactly the rented house of Greenwich Police District's new superintendent Clayton Jones.

Looking through the lens, Arthur's red eyes saw the dark shadow behind the curtains of the house.

Sergeant Jones appeared to be packing his equipment, a police officer's knife, and a department-issued flintlock pistol.

In addition, Arthur also saw the phantoms of several necklaces and rings.

The viewing angle of the binoculars turned, and in the alley next to Jones' rented house, there was Tom dozing off against the wall.

And on the second floor of the hotel next door, it was Tony who gave Arthur a thumbs up, indicating that everything was normal.

On the street, it was Officer Dennis Lloyd, who was wearing a police uniform and performing normal night duty.

Arthur put away the binoculars and couldn't help admiring: "The thing I borrowed from Elder is really useful. The Royal Navy really has a lot of good things that I don't know about."

And Agares, who was standing beside him, was also watching the whole street with a telescope with great interest.

The Red Devil grinned, and waved at Arthur while watching: "Come on, Arthur, let me show you something good. Greenwich at night always makes me find something different."

Arthur took the binoculars from the Red Devil's hand, he only glanced at it, and couldn't help frowning.

"Three men and one woman? They're playing for fun, but it's best not to kill me. If a case arises because of this kind of thing, I don't know how to present the case to Scotland Yard!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!
It was midnight, and the church bell rang not far away.

Arthur looked down at his watch, the hour hand pointed to twelve o'clock, and the hunting season began.

The curtains in Jones' room were slightly drawn, revealing a pair of eyes from inside. He scanned the situation on the street and watched Officer Dennis go away.

Jones let out a slight breath, and the promise that Clemens made to him that day rang in his ears.

—When the Whigs come to power, you will succeed Arthur Hastings in the Greenwich Police District.

Jones clenched his fists and murmured, "Life, death, wealth, and wealth are all in one fell swoop."

His wife sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him worriedly: "Klayden, are you...are you alright?"

Jones turned around, glanced at the three children who were already asleep on the bed, smiled and sat next to his wife and touched her face.

"Don't worry, I'm going out and I'll be back soon."

The wife asked: "But...it's so late now, what are you going out for? Clayton, didn't you say that the bureau gave you a leave of absence? You have suffered such a serious injury, you should take a good rest. "

Jones was also a little moved when he heard this. He pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Injury is a trivial matter, making money is a major matter. I want to buy you beautiful new clothes so that you can live like a real lady. Children I'm going to start school soon, I have to save some tuition fees for them, I..."

When Mrs. Jones heard this, she couldn't help but raised her hand to cover his mouth: "Clayton, stop talking, I beg you not to talk."

She begged with tears: "You have been taking money from home for more than half a year. I asked the wives of other police officers, and they told me that their husbands did not take as much money as you did. Clayton, tell me Me, you... tell me the truth, what have you been doing for the past six months?"

Officer Jones also fell silent when he heard this. He looked at his tearful wife and held her in his arms.

"Honey, I can't help it. I think we can all live a good life, but the price of living a good life is that I need to do things that others dare not do. This is the way in this world. If you don't eat people, others will eat you."

Mrs. Jones shook her head, and she raised her tear-stained face to her husband's.

She always felt that this face was so familiar, yet so strange.

"Clayden, you've got a beard, you never used to. I remember when we lived in the country and you were a healthy, sunny lad.

Although our lives were tight and we worried about tomorrow's meals every day, we lived a very solid life at that time, unlike what we are now, where we are worried every day. "

Speaking of this, Mrs. Jones tremblingly took out a small mahogany box from under the bed, which was a token of love made by Jones himself.

When Jones saw the box, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Do you still have it?"

Mrs. Jones didn't speak, she just pulled out the lid of the box little by little, and there was 75 pounds in it.

She wiped the tears from her eyes, smiled and said to Jones: "Give these back to them, I didn't spend a penny. Although your salary is not much, it is much better than our previous days." .Let's start again, there will always be a good future.

Clayton, don't go tonight, I don't know why, I always feel flustered.Why don't you go tonight?Stay with me, and with the kids.They have rarely seen you in their waking hours since coming to London. "

Jones saw the money, and then looked at his wife's face. He was obviously smiling, but he always felt an inexplicable pain in the smile.

"It's too late...it's too late...Even if I want to get away, they won't let me go.

But don't worry, I'll be fine.There are many big people who are above me, and there are big people above the big people.

Everyone is living on this boat, so they can't just watch the boat leak, can they? "

He stood up, intending to open the door and go out.

But before he could go out, Mrs. Jones rushed up to him and grabbed his hand firmly: "You can't go anywhere today!"

Looking at his wife, Jones just smiled and shook his head. He raised his hand and opened his wife's fists one by one.

He whispered next to his wife's ear: "I'm sorry, dear, I've gone too far, so far that I can't turn back."

……

Arthur stood on the roof and witnessed all this happening. For some unknown reason, the Red Devil presented all the dialogues in front of his eyes.

Arthur was smoking a pipe slowly, he asked, "Agares, what are you doing?"

The Red Devil looked at the white crescent moon, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face bathed in the moonlight.

"Arthur, isn't that what you said? You want to know everything, and since you want to know everything, then I will grant your wish. This time is a special service, no fee is charged, and no commitment is required from you .”

Arthur sucked the last of the tobacco from his pipe, then pinned the ash to the rail.

"Devil's free business? Am I the first to be treated like this?"

Agares just smiled: "That's not true, it's just that no one has received this service for a long time."

Arthur glanced at him, didn't speak, just walked down the stairs step by step.

The Red Devil asked, "Where are you going?"

Arthur's voice came slowly: "Fred's detective agency, since Jones has decided to go, then I'll stop him there in advance, and save running around."

Agares looked at his receding back, raised his palm, and his fingertips were dancing with flames.

He looked up at the stars in the sky, and muttered some words that only the devil could understand, as if he was asking questions, but also seemed to be answering them.

The memories that traveled through the millennium came to his mind again, and he seemed to have some doubts and confusion.

"O bright star, son of the morning! How have you fallen from heaven? How have you been cut down to the ground, you who conquered the nations?

You said in your heart: I will ascend to heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of the gods, I will sit on the mountain of assembly, in the extreme north, I will ascend above the high clouds, I will be with you The Supreme is equal.

Yet you will go down to Sheol, to the very depths of the pit.Everyone who sees you will look at you, and watch you, and say, "Is this the man who made the earth tremble, who shook the nations, who made the world like a wilderness, who overthrew cities, who did not let the captives go home?"
The kings of the nations sleep peacefully in the glory of their own mansions.

But you are forsaken from your grave, like an abominable branch, clothed with slain, pierced with the sword, and thrown down to the stones in the pit.

You are like a trampled corpse, and you shall not be buried with kings, because you have corrupted your kingdom and slain your people, and the name of the offspring of the wicked shall never be spoken of. "

Agares opened the parchment roll under his arm again, pushed his monocle, and muttered to himself.

"Come on, Arthur, let me see what you choose."

　Counting that I owe 5 chapters today, I have been in a bad state for the past two days. I have been stuck, and I also apologize to the book friends. Starting tomorrow, I will pay 1 chapter a day, 3-4 chapters a day, and try to finish it within a week.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)