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Chapter 135 Leaving and Appearing

"I am here today, in my own name, to announce my resignation as Foreign Secretary. Over the past year, I have been delighted to have served Her Majesty the Queen and the Imperial Government and people as a Cabinet Secretary."

The Earl of Granville stood in the garden at the gate of No. 10 Downing Street. There was a temporary podium in front of him, and 10 steps opposite him were crowded with reporters from different newspapers and news media. with the videographer.

When His Excellency the Earl's lengthy speech was over, the reporters picked up their notebooks one after another, raised their right hands high, and scrambled to ask Mr. Earl their own questions.

"There is no question session, thank you, there is no question session." Mills tried to calm the emotions of everyone, but the reporters obviously didn't like him.

"Your Excellency, do you think your resignation has something to do with yesterday's scandal?" Even though they were not allowed to speak, some bold reporters rushed to ask their own questions loudly. After all, sometimes for the media, there is no A response is also a response.

"No comment, everyone has no comment." Earl Granville waved goodbye to everyone and fled.

"Monsieur Earl, do you think the Prime Minister had prior knowledge of this scandal?"

"Mr. Earl, did you resign voluntarily or did you choose to resign under pressure from the party?"

Although Granville ran away, the tricky question would not let him go so easily. Fortunately, the staff of the Prime Minister's Mansion had already made preparations, and they opened a special passage for Earl Granville to Temporary access, thus avoiding the huge group of reporters.

The reporters located outside No. 10 Downing Street saw the main character running away, so they had no choice but to put down the camera equipment in their hands, pack up and prepare to go home.

As they walked towards the outside of the street, they chatted and complained to each other:

"I'll bet you a pound that Glanville had to resign because of pressure from the Prime Minister."

"I don't quite believe it. After all, with that level of scandal, it seems that it is not impossible for him to forcefully hold on to this position. Of course, the premise is that he has the support of Mr. Prime Minister."

"My impression is that the Prime Minister has always relied heavily on the Earl of Granville in terms of foreign policy. According to common sense, he will not let go so easily. In fact, I thought it would take at least a few rounds of back and forth with public opinion, the Earl of Granville It is possible to step down." A seasoned and prudent reporter said.

"Politics is always so merciless. Mr. Gladstone may have found a better candidate for Foreign Secretary long ago, and he is worried that he has no excuse to change someone."

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that. The content of today's interview is enough for us to write several analysis articles."

Speaking of this, the few people just walked to the intersection of the street. They carried the equipment into the carriage belonging to their own newspaper, and then prepared to go back to write today's manuscript.

But at this moment, a sharp-eyed reporter suddenly noticed that not far away, there was another carriage that seemed to have the logo of his newspaper printed on it, and it was driving towards this side at high speed.

"Hey guys, what do you see?" He pointed to several carriages approaching in the distance: "I seem to have seen the sign of our newspaper, and some of yours."

"Really." Several reporters poked their heads out and recognized the logo of their own newspaper: "Isn't the interview here over? Why are you sending more people?"

"Stop and ask and you'll know, I have a hunch that something must have happened." The reporter who first noticed the anomaly reached out and stopped the carriage belonging to their newspaper: "Hey guys, what happened? "

The window of the carriage opened, and a reporter poked his head out and shouted loudly: "Has anyone seen the Earl of Granville? Last night Scotland Yard found a female body in the lake in Hyde Park. The deceased was identified as Alian." Miss Na, that's right, the Miss Alena you know, she is also suspected to be one of the victims who was raped by the Earl of Granville."

"Oh my god, this is too explosive." A few reporters ran towards No. 10 Downing Street, ignoring their colleagues who were still moving the equipment. Wherever he went, they had to find him to get first-hand information.

What?Downing Street doesn't cooperate?

Guys, it's time to put some pressure on His Excellency the Prime Minister.
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"Alena, where are you?" Patrick hadn't seen Aliena since he left the bracelet last night.

Blocked by the police, he could not enter the Windmill Theater to find Aliena, so he could only wander outside the theater.But what he didn't know was that Aliena had already left the Windmill Theater last night.

After seeing Queenie's body, Aliena lost some motivation and faith to survive.Although her apparent character was carefree, even a little arrogant and unreasonable, it was impossible for a person to be unmoved by his own death, even someone like Aliena who seemed somewhat optimistic.

In fact, death has always been a hurdle in Aliena's heart, but before last night, she could at least comfort herself that her death was meaningful because she protected Queenie.

But what happened last night broke the last fulcrum of her spirit.

Queenie died, in such a cruel and disgraceful manner, in the sight of everyone.

It was difficult for Aliena to accept that picture and that result.

After seeing Queenie's body, the only thought in her mind was to leave.Leaving here, leaving the Windmill Theater, the farther the better, although she didn't have any destination, she still left resolutely.

However, the idea of ​​leaving was hasty and inconsiderate. At that time, she didn't even think about how long she could survive independently in the world in her current state without the help of the solid soul bracelet.
She didn't have an answer at first, but as time passed, the answer gradually became clear.

12 hours.

At this time, 8 hours had passed since she left Patrick, and in the past 8 hours, Aliena clearly felt that her soul was constantly weakening and dissipating.With this weakening, that point in time of the limit becomes more and more visible.

She knew that she could only last for more than three hours at most. If this period of time passed and she still couldn't find Patrick, she would usher in a complete death and disappear into this world.

She knew that the most important thing she should do at this time was to go back in the direction of the Windmill Theater, where Patrick might still be waiting.

But she doesn't want to go back.

The thought of death in her heart at this time even surpassed the thought of survival.

"What a beautiful little girl, what a pity." Suddenly, an abrupt voice reached Aliena's ears.

What kind of voice is this, that voice is deep and magnetic, but at the same time has the charm of a mature woman, like a lazy cat, but it makes people feel extremely luxurious.

The voice was so sexy that Aliena, who had lost her will, couldn't help but look up.

With just one glance, that figure was completely engraved in her heart like a trace left by a soldering iron.

"Want revenge? Little girl? At the end of the story, only the bad guys can't survive." The sexy figure teased her death with casual words, but miraculously, Aliena didn't feel offended.

Then she saw that figure, stretching out her right hand to her in the morning sun:
"I can help you, of course there is a price, but you don't need to pay now. If you agree, grab my hand."

As if by coincidence, Aliena stretched out her right hand without hesitation, and shook the opponent's right hand.Logically speaking, she is in the state of the soul at this time, and cannot touch people in reality, but at this moment, she feels that she has really grasped the right hand stretched out by the lady opposite. Haven't felt it for days.

"Are you an angel, ma'am?" Aliena couldn't help asking.

"No, I'm a demon." The lady smiled and raised her lips with bright lipstick: "Of course, you can also call me by my name, Irene Adler."

(End of this chapter)