Shadow of great britain

A straight dark blue turtleneck tuxedo, a three-star Bath epaulette that shines like a star, spotless white gloves, slender and close-fitting flawless trousers, a bright silver buckle, and a handy police officer's knife hanging on the waist. .

Arthur dipped his hands in some water and carefully moved his hair back.

After making sure everything was flawless, he finally put on the tall hat with the emblem of the Metropolitan Police, symbolizing the Scotland Yard police.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and he returned to his familiar appearance.

It was only three days, but it felt like a lifetime ago for him.

He stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in the mirror, slowly raised his hand and saluted.

Agares's voice sounded faintly: "Inspector of the Greenwich District of the London Metropolitan Police, East London Region, Arthur Hastings, tut tut tut..."

Arthur straightened his collar: "Agares, why do you sound sour? I am just a small police inspector, managing 4 police substations. How can I compare with you, who commands 31 demons? Where is the Legion’s Duke of Hell?”

"Oh..." Agares covered his mouth and said: "That's all in the past. Now I don't have a single bastard under my command, so my words have no weight in hell, but you, the police inspector, can at least In charge of the power of life and death in the four patrol areas."

Arthur stared at him. He always felt that this guy was speaking strangely recently.

Agares leaned against the wall and looked at Arthur's new look: "Arthur, although I hate you wearing this skin, let's not talk about it. Look at your outfit, it really looks more and more beautiful. Like a good person."

Arthur said: "Agares, if I remember correctly. In the context of the devil, the word "good guy" does not seem to be a good word, right?"

Agares grinned and laughed twice: "Although good person is not a beautiful adjective, I am indeed praising you! Arthur, haven't you heard of that sentence?

The most advanced hunters often appear in the form of prey.

It would be great for you to be like a good person and have a great plan to harvest my soul. "

Arthur relaxed his shoulders that were sore from long-term tension and said, "Really? What I heard is different from yours. I have only heard that the most high-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking. Way."

"Arthur, what nonsense are you talking about? Why can't I understand you? We are wearing the same pants now, can't you be more honest with me?"

Arthur shook his head slightly: "If there is only one pair of pants, I would rather let one of us wear it while the other one is naked."

"Why?"

Arthur replied calmly: "Because if two people wear the same pair of pants, then everything we both want to cover will be exposed."

After hearing this, Agares first looked down at his own, then raised his head at Arthur's, and then spoke in a long tone.

"Wonderful! But, Arthur, if there is a pair of pants, I'd better put them on you first. Is there something about you that's about to be exposed?"

When Arthur heard this, he was suddenly startled.

He slapped his head and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it! I almost forgot about Willocks."

He turned around and walked out with long strides.

Agares asked: "What are you going to do?"

"Nonsense, of course I ran away. This trip to Scotland Yard is not a loss. At least I earned a new set of clothes. Agares, see you in America."

Arthur gripped the door handle tightly, but before he could open the door, he heard Agares' roar in his ears.

"Arthur!!!"

Arthur frowned and rubbed his ears.

"What the hell are you doing? My ears are almost deafened by you!"

"Can you stop acting so active in everything? Just run away. You are the police inspector now! What are you afraid of? Whoever wants to harm you, you will kill!"

"What's wrong, Inspector? Agares, this is not hell, at least not the one you stayed in. Killing here is a serious crime, and stealing five shillings can lead to death. Do you still think killing is a small matter? You This outsider must respect the opinions of our locals on this matter."

Agares was furious when he heard this: "Hey! Arthur, what the hell! Are you still acting with me? I think you should stop being a policeman. You have a better future as a theater actor than as a policeman." too much!"

Arthur raised his eyebrows slightly: "You mean, you will help me?"

Agares snorted: "Of course. But..."

The red devil leaned on the table, crossed his hands and held his chin, showing a cannibalistic smile: "We have to talk about the price."

Arthur thought for a moment, struggled and raised five fingers at him.

Agares said in surprise: "Five souls?!"

"No, five pounds." Arthur hesitated: "I have to leave another five pounds. If you fail, I have to take the boat."

"Arthur! Can you fucking forget about taking the boat! Don't you worry about me doing things?!"

The red devil was already hysterical: "I have never seen you bargaining with the devil like this! In order to save your poor friends, you dare to do anything. Why is it so hard for me to ask you for something? Damn it, In my opinion, Jesus should be taken off the cross and you should be crucified on it!”

Arthur was helpless at the Red Devil's anger: "Agares, five pounds is really a lot. Five pounds is one hundred shillings, one thousand two hundred pence. If the Bloody Act is not revised, this money will be lost." It’s enough to kill twenty people.”

"Then go and buy the lives of those twenty people. I don't have the habit of shopping by myself! Do you have any slaves here? You can buy two for me!"

"Agares, you have been sleeping for so long that you are a little confused. Great Britain banned slave trading as early as 1807. If slaves are caught selling slaves, each slave will be fined one hundred pounds!"

"What if I just want a slave?"

Arthur shrugged: "Then you still have to leave five pounds for me to take the ship. There are plenty of slaves in the North American colonies."

"Can you stop worrying about that broken boat of yours! Damn it, you are as shrewd as a fox when you face me.

do you know? What have you become by that Robert Peelley?

He used your story to cover up the Catholic Emancipation Act and distract the public.

He also promoted his long-held campaign to repeal the Bloody Act.

And you actually didn’t react at all to this! "

Arthur sighed helplessly: "Agares, you are a devil, you don't have to care about reality. But I am different, I have to consider these things.

What's more, didn't you say everything? I'm now an Inspector of Scotland Yard, and I can talk better than you in London.

The Bloody Acts were to be revised, the Catholic Emancipation Act was passed, and I could not think of a better outcome.

As for Sir Peel...

These days, it is not easy for things to develop with good results. I really cannot criticize the perpetrators for any inappropriate behavior in the process. Just use it, at least our goals are the same. "

Agares rolled his eyes at him angrily: "Inspector? Aren't you planning to run away by boat?"

Seeing how angry he was this time, Arthur could only persuade him kindly: "As long as you live, you can always get your position back."

"Are you really fucking ready to run?"

"if not?"

Agares took a deep breath, and his breath was filled with sparkling sparks.

Since signing the contract with Arthur, he felt that his temper was getting better and better.

Agares glared at him fiercely: "You little bastard, stop thinking about taking the boat. You will be fine."

Arthur didn't understand: "Why?"

"Because someone wants Willocks dead more than you do. Arthur, the Sheriff is not a big deal, and neither is you, the Inspector.

For some people, as long as you block their way, they will always find a way to kill you.

Are there very few homeless people and beggars dying on the streets in London? Have you ever seen floating corpses on the Thames? "

Arthur's expression changed somewhat, and he looked at Agares: "You seem to know a lot of things."

"Of course, don't forget which bowl of rice I eat. I can solve all the mysteries in the world."

Agares said meaningfully: "Arthur, you cherish life very much. But you have also seen that for those who once established the "Bloody Code", one life is only worth five shillings..."

…

Just above Arthur and Agares' heads, one floor above the dressing room, is a gorgeously decorated office.

A middle-aged man wearing the same police uniform as Arthur was working at the desk.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

A capable policeman came to the middle-aged man and saluted, then leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"Superintendent, Willocks' body has been found."