A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 In the night and dense fog, the funeral procession left Waterling Street and walked towards the Abney Park Cemetery.

　　 Scotland Yard.

　　 Rifle Brigade.

　　 Military Band.

　　 Metropolitan Police.

　　 City police.

　　 Water Company.

　　Fire Protection Association.

　　 Thousands of public officials silently saw off the dead, followed by delegations from other cities and gentlemen who came spontaneously.

　　 "This funeral mainly mourns several gentlemen of the Bradwood family, who unfortunately died in this fire..."

　　The old man driving the car was infected by this solemn atmosphere. He lowered his voice and said: "The fire broke out at about three in the morning, and it was barely contained within an area ten hours later."

　　 "In that area, buildings burned and explosions continued to sound. From St. Olaf's Church to the Battleship Bridge, from the Thames to the inland, a full eleven acres of land were burned."

　　 "Why do you have such a clear understanding of this matter?" Lu Li asked.

　　 "God, sir, don't you read the newspaper."

　　 The old man looked at Lu Li with a **** of a ghost, and then speculated: "It seems that you are not from London? Come here recently."

　　 "That's right."

"No wonder." The old man explained as he drove up to the funeral party. "The fire alarmed half of the city. Visitors came from all directions, and vendors selling beer, **** drinks, fruit and coffee made a lot of money. Pen, even me."

　　 "The guests gave four times the money for the car, but not to stay away from the danger zone, but to stand on the roof of the car, to broaden the field of vision and see more clearly."

　　 Recalling the scene at that time, the old man shook his head. The spectators were too enthusiastic. The windowsills, roofs, tower tops, and any place where they could stay were crowded with people.

　　 Tens of thousands of excited cheeks are lit by the heat, no one cares about the danger and choking smoke, let alone the firefighters who are dying for public safety.

　　 Group obsession?

　　 Suddenly, the old coachman had a vocabulary in his mind and told Lu Li about it.

　　 Hearing the words, Lu Li nodded, thoughtfully in his heart, and raised doubts, "What is the identity of the dead?"

　　 "Firefighters, there are public fire brigades and private fire brigades."

　　 "Private organizations are leading the field. After all, there are manufacturers of combustible materials such as breweries and candle factories where the incident occurred, and they have their own fire extinguishing team."

　　 "Next, Mr. Bradwood from the fire station arrived, and he was in full command of the scene."

　　" Later, this gentleman and several of his sons were all consumed by the fire. I heard that the fire set off a warehouse for potassium nitrate.

　　 With a loud noise, an explosion suddenly appeared, swallowing the heroes, and the burning giant bricks blocked all rescue activities. "

　　 At this moment, Lu Li felt that he should find a pen to record all these things.

　　According to the old coachman, the open flame was extinguished for four days. At present, most of the ruins of Tuli Street still has smoldering phenomenon.

　　The reason why the fire is difficult to extinguish is that there are a large number of dangerous factories and a very large warehouse, especially the latter, which stores thousands of barrels of tar and grease.

"boom!"

　　 The gunshot interrupted his thoughts.

　　 Unknowingly, the funeral squad had arrived at the cemetery in the park, and the salutes of the rifle brigade began firing shots.

After 　　, the otherwise noisy scene was quiet again, the police officers began to retreat, and the band slowly played the death march.

　　 Lu Li took off the deerstalker hat, paying tribute to those unknown fire-fighting heroes——

　　 The Bradwood family, all members of the immediate family died. It is not an individual but an organization responsible for the funeral. The funeral committee is composed of representatives from the London Fire Department.

　　 "The tragedy happened so suddenly...remembering the hero...decided to...change its name to Bradwood Street...this great family..."

　　Mr. Mayor's voice choked with sad music.

　　 Next, Dr. Cumming (presiding priest) led the church members to pray for the dead.

　　 speech, eulogy.

　　 Through these, Lu Li further understood that all the adult men of the Bradwood family had died in the fire.

　　 Including the stepsons of the old man, all of them are firefighters, some of them died on duty a long time ago, and the rest have not been able to escape the Tully Street fire.

　　 When the ceremony was over, Lu Li did not leave in a hurry. He followed the crowd and lined up to present a white flower to the victim.

　　 There are black and white photos on the tombstone and a family photo. Looking at them, Lu Li sighed in his heart. He has made up his mind to take over the case and investigate the truth of the disaster.

　　 "Let's go."

　　 "Received, sir."

　　 The carriage drove slowly in the thick fog.

　　 Lu Li sat inside, rubbing the mysterious book in his hand, no matter from which angle it was viewed, it was blank, without any peculiarities.

　　 is another peaceful day.

　　 Apart from knowing some secrets, he has not encountered any extraordinary events.

　　Perhaps, the same is true for others?

　　 Everyone is waiting in boredom, and occasionally tries to teach a few perverts, and expects things to reverse, such as:

　　 Those perverts laughed wildly, tearing off the skin and flesh on their faces to reveal their original appearance.

　　 However, the wish fell through time and time again.

　　 Is the principal bluffing?

　　 The thoughts passed in a flash, no one would be so naive, in peace, something must be brewing.

　　 Midnight, Baker Street.

　　 Wow!

　　 The keychain passed in the air. Lu Li looked at the lit corridor and listened to the movement above his head. He said helplessly, "It's midnight now, why are you still awake?"

　　The words fell, and a figure rushed down quickly.

　　 "Mr~www.wuxiamtl.com~you are back!"

　　 "Well, it's not complicated." Lu Li took off the white flowers on his chest, and said: "I could have come back earlier, but I encountered the funeral midway and simply gave the heroes a ride."

　　 "The Bradwood family?"

　　 Talking, Michael rubbed his sleepy eyes and picked up a plastic bag from the ground, which contained a lot of fruits and vegetables.

"right."

　　 Lu Li helped pick up the remaining bags, and walked to the back of the kitchen, while saying: "Have you heard of this too?"

　　 "Of course, the scene caused by that fire is nothing short of purgatory. Even the Thames is burning."

　　Migao opened the cellar, threw the bag of vegetables in his hand, and continued: "At the time I was polishing the shoes of customers in the Financial City, and suddenly I saw pyramid-like flames appearing on the horizon, and plumes of smoke rose into the sky."

　　 "Did you go to the scene to join in the fun?" Lu Li frowned.

　　 "No, but the customer who called the shoe shine service hurried over, and threw a shilling to me without any change."

　　 Mentioning this incident, Xiaocai fan Mi Gao had a lot of energy in an instant. If it hadn't been for Lu Li, that day could be the luckiest moment in his life.

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