A Weird Theater That Started In London

Get it all without effort?

A flash of excitement flashed on Duke's face, but he suppressed it well, and as if nothing had happened, he cut the lamb chops and responded:

"I'm looking forward to meeting this well-known detective neighbor."

"That's right."

Lu Li nodded with a smile on his face.

Deliberately putting down your posture to make friends with Sherlock Holmes is undoubtedly a foolish move, which will only have the opposite effect.

Because of this, Lu Li was more inclined to solve the case to make Holmes interested in him and take the initiative to get acquainted.

Unfortunately, I didn't see each other at the Scotland Yard headquarters on Whitehall Street this afternoon.

But Officer Wesley's unsolicited recommendation is also a good method.

Just like that, the four of them accelerated their meal speed.

Lu Li, Duke, and the police officer wanted to get to the point earlier. After all, they paid special attention to the case.

Migao is different. He is simply hungry, and he has never eaten such exquisite food, so now he can't wait to burst his stomach.

After half an hour.

As the boy swallowed the last piece of pan-fried flounder, Duke stood up and greeted, "Check out."

"Secret lamb chops for four are two pounds, plus oxtail soup is three pounds six shillings, plus two pan-fried flounder... plus three small glasses of rum eight pounds, and finally, five shillings for the service charge, It's eight pounds fivepence."

Wensley lost his mind for a moment. He was sighing that his salary for more than a month was gone.

The dignified senior police superintendent is so poor.

When he was absent-minded, Mi Gao just froze in place. Although he knew that this meal would cost a lot of money, he didn't expect it to be so much.

This has to help others polish thousands of pairs of leather shoes to earn a meal?

And those capitalists frequent here.

"Let's go."

After finishing the bill, Duke took the trench coat from the waiter, put it on his body, and walked out quickly.

Lu Li shook his head. He felt a little flamboyant. Of course, if he hadn't come here, he wouldn't have happened to see a very valuable tabloid. At the same time, Officer Wensley wouldn't say that he should drop by to visit that person. Legendary detective.

lucky?

The guidance of fate?

When he asked at random, Duke pulled the four-wheeled carriage over, fixed the canopy, and shouted:

"Get in the car. The road conditions are good now. You can get to Baker Street in twenty minutes at most."

The bad weather made London residents stop taking to the streets, and there were only carriages carrying guests speeding along the main road.

Duke steered his luxury car unrestrainedly, dodging obstacles with ease, and speeding through the wide road, but the inside of the car was not bumpy at all.

at the same time.

Pan Ming also finished his meal. Before leaving, he packed breakfast and lunch.

It was a whole row of alloy utensils, like a small bathtub, and then the gravy dripping from the steaming roasted elbows, fixed with metal sticks, looked very appetizing.

To this end, Pan Ming bought another object similar to a thermal insulation bucket, and took some gravy with him.

"Sir, do you want to take a car?"

As soon as they got out of the tent, there were coachmen surrounding them. Different from the western district, the poor people in the eastern district were more willing to go out to work in the cold weather, set up a tent, raised the stove, and could make money by selling everything.

When Pan Ming had a meal, this small square was crowded with stalls.

"Three pennies to warm your hands and fill your stomach."

"Three pennies to warm your hands and fill your stomach."

The chorus echoed in the night rain.

This is the real life in London. The City of Finance and Westminster Abbey represent nothing. They are flowers blooming on dry bones. At the root of the beauty are the corpses of countless child laborers and female laborers.

"No need to."

Pan Ming rejected the coachman's proposal, took out the change from his pocket, about two shillings, and handed it all to the coachman.

"Seventy-one percent of London's population is poor. Whether it was last year, yesterday, today or now, nearly half a million people are living in this pit-like society called 'London', and the bottom is miserable. They are dying, and as to why they died, not many people care."

"They're not self-sufficient, often with mental deterioration, so severe that they can't distinguish between their left and right hands, or can't recognize their house number, they're emotionally distorted, and they have little idea of ​​the meaning of life."

"Politicians should change their slogans and stop chanting 'wake up, England' and 'eat, England', which means they are finally opening their eyes to the truth."

Criticism was particularly intense.

They come from a stall that sells hot eel.

Two well-dressed gentlemen were communicating, one with cynical hatred.

Pan Ming shook his head. It wasn't that he lacked sympathy, but he couldn't empathize too much, and he was even less willing to listen to the complaints of nearly half a million poor people.

However, can God hear the voice of his people?

Pressing this strange thought, Duke took an umbrella and merged into the night, and then his figure gradually faded, until it merged with the night and the rainstorm, becoming a ghost that no one could see.

In the first half of the night, you may be able to gain something by wandering around the East District.

"You hit me! You hit me!"

Suddenly, with a snap, someone fulfilled this strange request.

This is the truest night scene in the East District.

Several women were chattering, screaming at the top of their throats, and there were children crying beside them.

Pan Ming stood on the roof like a night watchman, silently observing the scene.

The Orioles belonging to different forces are fighting, fighting and yelling constantly.

"Don't touch that child!"

A woman screamed in horror~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and the child was crying loudly, she was only a few years old.

"Yeah."

Another woman who took the child as a hostage repeated this sentence, and then shouted in a very sharp voice: "This stone will smash your head!"

Boom.

A muffled sound came out, obviously it really hit.

The scene calmed down temporarily, the woman who was hit spread out on the ground, and her companion tried to wake her up.

And the child shouted hoarsely, exhausted, as for the winning side, it has already begun to shout, and the voice is getting louder and louder.

Later, another group of Orioles appeared and joined the battle from the side. The little girl who was restrained was saved, and the Orioles in this neighborhood kept their business.

But at the expense of a companion.

Why did you take your daughter with you when you came out to solicit customers?

Is it because you don't worry about her being at home alone? But this kind of situation, for a child, is too cruel.

What impact will the mother's tragic death and what she saw and heard have on her character?

Pan Ming, who took a serious look at the East District for the first time, fell into a daze.

"This is the closest place to **** in the world."

In the end, he murmured, feeling somewhat downhearted, ready to go back and wait for his friend to come.

until……

A strange silhouette floated past the street corner.

"What the **** is this?"

Pan Ming changed his mind again, jumped off the roof easily, without splashing a single splash, and walked towards the corner with an umbrella and a lunch box.