A Weird Theater That Started In London

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Although Whitechapel is only a district in East London, it is home to at least half a million people.

Therefore, the search work continued until two hours later, and the night shift workers returned home despite the heavy rain, and it still did not end.

"Probably have to wait another two hours."

Officer Wensley was very busy. He took time to buy a cup of coffee and came to this place with a roof to keep out the rain. He chatted with Lu Li, Duke, and Sherlock Holmes for a while.

Then, he continued to devote himself to work.

In fact, during this period of time, the three of them did not discuss the case. After all, they had never been in contact with the corpse at the scene. No matter how much discussion there was, it was just talk on paper and was of little use.

"Let's walk around and wait for the police to call."

After standing in the rain for so long, Sherlock Holmes was a little cold. He wanted to find a place to rest or move his body to warm himself up.

In this regard, Lu Li and Duke felt nothing, since they couldn't do anything now, so they agreed immediately.

"To be honest, I feel that I still don't know enough about the Eastern District." Sherlock Holmes led the way, like a guide.

"No, it's too modest to say that."

Lu Li leaned on a sword crutch disguised as a cane, walked side by side with Duke, and said at the same time, "I know that the East District is the epitome of poverty, but this is the first time I heard that twenty people can be squeezed in a room."

"Yeah, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it myself. They were naked, lying on the floor, like maggots in cheese."

Words seem disrespectful to personality, but Sherlock Holmes doesn't have much meaning, he just wants to make his words more realistic.

"It's too advanced to say that rent is collected by the day." Duke let out a sigh of relief.

Since Sherlock Holmes likes to visit the slums when he is bored, he has been talking about what he has seen and heard in the East Side during the past few years.

Rental housing is something only the working class is entitled to enjoy, and can be subdivided into several categories:

A room with a large bed, rented to a married couple for sixpence a day;

A room with a slightly smaller bed was rented to single people. It was here that Holmes saw a shocking scene. There lived a total of more than twenty tenants, most of whom were half-aged children and slept on the floor in winter.

The most outrageous thing is that in Holborn, there are a large number of houses that can accommodate a hundred beds, and the beds are rented out by the day, and it only takes three pence to have a place in a cosmopolitan city like London.

From what Sherlock Holmes said at the time, it can be seen that he did not follow what others say, but made an on-the-spot investigation.

"After paying the rent, you can get a rush candle in broken pottery from the landlord to light the room."

"Only the first forty tenants can enjoy the light, and the other latecomers can only rely on the reflected peripheral light."

"Besides, that **** place is equipped with a communal kitchen, with a fireplace, a large kettle, a grill, and even two or three small tables, and the back of the house has a sink and a sewage ditch, covered with scum, and the grease is reflected in a colorful light."

"Large pieces of rotting aquatic plants, bulging rat corpses, they almost exploded under the action of putrid gas... There is a smell of cemetery in the air..."

After hearing these words, Lu Li couldn't help but wonder if Holmes lived in that kind of place for a while, otherwise, how could he understand so clearly.

Most importantly, hundreds of thousands of people lived like maggots—

The children are naked and can only use sacks as clothes. There must be a healthy person between husband and wife to engage in high-intensity labor and try to save half a mouthful of food.

Food and clothing are sufficient to know honor and disgrace.

When desperate, these poor people may turn into devils at any time and use all means to retaliate against those who create injustice.

"The Eastern District is like a powder keg stacked beside the flames, which may explode at any time."

Holmes sighed deeply.

Criminals Paradise, Lu Li can't find a better adjective, everyone has a Jack the Ripper in their hearts, some have released him, and some are still holding back.

"If you don't break out in silence, you will die in silence. Maybe you have experienced a catastrophe before you can wake up those in power."

Duke temporarily forgot about the case and couldn't help but express his truest thoughts.

Hearing this, Holmes fell silent.

He sympathized with the poor and the homeless. If there was a choice, who would give up the dignity of being a human being?

However, Sherlock Holmes instinctively hated chaos, disorder, and especially criminal activity.

Is there a more moderate way to resolve class conflicts?

While thinking, he came to a tavern.

It's not particularly important here. After all, it's located in the Whitechapel area, but it's fairly clean and tidy.

"Sir, what do you want?"

The waiter quickly noticed that Lu Li and Duke were following behind Sherlock Holmes.

Her attitude has become more affectionate. If she receives a regular customer, she will simply ask:

Sixpence or fourpence.

They are set meals, the former refers to rye wine with beef rump, and the latter refers to beer with coeliac meat.

"Brandy, do you have it? Don't mix it with anything, and mix it with some hot food at will."

"It's five shillings, and if you can get it in as soon as possible, the rest will be a tip."

Sherlock Holmes should have come to this kind of place often~www.wuxiamtl.com~, and seemed to be very familiar, and soon found an empty table to sit down.

And Lu Li was attracted by a figure.

"You know that Orioles?" Duke followed his line of sight and asked in confusion.

This tavern is a two-story building, and a group of obviously dressed girls stood at the entrance of the stairs, smiling at every guest who came over.

Even if it is the first time, you can see the meaning: as long as the money is in place, you can take the girl to the small room upstairs to stay for a while.

"I saw it once."

Lu Chen sighed emotionally and complicatedly.

On the first night he entered this world, he stood by the stall and looked at the various conditions in the East District.

Until now, the only person I can remember is the young and kind Liuying:

I'm embarrassed to welcome guests, but in order to live, she had to leave with an old man before dawn. Before that, she invited two homeless people to eat something to warm themselves up.

"It can be seen that this girl is not doing well." Sherlock Holmes noticed this scene and sighed: "I hope she can find a good home in the end."

From standing on the street to solicit customers, to a place where you have a regular job, in a certain way, is your career progressing?

Thinking of this, Lu Li felt that this idea was too absurd.

"Although she was covered with makeup, she could still see the injury on her face." Duke took the plate from the waiter.

Holmes took down his pipe and added:

"It's probably because of a fight with the foreign rogue forces. Don't feel strange. Fights and turf wars between women are common things in the Eastern District."