Shadow of great britain

It's raining heavily in London today, and there's lightning and thunder outside the windows of Scotland Yard.

The rumbling thunder and the occasional flash of lightning chains made Superintendent Clemens' face look particularly ugly.

But fortunately, most of the superintendents have the same complexion as him, so he doesn't seem unique among the crowd.

The superintendents left the door of the conference hall and looked at each other in shock.

"Things seem to be getting serious?"

"Didn't you listen to what our young commander, Inspector Arthur, said? The road out of London has been guarded by a military security company, and the station is also guarded by military police. If we don't dig out all those who are dealing in the dead as soon as possible, , we will be able to bear it from now on."

"Hurry back and sort through all the recent death cases. We might have a few damn rats on our hands."

"I really fucked up these idiots! What's wrong with selling, selling corpses! We'll work overtime tonight and quickly search the hotels in the area. Maybe those people who make money from dead people actually have some corpses in their hands. ."

"Is there something wrong with your brain? Didn't you listen to the young man who commanded us?

First, check the hospitals in the area. Bodies are not kept fresh. They must rush to the hospital after killing people.

First, the hospital's autopsy records were investigated. If the source of the corpse could not be explained clearly, all of them would be handcuffed and examined. "

"The hotel also needs to be checked! Didn't it say that laughing gas is used to kill people? Oh, by the way, there is also laudanum. Any items related to anesthesia. If a large amount of inventory is found in the hotel, there is a problem nine times out of ten. ."

"Shops and mobile vendors selling these things must also be questioned. Anyone with large transaction records must be questioned carefully!"

"The cemetery also needs to be checked. Those teams of mourners may not be clean either. These corpse sellers should be more than just murderers. After all, digging graves and stealing fresh corpses has been around since the last century."

"Damn it! I know a few unclean gravediggers, but I have never bothered to deal with them before, because these rats have learned to be smart. They only want the corpse and do not steal the belongings buried with it.

So even if they were arrested, they would at most be convicted of illegally possessing a body, fined a little, and then released.

But now that I'm forced to do this, I might as well just take them on a mission. "

"Are you too lazy to catch them? All the ground rats are very rich. I heard that the ground rats can get about ten to twelve pounds from selling a corpse. Are you sure you or the people under you have not taken any money from them? Where do you get the benefits?”

The superintendents were having a heated discussion, but Clemens was not participating.

He hurriedly said goodbye to his colleagues, and then hurried to his liaison office in Scotland Yard.

As soon as he opened the door to the office, he found a familiar figure waiting there. It was none other than Arthur's sergeant, Brayden Jones, who had replaced Arthur's old boss, Sheriff Willocks.

Clemens breathed a sigh of relief and quickly closed the office door.

He took off his hat and put it on the table, and asked: "You were not seen when you came, right?"

Jones found that his old commander showed a rare nervous look, and couldn't help but wonder: "Did something happen?"

Superintendent Clemens pointed to the door and said, "Your current boss, Arthur Hastings, is in the conference hall."

"Inspector Hastings here?"

Jones was a little panicked now, and he asked, "Why is he here?"

Clemens took a deep breath and frowned: "The Ministry of Internal Affairs ordered a thorough investigation into the disappearance case in St. Giles Parish, and the Ministry of War also sent military police to support.

As for your boss, I don’t know how he obtained the authorization from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He is now the operational commander of the investigation team. I and the other superintendents in the jurisdictions involved are now at his disposal. "

"This..." Jones was obviously panicked, and he said, "We can't investigate the matter of St. Giles! If he investigates it, won't our affairs also have to be exposed?"

Clemens punched the desk with his fist: "Damn it! These corpse sellers almost ruined my big business. If I had known it would be like this, I should have punished them! It took a lot of effort for me to I blocked the Duke of Sussex’s application for criminal investigation, but I didn’t expect that I ended up here.”

Jones quickly asked: "Sir, what should we do now? Are we going to block Inspector Hastings' investigation?"

Clemens stood by the window, looking at the heavy rain on the street. His mind slowly returned to calmness, and his mind gradually became clearer.

He suddenly asked: "No, haven't you heard that proverb?

When the rooster begins to crow, there is no silence until the morning hours have passed.

People always worship the rising sun, but not the setting sun.

Your boss is in the limelight right now. Don't try to get into trouble with him. You won't end well if you go against him.

It can be seen that Sir Peel values ​​him very much, and the people who value us are not in the position now. We must get through this period of time.

In my opinion, the Tories won't last much longer. When the Whigs come forward, we will have a backer. "

"What do you mean?"

"We must actively cooperate with Inspector Hastings' investigation. Not only must we cooperate, but we must also investigate faster than him. We must find out part of the corpse seller before he does. Only in this way can we find out the missing part. And put the blame on those body sellers."

Jones said blankly: "You say that, but how to do it? This case is not easy to investigate."

Clemens asked, "Where is Fred now?"

When Jones heard the name, he immediately understood what Clemens wanted to do. He hurriedly replied: "I followed your instructions two days ago and arranged for him to pick up the goods from the old ship prison. He shouldn't be out yet."

Clemens was thinking: "You should find an opportunity to release him as soon as possible. Put the goods in the prison first, and they can't escape anyway.

First, let him use his underground connections to find out a few of the people selling the corpses.

You go and tell him that he needs to do things quickly and quickly. I am in a hurry to use these people who sell corpses! "

When Jones heard this, he suddenly swallowed. He remembered the scene when he saw Fred last time.

"But...but what if Fred doesn't agree? That person...doesn't seem to be very smart..."

"Don't agree?"

Clemens turned around and picked up Jones' collar with his eyes wide open: "Then tell him that the case he committed in the Cavalry Brigade is still in my hands.

It's okay for him to play rough with Willocks, but he doesn't have the ability to play rough with me! I think there are many ways to kill him.

Remember to bring a gun when you meet him. If he dares not to agree, then you will kill him on the spot!

In fact, there is no difference in the result if we do this, except that we get less additional income.

If we hand over Fred's body, the disappearance can also be explained clearly. "

Jones looked at his old boss intently, and the cold sweat on his back couldn't stop flowing.

After a long time, he finally remembered to raise his hand and salute: "Yes, sir!"