Oliver was taken aback and tried to struggle violently, but he pulled out a small blade with his other hand and stabbed it towards the hand of the "decent man" who was grabbing his wrist. But the "decent man" was surprisingly nimble, and with a lightning bolt of his other hand, he caught his hand holding the blade. The two of them held hands together, and from a distance, it looked like the big brother was teaching the little brother to waltz.

Oliver immediately followed the technique given to him by Fagin, lifted his knee and headed towards the "decent man". The "decent man" was obviously on guard, and he dodged the blow with a slight turn, but Oliver's trick was not actually a knee, it was just a deception, and his foot fell down and stomped on the tip of the "decent man's" toe.

The "decent man" apparently hadn't expected such a blow, and with a loud roar, he threw Oliver out with both hands. Oliver was slammed down on the stone pavement, in pain. He struggled to support himself with his hands, and got up from the ground section by section, like a carpenter opening a folding ruler.

And that "decent person" person is not decent at all at this time. He stood there jumping on one foot, holding the other in both hands, and barking like a pig that had been stabbed.

Oliver struggled to get up, and ran while the "decent man" was still screaming. He ran out of the alleyway in a few steps, and then ran headlong into a black-clad policeman. Stumble the policeman.

"Bastard thing!" The fat-faced policeman was furious, pulled out his baton, and hit Oliver, who was also knocked on the ground.

Based on the experience he has developed over the years, Oliver knows that at this time, it is useless to beg for mercy, cry, resist or anything. The only way is to hold your head with both hands, huddle your body into a ball, and try to protect the weak and easily injured parts as much as possible, and then, and then it depends on when the policeman is tired.

The policeman roared, kicking Oliver, who was already in a position to be beaten, and then slashing his baton diagonally into Oliver's hand, which was holding his head. (In fact, Oliver's standard beating posture in a sense made the police more and more angry, and in his opinion, anyone who can strike such a posture so skillfully is a bad breed, a thief!) ）

After being beaten with the policeman's stick, Oliver's right hand suddenly swollen. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and said nothing, waiting for the raindrops of batons to continue to fall.

But, strangely, the baton did not fall again. A hand grabbed the officer's hand, and a voice rang in his ears, but Oliver couldn't understand what the voice was saying.

Oliver opened his eyes and saw that the "decent man" was standing in front of him, and he stretched a finger straight up to the fat policeman's nose, and yelled at the policeman in a language he didn't understand.

The policeman didn't understand what the man who stopped him was saying, but that didn't stop him from seeing that the man was wearing the best wool and that his shirt was of high-end silk. So, although the policeman couldn't understand what the man was shouting at him, it didn't prevent him from taking a step back with a look of trepidation, and then quickly apologized to the gentleman.

Even if he's just a foreigner who speaks a foreign language that no one understands. But looking at the clothes he was wearing, it also showed that he was a rich foreigner. As long as it is rich, whether British or foreign, is it not worthy of the awe of a little policeman? You know, a rich foreign person will definitely know a lot of rich British people, and British rich people ...... Needless to say?

"Sir......" said the fat cop stumbling, "...... I'm sorry...... Maybe I'm offending you...... But...... I'm sorry...... I didn't understand...... What are you talking about......"

At this time, this "decent man" reacted, and what he said angrily just now, "How dare you trample on human rights for no reason", "What is your police number, I will report you to the Discipline Supervision Commission", and "The Ministry of Public Security and the Ministry of Truth will never allow such a situation to occur" are all nonsense, because now, he is not in France, but in England.

"Bully a little child, sir, I blush for you." So he switched to English and addressed the policeman. Then he turned around, only to find that Oliver was gone. Just now, taking advantage of this decent man's angry rebuke at the police, Oliver hurriedly ran away.

"Sir, that kid is a thief at first sight, really, I assure you that only a kind person like you can be deceived by his appearance, I assure you, that kid is a thief......" said the fat policeman quickly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the "decent man" to scold the police, Oliver got up at once, turned around and fled into the alley he had just run out of, he ran a few steps down the alley, and then stopped. He saw that where he had just stepped on the "decent man", a book was lying there.

It was the book that the "decent man" was reading just now, and in the struggle with him, the book fell here.

Oliver picked up the book. He knew that books were worth a lot of money. Moreover, Boss Fagin also likes to read. He could often be seen reading a book alone in his free time, or grabbing other people and teaching them to recognize some of the simplest words.

Oliver tucked the book into his clothes and ran down the alleyway to the other end of the alley.

Soon after Oliver ran away, the "decent man", the second secretary of the French Embassy in England, Mr. Jager Gaulen, also ended his entanglement with the English police. He put on an attitude that the world was barbarian except Rome – no, it was a barbarian except France, and he scorned the policeman severely, and then went back to the alley where he had just gone to find his book.

The book is gone.

But Mr. Jager Golem was not too disappointed. It wasn't cheap, but it was nothing compared to the salary the Ministry of Truth gave him. And as an expense for official operations, this book is reimbursable. Of course, the reimbursement process is a bit long, and many times, you have to wait for a long time, but in any case, generally speaking, you will definitely get the reimbursement money if it drags on until Christmas at most. (Reimbursement of this kind of thing, many times, those accountants always like to press it until the end of the year to deal with it)

Oliver walked through the alley, into another street, and after a little more, he came to Petticoat Alley. This is one of the last oldest and liveliest streets in London, and in Tudor times, it was once a place for slaughtering pigs and selling meat, and later after the rise of the textile industry, it became a market for all kinds of textiles, hence the name.

But the old street was too narrow to accommodate so many shops, and it was too close to the residential quarters of the factory workers, and the security was not good enough. After all, most of the workers are poor, and the poor are often not very sophisticated when they engage in illegal activities.

Here, you see, a girl may be targeted by the London police for half a loaf of bread, (not because of their immorality, of course, but because they dare not pay taxes to His Majesty's government), and men may stick a knife into someone's stomach for a piece of potato; And what about the children here, many of them have been thieves since they were children, just like the fat policeman said.

Here there are no fewer of the three problems of this century — poverty that degrades men, hunger that degrades women, and darkness that weakens children.

Merchants who have money to do business are very kind people. They are the last to see the suffering of the poor. So, they moved the market to another place where they couldn't see the poor, leaving only the name "Petticoat Alley".

Today's "Petticoat Alley" is one of the dirtiest, most chaotic, and most unpeaceful places in London, where even the policemen will not easily enter. And such areas, in any country in the world, in any era, have a common name - slums.

There are basically no police in the slums, because there are no decent people who need police protection. The police don't usually come here, and if they do, they must come in with a large group of people loaded with guns. But it's not really a place of chaos, it's just as orderly as Gotham is in Gotham.

Fagin is the order of "petticoat alley". If you go to the people at the Metropolitan Police and the residents of "Petticoat Alley" to inquire about the fee. Then what you hear will make you think it's two people.

In the description of the people at the Metropolitan Police Department, Fagin is like some kind of monster that has come out of some kind of horror story that parents use to scare their children. He would sneak into someone's house silently, then tie up the kind man and woman, and then take a knife and threaten them to hand over the password to the safe by cutting off the fingers of their cute little daughters one by one. Or put some of the justice-upholding policemen and the former thieves who have repented and abandoned the darkness into the Thames in bags.

But in the mouths of the residents of "Petticoat Alley", Fagin is the best guy of all. He's almost Santa Claus incarnate. Even better than Santa Claus. Because Santa Claus only asks for service one night, and he always reaches out to you when everyone is most difficult and needs help.

But even the people of "Paticoat Alley" don't know where to find Fagin.

Oliver is one of the few people who knows where to find Fagin.

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