Time passed slowly when Su Hang and Yaheng took care of the two injuries, and it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, Su Hang looked at the two injuries on the ground, and said to Yaheng: "It's been so long, where did Mo Lin send people?" If you don't come back, these two will really be fine. ”

Yaheng glanced at Su Hang, and didn't say anything, he was really tired, he didn't even drink saliva until now, and he had to take care of the two injuries on the ground, so he didn't have much energy.

"Woo woo", "da da da, da" A sound came from far and near, after Su Hang heard the sound, he got out of the back seat of the car, looked at Yaheng who was resting in the front seat and said: "The sound of the car, the sound of horses' hooves is still a lot, and it is coming to us." ”

Soon Su Hang and Yaheng saw a car and a group of cavalry speeding towards this side from a distance, first a black sedan was driving towards this side, the symmetrical "big" headlights looked like the eyes of a bee, straight ahead, compared to Yaheng's Mercedes-Benz is a lot worse.

Immediately behind was a group of cavalry riding tall horses, and gradually a group of soldiers on the back of a majestic horse came to Suzhou and Hangzhou directly in front of them. Looking at the group of cavalry that came to the front, Su Hang found that there were a total of thirty soldiers in this team, wearing cavalry uniforms, armed straps, ki-style steel helmets, and cloth leggings tied to their legs in order to protect their knees, and spurs of specified specifications were also installed on military boots.

Looking at the cavalry in front of him, Yaheng said: "This batch of equipment has been long enough, and it is all from the past. ”

"What was before? These equipment, they really look old! Su Hang looked at Yaheng and asked.

"What you see now is that the equipment was uniformly equipped in 1902, except for the equipment on the horses." Yaheng looked at the cavalry in front of him and said to Su Hang.

At this time, a young cavalry commander walked up to Su Hang and asked, "Are you Su Hang and Yaheng?" ”

"Yes, sir." Yaheng replied immediately.

"Please, there's something I'd like to ask you here." The cavalry commander said politely, leading the way to the car.

"Okay."

As Su and Hangzhou walked towards the car, the cavalry commander turned his head to the rest of the soldiers and ordered: "You cordon off here, check the surrounding situation, and a few people will carry Ganfer and them into the car." ”

"Okay, Lieutenant." The cavalry immediately dispersed, some into the woods, some towards the front, and the rest arranged to take care of Ganfer and them.

Su Hang could see from the epaulettes of the young officer who came out that he was a lieutenant. The handsome face of the young officer also carried a fearless expression that is common among young soldiers. Wearing a cavalry uniform, a lieutenant's collar badge on his collar, and a Lee-Enfield rifle on his body, he sat on a British specialty, the "thoroughbred", which looked heroic.

Under the guidance of this lieutenant, Su Hang and the others came to the front of the car, at this time, Morin who was sitting in the car, Ensign Ivory, and Feiqi who was driving walked down together, Morin stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Selter, are you all right?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that your car is slow enough!" Yaheng looked at Morin and said.

"Sir, that's right, after I went to the hospital, I called the police, and there was a long delay there." Morin immediately explained that he didn't want to take the blame for the inefficiency of those policemen.

"Mr. Selter, can you tell me the details of the whole thing?" Ensign Avery stepped forward at this point and interrupted the conversation between Yaheng and Morin, asking.

Yaheng looked at Mo Lin with puzzled eyes, meaning who this was.

"This is Second Lieutenant Avery, sent by the head of the Royal Military College at Sandhurst to deal with the attack." Feige suddenly interjected.

At this time, Morin also nodded to Yaheng, meaning that Fei Qi was right.

Dean Charles and Ensign Avery walked into the dining room one after the other, for a British upper class like Dean Charles, the dining room is not big, but it is different in ordinary people's homes, only one restaurant is equivalent to half the size of the first floor of the Yaheng Hotel. Although the restaurant is large, it is really minimalist, which may have something to do with the fact that Dean Charles is a military man, and he doesn't like overly cumbersome decorations, and simple and unpretentious is sometimes good.

The restaurant as a whole presents the main color of white, the rose is the national flower of the United Kingdom, which has influenced the design concept of many British people, and the restaurant of the dean's house is no exception, the rose flower is the main element, and the elegant color is like the British like to tell some cold jokes from time to time.

Although the restaurant is large, except for a table that is large enough to put four or five people's heads and feet horizontally, there are only simple decorations left in the corner of the restaurant, and the rest "nothing", not because there is no money to decorate, but because I don't like too "boring" crowding.

"The Metropolitan Police just called, huh! They're slow enough. ”

"The call came five minutes before you came in, and they're even more 'lazy' than the Germans." As soon as Dean Charles sat down in the chair at the table, he began to sarcastically call the Metropolitan Police Department in London.

"Dean, the attackers were well planned, they couldn't hit a single blow, they retreated in time, and they didn't fight, these masked people are very professional!" Ensign Avery interjected.

"Tell me what you've learned."

"Okay." Second Lieutenant Avery nodded, and told Charles all the information he had received from Morin and the clues he had found in the woods.

As Second Lieutenant Avely narrated, Butler Scott led the servants to begin serving the food one after another. Dinner is not complicated, since there are only two Dean Charles, it is a very simple "one meat and two vegetables", Angus roast beef from Scotland, creamy mushroom soup, carrot platter, and finally a Yorkshire pudding filled with vegetables and meat.

During dinner, after Ensign Avery finished what he had learned, Dean Charles looked at Ensign Avery who was "processing" beef with a knife and fork and said, "Contact the hospital in London and send them to Miss." ”

"Tell Lieutenant Scott to have his squad go to the hospital tomorrow and they'll take them to the London hospital."

"Inform Neil 'Director' to come to me tomorrow morning."

"The 'participants' from that hotel will also come to me tomorrow, and I'll be waiting for them in the office." After listening to the report of Second Lieutenant Avery, Dean Charles calmly made arrangements, without the slightest panic, and the task was released in an orderly manner.

Ensign Avery, who had long been accustomed to Dean Charles, listened to the dean's arrangement while eating, and while he was talking, his bowl of creamy mushroom soup was "quickly" disposed of by him with a spoon, and then "processed" the beef.

After the meal, Dean Charles and Ensign Avery came to the living room, and Dean Charles leaned back on the sofa, thought for a while, and then said, "You check that hotel, and go down to everyone." ”

"Dean, I'll investigate as soon as possible." Ensign Avery, who was sitting across from him, said.

"Get ready to get in the car, let's go to Christie's Hospital." Butler Scott said, looking at the housekeeper who had just walked into the living room.

"Okay, Dean." Butler Scott turned around and walked out.

"Lucy, bring 'Red and Black'." Charles shouted as he looked at a maid walking by the door.

"Okay."

A few minutes later, a youthful, but average-looking maid walked in, holding a book in her hand, and handed it to Dean Charles, who was sitting on the sofa.

The book is clean, but the cover of the book cover can be seen to be a little discolored, and I can see that the cover is written "Red and Black" in French. Dean Charles handed the book to Ensign Avery, who was sitting opposite, and said, "The last time you saw my first edition, I couldn't take my eyes off it. ”

"This was originally sent by that guy from Algernon, I mentioned it to him last time."

"He's the best 'memory' I've ever seen in a Frenchman, and that's an example." Dean Charles said, pointing to the book in Ensign Avery's hand.

"I haven't searched all the big and small bookstores in London, but I didn't expect the dean to have it here." Ensign Avery looked at the book in his hand and said to Dean Charles. The preciousness of "Red and Black" lies not in the book itself, but in the fact that the first edition has "disappeared" from the world, and the book itself bears the autograph and message of the author Stendhal.

In fact, Second Lieutenant Avery has seen "Red and Black" from others, but it is not the first edition. The first edition itself was not sold much, and after so many years, even fewer have been preserved, and after the first edition, there are no author's autographs and messages, and the later ones are all printed.

Ensign Avery himself is a lover of books, and he especially likes to collect the first editions of many famous books, which is a special hobby just as many people like to collect stamps and old objects.

In the society at that time, there was a proverb that "if you don't read "Red and Black", you can't mix in politics", and his own "value" is not low, not to mention the author's signature. Ensign Avery has been looking for this book for four or five years, but there is no news, or it is not the first edition, and it is really a surprise to get it this time!

"Dean, the car is ready." Butler Scott said as he walked into the living room again.

"Okay." With that, Dean Charles stood up and walked towards the door, Second Lieutenant Avevery following with a book in his hand.

In the quiet of the night, the two cars drove out of Roberts Manor and headed for the small town of Irish Town.

At night, there are a lot fewer people in the town than during the day, but there are also many people hanging out in places like bars. This also made the two cars soon come to the entrance of Christie's Hospital, and at the entrance of the hospital, Dean Charles and the others met the police officers who came here for a shift, and the group walked straight into the hospital.

Christie's Hospital is not big, not comparable to those hospitals in London, only three stories high, the first floor except for the outpatient department, only one operating room and two temporary wards, the remaining few are the doctor's office, the nurse's duty room and the bathroom. The second floor is basically a ward, which is for patients who are not very sick. The third floor is a special serious illness area, which is said to be seriously ill, but in fact, it is only the injured soldiers and police officers who live, generally no one will have a "serious illness", and some will go to London for treatment, after all, it is not far from London.

After the driver Hessel was initially delivered, he was sent directly to the third floor after surgery because of a gunshot wound on his body, and was specially sent by nurses from the hospital to take care of him. After initial treatment, the two Griffirs who were later sent were also sent to the third floor, waiting to be sent to the big hospital in London tomorrow.

"Dean Charles, please rest assured that our 'director' Neil has arranged three shifts for the hospital and will be taken care of by us at all times." The shift policeman said as he followed Charles.

"Thank you, Director, for me."

"Oh, by the way, you tell him I owe him a bottle of wine." Charles said as he walked.

"Okay, Dean."

Charles and his entourage came directly to the third floor, and there were police officers on duty at the staircase on the third floor, the first ward on the left was the driver Hessel who was sent in at the beginning, the first room on the right was the ward of warrant officer Ganfil, and the second room was the ward of James, the youngest son of Dean Charles, and there were also police officers on duty at the doors of the two wards.

"Go get the doctor in charge." A police station leader who had come to change shifts instructed the officers behind him.

"Okay, Sheriff." The officer behind him walked downstairs.

"Is there any suspicious person approaching here?" The sheriff asked the officer on duty.

"There are no suspicious people approaching, including the doctor's examination, and we are all registered." The guard officer picked up a register book from the hospital bench and handed it to the sheriff.

The sheriff took the register and looked through it, which recorded the time each doctor or nurse entered the ward, the name, and the process of the examination. There is a record of whether you enter the ward alone or several people at the same time, and you will be accompanied by a police officer when you enter the ward, and the name of the police officer will be registered at the end. All three wards were registered in the register and there were no omissions.

After the sergeant looked through it, he handed it to Second Lieutenant Avery, looked at the officer on duty and said, "Okay, you can go back and rest, and the police officer who replaced you will take over the work." ”

"Okay, Sheriff." After saluting the sergeant, the officer left the hospital with the rest of the officers on the third floor.

After reading it, Second Lieutenant Avevery directly handed over the register to the police officer on shift, looked at the sergeant and said, "Let's go to Hessel's ward first!" Before coming to the hospital, Dean Charles had instructed him to see his son one last time, not only because he was the most lightly injured of the three, but also because of the desperate protection of Hessel and the others.

The ward was about fifteen square meters, and there was nothing but two stools except for the hospital bed, a vertical cabinet table, and a clothes rack. At this time, a doctor and a nurse about forty years old with glasses walked in from outside the door, and after looking at Dean Charles and the others in the room, they said in a deep voice: "Don't you know, patients can't be disturbed? ”

"With so many people coming in, is it to make the recovery slower?" The doctor said with a frown.

"You guys go out first, you don't have so many people here." Dean Charles said, looking at the others.