"Cough cough, cough ......"

Thomas coughed violently, his eyebrows pressed together, and in pain, Bill quickly poured him a glass of warm water.

"Editor-in-Chief Thomas, are you alright, do you want me to contact the doctor?"

"Ahem, no, I'll just take some medicine, it's okay. ”

Pulling out a brown vial from the bedside table, Editor-in-Chief Thomas poured out a few pills and took them on his head, coughing and wheezing quickly subsided, and Bill saw the word 'Codetne' on the vial.

"Sit with me for a while, my child, please don't mind what happened just now, I hope it didn't scare you. ”

"No, it doesn't matter, Thomas, editor-in-chief. ”

Bill sits next to Thomas, who doesn't know where Thomas's anger comes from, maybe it has something to do with him or maybe it's self-inflicted.

"Tell me how your days have been, good boy, I've been worried about you, but I can only get news about you from Hansen. ”

“...... You weren't hurt that night, were you?"

"I'm fine, I'm not in any trouble, I'm getting better and better, and I've recently moved out of Mrs. Hand. ”

"The air in Brittus is always dirty and I want to get some fresh air. ”

"That's fine, Bill, protect yourself. ”

"Hmm. ”

Thomas was lying in bed and chatting with Bill, and it was quite agreed that he did not stab those people to make a fuss about Bill, and Bill was no longer astringent in communicating with him.

And Thomas is going around and around, reminding Bill to be safe and stay as far away from Britts as possible.

"By the way, that Dr. Moseley, he ......"

"Moseley, you ask?"

"He's a hypocrite with a bad character, a fabricator of hypocrisy, a wretched creature who throws the true meaning of the revolution behind him for fear of death!"

"Cough cough, cough ......"

Excited again, Thomas slapped his palms against the soft bed, making a spring squeeze sound, and the white sheets became more wrinkled.

"Editor-in-chief Thomas, don't get excited, pay attention to your body. ”

"Whew-"

"Don't worry, I'm just very disappointed in that man, he's completely turned into the kind of person he used to hate the most, but I didn't even find out until now......"

Thomas sighed and slowly calmed down.

Some people say that as humans get older, they become more and more afraid of death, and he scoffed at this statement, but he could only sigh when he saw Moseley's changes.

"Are you dissatisfied with the results of this revolution?"

Looking curiously at the editor-in-chief Thomas, Bill was genuinely interested in these things, and although his curiosity was too heavy, he still couldn't control himself.

"In this revolution, I don't have an opinion on the results, I just ......"

"It's just that the church is not happy to intervene, and they are also the ones we should have brought down. ”

"Son, from the past two thousand years until today, the Holy See of Ode still occupies a high position and rules the religious beliefs of the Norman people, and the situation is more fierce than ever!"

"They are our enemies and enemies of many wretched people, and the members of the Church have killed many with their most stupid and selfish actions, even ......"

Thomas abruptly stopped talking, and Bill understood the meaning.

"By the way, Editor-in-Chief Thomas, do you know what Dr. Moseley means when he says that the world is not under our control at all?"

“......”

"Child, all I can say is that death is not terrible, what is more terrible than death is the brain that is afraid of death, and the heart that does not dare to cross fear. ”

"My political demands have not yet been realized. ”

At the end of a simple sentence, Bill was about to ask some more questions, when suddenly there was a knock at the door, and Thomas took out his pocket watch to check the time, and stopped talking.

"I'm going to open the door. ”

When he came to the door, Bill first looked at the door to make sure that it was not a group of strange and vicious killers who were knocking on the door, and then opened the door.

"Is this the home of Thomas, the editor-in-chief of the new editor-in-chief?"

"Who are you. ”

"Hi, hello this friend!"

"My name is Ganshu, and I am a small merchant who has no permanent residence, and today it was Mr. Thomas Rudson who took the initiative to contact me to buy some goods from me. ”

The bearded merchant, dressed in a cowhide vest, nodded desperately to Bill, with a smile on his face, and he didn't look like a serious merchant.

"Buy, buy what?"

"Haha, it's not a rare toy, it's just a small toy, it's not worth mentioning!"

"Let him in, my child, for I made an appointment with him. ”

"Oh. ”

Thomas suddenly walked out of the bedroom with a cane, sat tremblingly on the soft leather sofa, and stepped into the living room with a big grin.

When Bill saw the scene in front of him, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

"It's strange, what does Editor-in-Chief Thomas want to buy, and the merchant needs to come to his home to discuss?"

"Isn't it ......?"

Bill didn't dare to continue guessing, his guesses were always accurate.

"Kid, it's not too early, I still have something to talk to Mr. Ganshu, let's talk about it next time. ”

Editor-in-Chief Thomas began to chase customers, but Bill did not leave directly, he also wanted to talk to Editor-in-Chief Thomas alone, persuading him not to do stupid things and fulfill his previous promise.

"Editor-in-Chief Thomas, last time I said I was going to invite you to dinner, do you have time lately?"

"Oh, boy, I owe you a meal. ”

"I've had a very bad memory lately, I've been losing everything, I can't remember anything but what happened when I was younger, and I'd love to tell you about it. ”

"It's just that let's go to dinner another day, Mr. Ganshu and I still have something to talk about, I will definitely invite you to a big dinner and talk about those past events." ”

Thomas bowed his head to Bill apologetically, but Bill couldn't force it.

"Well, Editor-in-Chief Thomas, I found a delicious oriental restaurant on Financial Street, let me treat you to a big dinner, we have an appointment. ”

"Okay, we've got an appointment. ”

Bill exhaled a deep breath and squinted at Ganshu, but he didn't care, still smirking in response.

Leaving the high-end apartment building quickly, a trace of irritability suddenly rose in my heart.

......

More than half a month has passed since the revolution, and ordinary people may feel that the rapid changes are carried out by each passing day, and there are traces of engineering teams everywhere on the streets.

The bourgeoisie came to power, and with the promulgation and implementation of new policies, more and more laws were issued to protect the wealthy, and this phenomenon led to the fact that worth gradually became the only measure of a person's success.

This seems to be much fairer than in the past when only the blood was used to judge the high and low.

On the outskirts of Brittus, a black steam locomotive drove fast through the sand, kicking up a cloud of dust, and Shavay was sitting in a police car, listening to the accompanying police read the latest police regulations.

"Article 4 of the Regulations states that the police must follow the Constitution and the law as the norm for their activities, be loyal to their duties, be disciplined, obey orders, and strictly enforce the law. ”

Article 5 of the Regulations......

“......”

"Article 14 of the Regulations provides that the police may employ protective restraint measures against mentally ill persons who seriously endanger public safety or the safety of others......"

"Article 15 of the Regulations provides that in order to prevent and stop acts that seriously endanger public order and public order, the passage or stay of persons and vehicles may be restricted in a certain area and at a certain time, and ...... may be imposed when necessary."

“......”

Sawei rubbed his head, yawned boredly, and fell asleep.

The New Deal was not friendly to the police organization, and the aristocracy, as a historical legacy, would not have a good time in the future.

He could imagine that when the bourgeoisie held power firmly in its hands, there would be another fierce confrontation between the military and the central government.

But Shawe was no longer interested in those things, or even the development of the country, and he was attracted to more interesting things.

For example, the place he is going to now, Britts Women's Prison.