Arthur followed in the footsteps of Officer Dennis as they made their way through the streets of Greenwich and the raucous crowds.

As time passed, Arthur noticed that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the street in front of him became narrower.

The sky above him began to be obscured by low, crowded shacks, and the wet tiles were littered with sewage and excrement, which flowed down the ground behind Arthur until it was dumped into the already overburdened Thames.

The world was quiet, so quiet that Arthur could even hear the whistle on the Thames.

The world is also very noisy, so noisy that Arthur's blood is surging, he is dizzy, and he can't even tell the truth of this world, so that he wants to raise his fist and punch Dennis next to him.

He stopped in front of an alley that barely had enough for two people to walk side by side.

"Arthur, why aren't you—why aren't you leaving?"

Officer Dennis tried to feign calm, but the sweat on his head had already betrayed him.

Arthur pulled out his newly bought pipe and put it in his mouth, but it didn't catch fire.

He didn't say anything, just looked at Dennis with his eyes, his eyes were complicated, some angry, some sad, but most of all his heart was extremely indifferent.

Dennis didn't dare to look at him, he just stood there with his head hanging and hunched over.

He didn't look like an upright police officer at all, but like a prisoner who had been caught.

Today's weather was gloomy but not raining.

Still, it didn't stop something from dripping down Dennis's jaw and falling to the ground.

Clean droplets of water dripped down his jaw and fell into the sewage pool on the floor tiles, staining it with earthly filth, making it impossible to distinguish its original color.

Officer Dennis inhaled as if someone had pierced his lungs with a knife.

"I don't want to find a reason, and I don't deserve to find any reason. Yes, yes, I'm a coward, that's what I do. I'm not as good as Tony and Tom, and I'll never be able to catch up with you. ”

Dennis took a deep breath: "Arthur, give me two punches." In this way, your heart can feel better, and my heart can feel better. Come! Give me two punches! ”

The Red Devil clings to Arthur's ear, and he laughs so hard that Arthur is distraught.

"Arthur, what are you waiting for? This bastard betrayed you, skinned him and hung it on the roof of Scotland Yard. Only in this way will others know that they are afraid of you and will understand the price you will pay for betrayal. ”

Arthur was silent for a few moments, then he took a box of matches from his pocket and handed it to Dennis.

Dennis had tears in his eyes, and he looked up at Arthur in surprise.

Arthur still didn't speak, he just pointed at the other man and pointed to the pipe he was holding in his mouth.

Dennis understood, he took the matchbox tremblingly, and then tried again and again with a trembling hand to light the match.

His hands were clumsy, and it wasn't until the fifth attempt that the flame finally lit.

After a while, a tiny wisp of smoke rose up in the alley.

Arthur took a deep breath.

Today's tobacco is still so bitter, so astringent, and so choking, but fortunately, he has begun to get used to the taste.

He was finally beginning to understand why those people liked this unique hobby.

Arthur exhaled a puff of smoke and sighed heartily as he looked at the roofs of the shacks that lined the narrow alleys almost over his face.

"It's a good feeling to smoke......"

He looked at Dennis's familiar and unfamiliar face, and said, "Your child is almost a year old, right?" ”

Dennis was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Arthur pressed him heavily against the wall of the alley, and his hat fell to the ground with a sudden force.

Dennis looked at Arthur with a gloomy face, and just as he felt that he was going to be beaten up, Arthur's voice rang in his ears.

"You're the worst colleague."

Dennis closed his eyes, smiled and nodded, his heart was a little relieved: "That's right. ”

"But that doesn't stop you from being a great father."

In an instant, Dennis's heart was like a knife.

Arthur bent down to pick up the hat that had fallen to the ground and pressed it back to his head, the brim of the hat covering his face, making it impossible to see his expression.

"Go back, go back and take care of your family, and I'll just walk the rest by myself." The road ahead is quite dangerous and not suitable for a family man like you. ”

Arthur put his hands in his pockets, and his back was dragged in the alley for a long, long time, but it made people feel a little lonely and desolate.

"Arthur !!"

Dennis's voice pierced the entire alley: "Don't go, he's waiting for you in front." ”

Arthur's footsteps only paused for a moment, but it wasn't long before footsteps sounded again in the alley.

"If you must go, bring this stuff with you!"

Dennis was screaming with all his strength, and he took off the officer's knife from his waist and slammed it to the ground.

"Take it! At least you're more deserving than I am! ”

Arthur stopped, and he looked back at the officer's knife that had fallen to the ground.

This time, Arthur didn't refuse.

He bent down to pick up the officer's knife, his fingertips flicking lightly over the gauntlet.

With a choking sound, the sword was unsheathed.

The sword body is snow-white and shiny, and at a glance, he can tell that it is usually well maintained, just like the one he had in the past.

It's so clean that it can be used as a mirror, which can not only reflect the faces of Arthur and Dennis, but also reflect the various states of the world and the heat and coldness of the world.

Arthur took the officer's knife and turned and walked towards the deepest part of the alley.

Officer Dennis watched his back as his body slid down the filthy wall.

The few words just now almost drained all the strength of his body, his legs went limp, and even his lips couldn't stop trembling.

He sat in the sewage, gasping for air, and he muttered, "Oh God! Dennis, see what you've done? ”

……

At the end of the alley, there was also a man leaning against the wall.

The brim of his hat was as low as Arthur's, and his simple casual clothes could not hide his strong and hideous muscles, let alone the shallow scar on his neck.

He tilted his head back and kept banging the back of his head against the wall.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

All the patrolling officers in Greenwich knew that it was best to stay away from him at this time, as it was a sign of his impatience.

And all the soldiers who had served in the 15th Royal Hussar Regiment understood what this meant.

However, they disagreed with the patrol officers, because the soldiers felt that this was a sign that he was ready to kill.

Willocks didn't travel with an officer's knife today, and he had a saber on his waist that he had treasured for years.

On the round head of the handle of the knife was engraved his identity - Captain of the 3rd Squadron of the 15th Royal Hussar Regiment Sgt. Willocks Roberts.