In front of the vast and ornate Congress Square, Arthur, dressed in a ruffled robe, looked out of place with the richly dressed crowd here.

Although Willocks' attack didn't hurt him, it still made a few cuts in his coat.

The gentlemen and ladies around him looked at him with strange eyes.

They didn't know why this neat-looking young man was wearing such a torn coat stained with sewage.

But Arthur didn't pay attention to their gaze, he just walked as usual.

He walked around Parliament Square at his familiar pace, just as he used to patrol the narrow alleys of London's East End.

Agareth was by his side, and the Red Devil laughed uncontrollably, occasionally commenting on the avant-garde attire of the ladies around him.

"Look, what's in her head? Two flower feathers? Was she going to pretend to be a peacock? ”

"Damn, can't she wear less perfume? The smell is as strong as the River Thames! ”

Arthur didn't know if he was impatient with the talkative red devil, so he stopped and took a deep breath.

"Agareth."

The Red Devil heard Arthur call out to him, and leaned over with wide eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry for today's incident." Arthur glanced at the police officer's knife in his hand: "I shouldn't have hit it so hard, I should have spared him a breath and forced him to hand over his soul." Sorry to let your lunch go to waste. ”

When Agareth heard this, the corners of his mouth almost reached the base of his ear.

"Oh! Arthur, my good brother! What are you being polite to me?

I'm a devil, and I want souls to torture them to please myself. And what you did today makes me very happy!

You don't know how happy I feel when I watch you take that shit sheriff's life!

I felt as if it wasn't you standing there, but myself. The lump of scum that fell to the ground was not Willocks, but Baal!

Damn, I'm so happy! I'm going to do that one day, and that bastard will die at my hands sooner or later!" ”

Arthur saw that the Red Devil was so happy that he even had his tail up, and then he believed that he was not lying.

He let out a long breath, "I don't know if I'm doing the right thing." But I ended up with a human life, but as soon as Willock died, there was no way to continue the internal investigation, and the witnesses were gone, so how could they investigate Tom and Tony? ”

Agareth smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Tom and Tony are saved, but what are you going to do later?" ”

Arthur looked up at the sky, and the gray clouds were moving, and a glimmer of bright sunlight could be faintly seen in the gaps in the clouds.

He put his palms over his eyebrows to avoid the light, squinted his eyes and said, "Let's take one step at a time." I couldn't do it, so I took a boat to the Americas. Don't people who can't get along in the country generally go there?

Some of them go to North America, some to South America. I can be active in the jungles of the Amazon and herd sheep in the pampas.

By the way, I've heard that the big guys in the North American colonies are going on some kind of westward movement, and I don't know if there's gold mining there.

If I find out, maybe I can sell water while I'm in the middle of the gold rush. ”

Agareth was puzzled: "Arthur, what kind of brain are you?" People are all going to pan for gold, why do you go to sell water? ”

Arthur shrugged, "I don't know either, but this is what a text I read when I was a kid taught me." It says that you can get rich and become a business giant by selling water, and I'm going to check for myself if it has lied to me. ”

Agareth looked disdainful: "You better don't verify it, you can only earn a few people by selling a bucket of water?" Besides, isn't it good to stay in Britain? ”

Arthur said helplessly: "I have to keep it too." After I've seen Tom and Tony one last time at Scotland Yard, we'll be ready to buy a ticket to the Americas this afternoon. ”

"Do you have enough savings to get to the Americas?"

"I'm not like Tom and Tony, one of them has to support a wife and children, and the other is planning to get married. And I'm a carefree single, and I'm still saving money quite quickly. Truth be told, with the gold medal I would have won at university, I had saved up a huge sum of ten pounds. ”

A playful smile appeared on Agares' face.

"Oh, that's a lot of money! I hope you can make it. ”

Arthur stared at Agareth's face for a long time, and he read a hint of something wrong in the Red Devil's expression.

"Agareth, are you hiding something from me?"

"Is there one?"

Agareth conjured a file and said while polishing his little nails, "Actually, I have a lot of things to hide from you, which one are you going to hear?" ”

"Then you start from the beginning, oh oh, yes, don't start with King Solomon."

When Agareth heard that Arthur would not let him mention King Solomon, he threw his file on the ground in a rage.

"Arthur! Then I don't have much to say! ”

Arthur looked a little surprised, and he replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, Agareth, it's my fault, I thought your devil's life would be wonderful." ”

Smoke appeared on the top of Agareth's head, and with a whoosh, it disappeared into a bubble in front of Arthur.

Arthur sighed, rubbed his face with his hand in hopes of looking refreshed, and walked towards Whitehall Street.

4 Whitehall Street wasn't that far away, and it didn't take long for him to get there.

Looking at the majestic headquarters of the Metropolitan Police Force in London, Arthur always felt a little strange.

Although he had been here many times, this was the first time he had visited as an ordinary citizen.

He pushed open the door, and inside were the usual busy London policemen.

These former colleagues, who were sitting at their desks sorting out their papers, couldn't help but glance up at him when they heard someone pushing the door.

For the first time, Arthur felt how awkward it was to be watched.

He looked down at the civilian clothes on his body, and then at the uniformed London policemen, and raised his hand slightly in embarrassment.

"I'm looking for Tom and Tony, and I heard they're in confinement and under investigation?"

His gaze swept over every police officer present, but whenever his eyes were about to touch the other party, they all lowered their heads and buried their faces in the newspaper in their hands.

In the crowded office, no one responded to his request, let alone his questioning.

Everyone was just busy with themselves, as if he were just an invisible mass of air.

Without him, the world wouldn't be a better place.

Without him, the world wouldn't be any worse off because of it.

Arthur's palm holding the doorknob trembled slightly, and after a moment of silence, he finally let go of the doorknob and prepared to leave the place that no longer belonged to him, and he no longer belonged.

However, as soon as he turned around, a gentle and generous voice sounded softly behind him.

"Excuse me, is it Officer Arthur Hastings?"