Led by Adam, Arthur and the others came to the Crow's Nest area, located in the deepest part of the parish of St. Giles.

Arthur glanced over and saw Dickens scribbling a few lines in the notebook he was carrying.

- The streets are muddy, and the narrow, dark alleys are filled with the stench of excrement and vomit. There are a few small shops, but there are few items on the shelves, and I am afraid that their only goods are groups of children in the store who are begging for food.

- Even though the sun had just risen, they had already had to crawl around the doorway, and from time to time there were babies crying in the house.

- It was a bleak place, and it seemed that only the tavern was doing well, and there was a lot of noise from some low-level Irishman.

- Corridors and courtyards extend on both sides of the narrow street, and through the gaps, you can see several humble rooms crammed into piles and clusters. There, some drunken men and women rolled together, covered in mud, like pigs rolling in a mud pit.

From time to time, from some of the doorways, a few fierce and frightening-looking men appeared, their eyes sneaky, and it was obvious that what they were about to do could not be anything upright or noble.

Seeing this, Arthur slowly exhaled a smoke ring with his pipe in his mouth, he read.

"There are no toilets, no garbage cans, no water pipes, no clean water, and there is not a single sewer pipe in the whole area to clean up the filth.

Rather than living in the most prosperous city in all of Europe, they live in a primitive wasteland where no civilization is visible and no one cares about. ”

When Dickens heard this, his writing suddenly stopped, and he turned his hat and asked.

"Arthur, did you study classics in college?"

"No, I studied history."

Dickens was a little surprised: "Is the level of education at the University of London so high?" It seems that the previous reports in the newspapers about your school were all wrong, and they were all unfounded slanders.

You, a student studying history, can have such a high level of writing, if you graduated from classical literature, I'm afraid you are all at the level of a writer, right? ”

Arthur took a puff on his cigarette and asked, "What do the newspapers say about our school?" ”

Dickens replied: "They say that the University of London does not look at faith in admissions, and that there is not even a prayer room, that such a school is simply a dunghole university, and that the best student can study in such a school for four years, even if he reads elegant classical literature, can only learn cesspool literature in the end." ”

Arthur wanted to argue against his alma mater's reputation, but Elder suddenly had a smiling face in his mind.

He struggled in silence for a long time, then took a puff of cigarette and said slowly: "Although I don't agree with the newspaper's point of view, the person who is full of cesspool literature seems to be by my side. ”

Dickens asked, somewhat unconfidently, "Do you mean me?" ”

Arthur shook his head in denial, "No, no, Charles, I'm not talking about you. You've seen that guy, the one who was drinking with me in the tavern that day. ”

Dickens was stunned for a moment, then covered his forehead and exclaimed: "He actually reads classical literature?" O my God! If you hadn't told me, I would have thought he wasn't educated. ”

Arthur raised an eyebrow and said, "This may be because you don't know much about the nature of education. Education can only teach students some skills, but it can't teach them to think. Education doesn't necessarily make people better, and sometimes it even makes them worse. ”

Dickens looked a little confused: "I don't quite understand what you mean. ”

Seeing that he didn't understand, Arthur asked, "What do you think a stubborn fool would have become if he had a college education?" ”

Dickens hesitated, "Will it make him less stubborn?" ”

Arthur shook his head and said, "No, he's going to get tougher than he used to be."

Because he would choose the parts of his education that he liked and add them to his bullshit logic to make himself look more funny.

Charles, you must know that even the sun can only illuminate those who are willing to receive light. ”

Dickens asked, "Do you mean that stupid people should not be educated?" ”

Arthur shook his head again: "No. They should still be educated, smart people can only move forward in this society if they don't receive education, if stupid people don't get some education, how can they live?

Besides, even I can't be sure if I'm smart or stupid, what if I'm the stupid part?

We think we're rational, we think our every move has a reason.

But in fact, imperceptiveness and bigotry are common to all types of people.

Charles, usually when I scold others, I also scold myself, so in the end, it's better to leave yourself some way out. ”

Hearing this, Agareth smiled and sat on the half-dropped rain shield of the small shop.

"Arthur, how can you be paranoid and stupid? You're a clever villain.

You just don't hang out with those stupid people. As soon as a person enters the group, the level of intelligence is severely reduced.

In order to gain recognition, they are willing to put aside right and wrong, and trade intelligence and common sense for that humble sense of security and belonging that makes me feel ridiculous.

Isolated individuals have the ability to control their own reactive behavior, while groups do not.

As long as they get together, they have no brains, and they don't dare to do or even think about things in the past, as long as there is a leader, they can do it for you one after another.

And what you have to do is give them some slight, imperceptible influence, maybe a slogan, or an act.

As long as they receive your message, you can drive them to die in front while you sit in the back and count the money quietly. ”

Arthur glanced at the Red Devil, and he couldn't figure out why this guy was saying this today.

His current mood is not much better, nor is it much worse.

Usually when his mind is quiet, Agareth is too lazy to bother.

For even Arthur himself knew that it was difficult for human beings to be tempted in such a state of desirelessness.

Agareth is also an old salesman who has been working since the time of King Solomon, doesn't he understand this truth?

Arthur thought for a moment, did not say more, but followed the footsteps of the crowd all the way.

In the alley ahead, there was a dilapidated two-story building, with a hole in the roof, and the traces of last night's rain still hadn't faded, and the end of the eaves was dripping little by little.

Adam, who was being held by Tom, let go of his father's hand, and he whispered to Arthur and the others, "Gentlemen, please stay out of the way for a while." If Mr. Fagin had seen that I had brought an outsider back, not only would he not have opened the door, but he would have escaped through the window. ”

Arthur and the others glanced at each other and began to step back.

"Okay, let's stay out of the way, you stay safe."

Adam hesitated, and he suddenly stopped Arthur.

"Mr. Hastings, are you really not going to arrest Mr. Fagin?"

Arthur winked at him and smiled softly, "Did I lie to you?" ”

When Adam heard this answer, he was finally relieved, and he nodded earnestly.

Then he walked to the door of the room, which had been reinforced with two layers of wood, and tiptoed lightly three times.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The rhythm of the knock was slow, but every one was very heavy.

Immediately afterwards, Adam curled his fingers into a loop and whistled twice to the cuckoo's call before he began to speak.

"The birds of the forest are coming, Robin Hood, Robin Hood, open the door. Don't bring your bow and arrows, because I've brought you two cat eyes back. ”

There was a moment of silence in the cabin, and a high-pitched and hoarse voice came from within.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo, where did you fly back from? The raven of the forest replied that you had been guillotined. ”

"The cake blinded the eagle's eyes, I returned from the academy for further study, and the ten-day vacation was relaxed and pleasant."

No sooner had Adam finished his sentence than a cloudy, yellow-spotted eye appeared through the round hole in the door.

His eyes surveyed the environment behind Adam until he was sure that there were no Tibetans, and the door finally opened a gap slowly.

"Adam, you can come in."