Greenwich District Police Station, in the Superintendent's Office.

Arthur took off his civilian clothes and changed into his familiar police uniform.

Agareth leaned back in his chair and asked playfully, "How are you going to save that little girl named Robin?" IMHO, she may have been working in a textile mill for too long and suffered from lung disease. I'm afraid this disease is not so easy to cure, right? ”

Arthur buttoned up his uniform and said, "Agares, don't talk cold." If there's a way, just say it. ”

"Oh! Arthur, it's not that I won't help you this time, medicine is really not my area of expertise, mathematics, astronomy, and linguistics are my specialties.

As for the medical side, it's better for you to ask Baal than for me, at least Baal understands how to create a plague, and that Lord of the Flies understands that. ”

Arthur took out the Royal Society Pass given to him by the Duke of Sussex from the drawer.

"Agares, although I knew that you probably had this reply, I couldn't help but want to say it.

You sell abductions to normal people all day long, hire lame carts, let you form a band, and you find me a bunch of mutes to sing.

It's not my fault that you can't get the soul, but because you've done too much and too much of it out of tune. ”

When the red devil heard this, he angrily slapped the case, and he scolded.

"Arthur! Don't blame me for saying something ugly, there are strict rules for anyone to make a deal with the devil!

All contracts are carried out under the constraints of the laws of hell, and all standards are fair, open, and just.

You don't get what you want, you can only blame yourself for not making your request clear, and I can't blame it! ”

"The laws of hell?" Arthur captured the new vocabulary: "What are the laws of hell?" ”

Agareth snorted: "I told you that you don't understand, since you are a police officer in Scotland Yard, then you can understand the laws of hell as the laws of the world."

All in all, I cannot deceive you on the terms of the deal, and no devil will dare to deceive you in this regard.

Whoever dares to deceive the laws of hell will be regained by the power of the laws. ”

Arthur raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "So, the devils of hell are all law-abiding citizens?" Shouldn't this kind of place be a paradise? How can it be hell? ”

"Oh! My dear Arthur. ”

The Red Devil rubbed his hands together and laughed, "If you've ever been to hell, you'll know." If a creature only obeys the most basic rules, that's not a good thing.

Because that means he's going to do everything outside of the law, are you really sure it's going to be a good thing?

For example, Barr, collecting feces is not against the laws of hell, and eating feces is certainly not against it, but can you stand your neighbors doing this kind of thing every day?

If you can stand it, I can sell you my villa in Hell right now, and we'll sign a contract now, ten souls, for a fair and cheap price.

Just because he built a dungyard restaurant next to my house, thousands of flies were partying there every night.

I've been hanging that house in hell for thousands of years, and no one cares about it, you know, my house used to be a high-end villa! ”

Arthur pouted: "I thought you and Barr just had some personal grudges, but I didn't expect there to be a financial dispute." Agares, it seems that I don't know you well enough. ”

Agareth shook his hand generously: "It's okay. As you said to Adam before, let the past pass. Over time, I believe we can definitely form a good partnership. Arthur, be less wary of me, I don't always want to trick you. ”

Arthur put the Royal Society pass in his pocket: "Your words are enough to make me feel uneasy. Forget it, that's all for today, I'll have to go to the Royal Society to find Faraday. ”

"What are you looking for him? Isn't he an expert in chemistry and physics? He didn't understand medicine. ”

"But he should know, and I've heard that the medical community is very concerned about the progress in the field of chemistry, and many of them have a deep relationship with chemists.

Mr. Faraday probably knows some good doctors, and even if he doesn't, I can ask the rest of the scientists to help me inquire. ”

Arthur picked up the yarke hat on the table and walked out of the room, but before he could reach the police station, he heard someone stop him.

"Sir, wait a minute, someone just called the police, saying that two people died on Central Street!"

"Dead people?"

Arthur looked back, and there was a little police officer out of breath.

He hurriedly asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

The little police officer immediately saluted, and then hurriedly said: "The Wells Hotel on Central Avenue reported that two travelers died in their room, and the innkeeper said that the cause of death may be a gas leak.

As soon as we received the police, we sent police officers to cordon off the scene, as you instructed at the last working meeting. Look, would you like to go there yourself? ”

When Arthur heard this, he immediately put on his hat and said, "Take me there immediately!" ”

……

Ten minutes later, Arthur took Tom and Tony to the Wells Hotel at 24 Central Street in Greenwich.

The hotel was bustling with people, and countless good Londoners were tiptoeing in, hoping to see what was going on.

And the police officers have also set up a cordon with ropes in accordance with Arthur's order, prohibiting unrelated people from approaching.

Police officers patrolling the neighborhood were also urgently redeployed to maintain public order.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please give way!"

Tom and Tony yelled at each other as they rushed into the crowd in an attempt to clear a way into the hotel for Arthur.

When the patrolmen around saw Arthur present, they hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Inspector Hastings! ”

The citizens, who were still bustling with people, heard this voice, and one by one they couldn't help but look back at Arthur.

"He's Arthur Hastings? The young police officer who saved the little boy in court! ”

"Can't be wrong! It was written in the newspapers that Arthur Hastings had been promoted to Superintendent of Greenwich District, and that was him! ”

"O my God! He was really young, very tall and handsome, and he knew at a glance that he was very capable. ”

They spontaneously made way for Arthur, perhaps because they were so quick to step back that they swept both Tom and Tony into the crowd.

He came and howled in horror: "Damn it, let us out!" ”

Arthur didn't care about the two of them at this time, but walked straight to the front desk of the hotel in his riding boots.

It is a very narrow aisle, and as soon as you enter the front desk, you can see the price list hanging on the wall.

It was written in crooked handwriting - a special price every evening, from 9 p.m. to 5 p.m., and only two pennies for an overnight day rental.

The waiter at the front desk, a young man in his twenties, saw Arthur and only smiled reluctantly, perhaps frightened by the sudden intrusion of the large number of policemen.

"Mr. Officer, please inside. The deceased was in a room on the second floor, and the rest of the guests of the hotel had been concentrated there as instructed by the police. ”

Arthur didn't bother with this first, but kept looking at the price list on the wall, and asked for no reason, "Is your rent here so cheap?" I had just returned from St Giles in the West End, and even the inns there received three pennies a day. ”

The waiter replied, "It's not always so cheap, don't you see?" Only the overnight day rental in the evening is two pennies.

At that time, the guests who should have checked in have basically checked in, and the boss said that the remaining rooms are empty, so it is better to rent them out at a low price, at least they can get some money back. ”

Arthur asked, "Now that everyone is moving in, who is renting these overnight day rentals?" ”

The waiter shrugged his shoulders and said, "There will always be someone to live in, after all, it is not easy to find such a cheap room." Like the beggars who have their luck and get some money, the prostitutes who are looking for a place to pick up customers, or the country farmers who have just arrived in London to beg for a living, but they are unfamiliar with the place and have little money in their pockets. ”

Hearing this, Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly, and he remembered the missing list of the parish of St. Giles that he had seen earlier.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry to the police district, but instead asked, "I remember a lot of innkeepers don't seem to welcome these people, right?" They believe that bringing these people in will affect the reputation of the hotel and cause normal guests to be reluctant to choose to stay in their hotel. Why is your boss's business routine different from theirs? ”

The waiter saw that the police inspector was very easy-going and amiable, and his nervousness relaxed.

He said, "Who knows? I also persuaded him many times, after all, after those daily rentals were occupied, I had to be responsible for cleaning, and I was fed up with those jobs.

You may not know that the poor residents are so poor, with their bed sheets and bedding getting dirty, and wine bottles and stuff on the floor.

I told my boss many times that if I continued to do this, something would happen sooner or later, even if it didn't happen to other guests.

But he just didn't listen to me, he said he had his ideas, and I was just a part-time worker, and I didn't care about so many things.

He thinks that the overnight room is from 10 p.m. to 5 a.m., when the other guests are sleeping.

As long as the beggars and prostitutes come after the guests have gone to bed and go before the guests get up, there will be no problem.

But lo and behold, what happened?

The first two months were fine, and our boss, Mr. Wells, was hardworking, insisting on blasting them out by five o'clock in the morning every day.

But what about today? As soon as I opened the door today, I found two prostitutes who had spent the night dead in the room.

Mr. Wells is so arrogant that he has only been a hotelier for a few months, but I have been a waitress for five years.

In my opinion, it is definitely not possible to do business like him. ”

Hearing this, Arthur took a penny from his pocket and placed it on the table at the front desk: "Thank you for the information, good citizen. ”

The waiter was stunned by Arthur's sudden appearance, he picked up the coins on the table, looked at Arthur's back as he went up the stairs, and pondered for a long time before he spoke.

"Don't worry, Mr. Officer, I can talk about two more pennies!"