The rain was pouring outside the window.

It rained all night in London and didn't stop until dawn.

The window glass of Arthur's residence was littered with traces of rainwater.

Agareth sat by the window, looking at the sun struggling to get up in the dark clouds in the sky, and just took a deep breath.

In his hand he held a small note, the address of the Gas Institute that Faraday had given to Arthur yesterday.

Faraday's words seemed to echo in the ears of the Red Devil.

Originally founded in Clifton, the Gas Institute was incorporated into St. Thomas' Hospital, King's College's teaching hospital, when King's College was founded in 1828. Its address is at 10 Besimer Road, in the Southwark district on the south bank of the River Thames. ”

The rain on the windowsill was ticking, and Agareth's fingers danced with it, clanging against the edge of the window frame, and the two mingled in harmony as if playing a symphony whose name was unknown and whose joy could not be heard.

He slowly closed his eyelids, humming a sleeping song in his mouth, a magical melody that lingered in every corner of the room, as if he wanted the world to fall into a never-awakening silence with the song.

Outside the window, the rain was getting heavier, and Agareth's singing was getting quieter.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Arthur had gotten out of bed at some point, and he was sitting at the table by the window, staring silently at the rain that almost turned the city of London into a vast ocean.

"Woke up so early?" Agareth muttered, "No, my tune ......"

"I didn't fall asleep at all." Arthur held a cold teacup in his hand: "You sang like mosquitoes there for most of the night, and you couldn't sleep if anyone else came." ”

"Really?" Agareth smiled awkwardly: "I thought you were asleep." I haven't closed my eyes all night, why don't you go back to bed and lie down for a while? I'll wake you up at the right time, and the sun hasn't even risen yet. ”

"No need."

Arthur rubbed his sore shoulder: "As soon as I lay on the bed, I wondered, can the gas research institute recommended by Mr. Faraday really cure Robin?" Although it may be the best research institute for lung disease in all of Great Britain, I still don't feel at ease.

After all, as you said before, Robin's illness is not easy to cure, and even a supernatural devil like you can't do anything. Can the Gas Institute really come up with a reasonable treatment plan? ”

Hearing this, Agareth laughed and leaned against the edge of the window.

"Yes, that little girl's illness is really tricky. But it's not that even the devil can't help it, at least I, the devil, originally had a way. It's just that for some special reasons, I can't use that method. ”

"Special reasons?" Arthur frowned and looked at Agareth: "What special reason?" You're trying to instigate me to kill people and take my soul again. ”

"No, no, no." Agareth shook his finger disdainfully: "Arthur, I want to instigate you to kill people, and I don't need to take such a method.

The souls of ordinary people, to me, are not very exciting. Just like this world, people have three, six, nine, and so on, and the soul also has sourness and sweetness.

Don't always think so badly of me, if I really just covet the little profit in front of me, I won't wait for someone like you to show up to conclude a contract. ”

Arthur glanced at him: "Put a long line and catch a big fish?" ”

Agareth smiled, "That's right! The bigger the fish, the more experienced it is, the easier it is to hide inside, and the harder it is to catch. The longer the line, the closer it is to the center of the pool, the more concealed it is, and the easier it is for the big fish to take the bait. ”

"But you haven't told me why you can't save Robin."

"Why?"

The meaning of Agares's words is difficult to understand: "Because this is the world of men after all, and if there is a soul that falls into the hands of the devil, it must be because someone has made a deal with the devil." If there is a soul that is redeemed, it is also because of human relationships.

Arthur, you see, it is easy to kill people, but it is difficult to save people, this is an eternal theorem, and it has been an iron law since the time of King Solomon. ”

Arthur looked at him with his teacup: "So you're making me believe in science?" A devil who makes me believe in science, a dying and struggling dead, but who can only count on God. This world is indeed ridiculous. ”

In the past, when Agareth heard such words, he would definitely jump out of the window with anger, but for some reason, today he was uncharacteristically calm.

The Red Devil opened the window, letting in the cold wind outside, and the cold rain sprinkled on Arthur's pajamas, freezing him and scolding.

"Agareth, where did I offend you today? Close the windows! It's June, but it's still cold when it rains in the morning. You know, this ghost weather in London! ”

But Agareth didn't seem to hear Arthur's words, and he spoke inexplicably.

"Arthur, you know what? Being a god is not as comfortable as you mere mortals think. God does not always live in heaven, and even He has his own hell. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, I said that this rain is like this today, how can I go to the gas research institute?

The roads are full of sewage, everywhere is muddy, haven't you bought a new pair of boots?

That brand new, beautiful, spotless riding boots.

I promise, if you dare to go out today, your boots will be ruined.

Listen to me, don't go out today.

Don't go anywhere today, just sit in the office of the district police station, let's have some tea and read the newspaper.

At noon, we'll meet up with your unobtrusive friend and Darwin, and we'll have a good talk about monkeys......

You don't care about the disappearance of Scotland Yard, spend this time safely and smoothly, you will soon be promoted again, and after that, we can climb higher step by step.

There are countless souls there, and endless beauties, wealth, status, power, everything you want is there. ”

When Arthur heard this, his brows suddenly furrowed, his waist gradually straightened, and his tone of voice became stiff.

"Agareth."

The Red Devil crossed his fingers and dodged his eyes: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"I ask questions, you don't ask me for souls, it's really not like you. What the hell are you hiding from me? ”

"Arthur!" The Red Devil suddenly said angrily: "I said, there are things you don't know better than you know!" You don't have the ability to know! ”

Arthur took a deep breath, and he snatched the note from Agares's hand, the line of address in his hand as if it were engraved in the palm of his hand.

Arthur's eyes were fixed on the Red Devil, and after a deathly silence, he seemed to know something.

He took a deep breath, put on his police uniform and gloves, and after a moment of hesitation, he grabbed the officer's knife that hung from the head of the bed.

Seeing this, Agareth hurriedly spoke up and said, "Arthur, you can't go anywhere today!" ”

Arthur glanced back at the Red Devil, and there was no expression on his face.

"Agareth, children are afraid of the dark, which is understandable and not scary. The most terrible thing in the world is that adults are afraid of the light. ”

With that, he left the angry Red Devil behind, opened the door, stepped on his riding boots, and ran down the stairs with heavy steps.

Seeing this, the Red Devil was furious.

He yelled, "Arthur, you can't stand it, you idiot! ”