A girl with a parasol holds Arthur's arm and leads him through the narrow, crowded streets.

Although it was not the first time Arthur had been to such a place, the choking smell still forced him to frown.

The parish of St. Giles, though no less dirty, is a wealthy area that once had a glorious past as you can see in some of the buildings and road plans.

The Taol Hamletz district, on the other hand, was not well laid in the first place, the roads here were made of mud and garbage, and the alleys were full of a cold smell, and even the bricks and ashes were soaked with moisture, making them look wet and sticky.

Although some basic drainage ditches have been built next to the house, the ditches here are often clogged because they have not been uncleared for a long time, and all kinds of blackened and rancid garbage are clogged in the corners, giving off a shocking stench that makes people feel dizzy after sniffing once.

However, the people of the Eastern District cannot be blamed, after all, if there are docks, shipbuilding, winemaking, slaughtering and leather making that require urine tanning, it is difficult not to create such a poor sanitary environment.

Perhaps sensing Arthur's pace slowing down, the girl thought he was suspicious, so she hurriedly reassured.

"Sir, you probably haven't been here before, have you? Actually, I also want to find a clean hotel, but we rarely see that kind of thing here. In our business, we usually bring guests to their rented houses. If you don't believe me, you can look around, and if you find the hotel, then this order will be considered for nothing, and I won't charge you a shilling. ”

At this point, the girl was telling the truth.

It's hard to find a hotel in London's East End, mainly because two hundred years ago it was little more than a field next to London.

The Colebrook family, who own the local land, has always operated the land as a manor, and the land in the East End has been sold in small pieces and eventually leased in the form of strips.

These lands are leased for periods ranging from decades to years.

Countless small, cramped houses were erected on these cramped plots, and the layout of the buildings did not have any concept of urban planning, and no space was left for public buildings or roads.

Perhaps the tavern owners who got into the eyes of the money could still deduct space for a few more stools from the already modest road.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the number of buildings with such a large area as hotels is scarce.

At best, the architectural layout of the East End resembles an improvisation inspired by an artist.

At worst, this is the human being's own interpretation of what kind of behavior can be called anti-human.

Arthur was led by the girl through two narrow alleys to a dense blue-roofed townhouse made of red bricks back to back.

They were crammed together, and the windows on the red brick walls were so dense that they looked like two pieces of cheese that had been squeezed together by a violent maniac.

In addition, Arthur was most impressed by its unique structure, perhaps because it was located at the intersection of three narrow streets, and the house was designed as a triangle.

The protrusion of the triangle is a rusty red door, and when the door is opened, a narrow staircase large enough for one person to be revealed behind it.

In order to maximize utilization, there is a locked compartment under the stairs, and judging by the dirty footprints on the floor and some cotton wool, the tenants here may be working in a nearby textile factory.

The girl's rented room was on the second floor, and Arthur followed the girl into the room, and he glanced around, the environment here was better than he had imagined.

A large clean and tidy bed, a well-lit window, a teapot and cooking utensils on a small round table, and a wardrobe against the wall.

The full atmosphere of life made Arthur sure that this might really be the girl's residence, and perhaps this was why she chose foreign sailors to start.

Foreign sailors are not familiar with the place, and most of them will not stay in London for long, and even if they are trapped, they will not have much trouble.

And if it was against the local sailors, then these people would have to weigh the possible consequences of this.

Everyone knows that most of the sailors who ran merchant ships in these years were not good at it.

Some of them chose to go to the sea to make a living, not only for the sake of their salary, but also because some of them were too unspeakable to stay in their hometowns.

This view is supported by the records of major crimes in Scotland Yard, where the 1811 murder of the Ratliff Highway in London's East End was the work of a sailor.

In response to the unsolved case, the magistrate had to order the arrest of a suspect in response to the fact that the local magistrate's court was on the verge of being stormed by angry people.

Although, according to Arthur, the suspect may not be the real murderer.

Because he never confessed to his crime, but inexplicably chose to hang himself in prison.

But the dead man could not speak after all, and the murder did not continue to happen after that, so the magistrate's court insisted that he committed suicide in fear of crime, and deliberately put his body on a straw cart parade in the street.

In order to prevent the murderer from being resurrected, the angry and superstitious people climbed into a grass cart and nailed an iron nail to his chest.

For this kind of plot, Arthur has slowly begun to get used to it.

This is the way it is in this era, with a little civilization in the barbarism.

You say it's not moral, but it did go through the trial process.

You say it's about the law, but this case reveals a hint of indescribable weirdness everywhere.

If you look into it carefully, it is like a comedy full of black humor, and there is always a hint of comical in the helpless sadness.

Arthur sat on the edge of the bed, spitting out smoke rings with his pipe in his mouth.

He was pondering the cases he had seen, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the girl had somehow taken off her long skirt, revealing her fair thighs and tight corset.

The girl noticed that he was not moving, and thought he was shy, so she smiled and leaned close to him.

"What? Are the men in India as reserved as you? I've never been to India, but I've heard sailors say that India is full of wool, spices and tea.

Many young masters of the squire family in China went to the East India Company to stay for a few years, and when they came back, they became very rich. Your father must have been one of them, right? How did you become a sailor? ”

Arthur asked as he smoked a cigarette, "You are different from ordinary ladies, most women know about beautiful dresses and cosmetics, but you know India." ”

Arthur's compliment was very useful, and she smiled and put her hand into Arthur's coat.

"To tell you the truth, I was actually born in Cambridgeshire, and when I came to London from the countryside a few months ago, I was in the same car with a Cambridge student of excellent character and learning, and his father turned out to be an employee of the East India Company, and I heard him say this."

Arthur looked down at the girl's hand that was stretched into his coat, shook his head slightly and sighed: "I said, don't touch my things, and don't put your hand into my coat, otherwise you may touch something you shouldn't touch." ”

The girl thought that Arthur was flirting with her, and her eyebrows were full of smiles: "You men have always said that, so let me touch it, what is it that shouldn't be touched, I guess...... That must be ......"

Suddenly, her hand touched something cold and hard in the inner pocket of her coat.

The smile on the girl's face froze, and she carefully troughed the thing.

A moment later, there was a hint of panic and panic in her eyes as she looked at Arthur.

She had already understood what it was, and although it was uncommon, it would kill people every time she encountered it.

"You...... You ......"

The smile on the girl's face was gone, and her voice was trembling: "I can give you whatever you want, and I don't want any money for this order, just please don't harm my life." ”

Arthur took a puff of cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke, and even his accent became normal.

"Don't be afraid, ma'am. I don't mean to hurt you in the slightest, you just treat me as an ordinary guest. I don't understand the rules of your business, so I want to ask, where are we now? Are you going to just scream, or are we going to go through the program again? ”

Thank you for the time and the reward of the two alliance leaders who like the zero clothes the most.,Currently owe 2 chapters to the alliance leader.,1 chapter the day before yesterday.,A total of 3 more.。

(End of chapter)