Greenwich Police Station, in Arthur's office.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Sheriff Jones pushed the door open, and the first thing that caught his eyes was his messy hair, torn, bloody shirt collar, and bruised, swollen eyes.

Arthur, who was originally working at the desk, looked up and saw his miserable appearance, and couldn't help but open his mouth slightly in surprise.

He asked, "Claydon, what's wrong with you?"

Jones clutched his aching shoulders and smiled reluctantly, "It's nothing, sir." You know, it's the kind of thing that happens when you're unlucky in our business. Just let some lawless bastards block me in the alley and beat me up. ”

When Arthur heard this, he slammed the table, he turned around and picked up the police officer's knife hanging on the wall, and opened his mouth to scold: "Attacks on the police have happened repeatedly, it's just lawless!" Where are those people, I will personally lead people to arrest them! ”

When Jones heard this, he shook his head again and again, and said, "Those people came prepared, they all wore hoods, I guess it may be because I caught too many corpse thieves, so they found someone to take revenge on me." If you go now, they must have run away long ago.

Forget it, basically every police officer in our police district has encountered this kind of thing, but this time it was my turn. It's just a little skin injury, just take care of it for two days, and don't worry about it. ”

When Arthur heard this, he still seemed a little angry, and he read: "Although everyone has encountered it, it must be filed, and this kind of violent attack on the police must be severely cracked down." Jones, you should leave the police work for the next few days, and you will not go with the Liverpool-Manchester railway next Wednesday, and you can recover from your injuries at home.

Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation for this attack on the police. You've done a lot of work in the murder and robbery of corpses, and now you've shed blood for Scotland Yard, and I can't chill you no matter what! ”

When Jones heard this, he hurriedly stood up and saluted, "Sir, I'm fine. A small injury does not affect the work. ”

Hearing this, Arthur frowned and stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Jones, I know you're very passionate about policing, and I've seen the results of your work in the area. In the past four months, he has been personally involved in patrols almost every day, and his efficiency in solving theft and other crimes is also very high.

Usually the owner loses something in the morning, and within a few days you can arrest the perpetrator. This kind of speed of solving cases is beyond the reach of even the headquarters of the Metropolitan Police Department in Greater London.

A good young police officer like you is exactly what we should be protecting. You can rest assured that you can go back to recuperate, and I will submit a report to the headquarters to clarify your injury and the reason for your absence.

In addition, you should not be reluctant to go to the doctor, your medical expenses will be borne by the bureau for you, you can rest assured. Now, obey orders! ”

When Jones heard this, a hanging heart finally let go, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

He thought he was hiding it well, but he didn't expect it all to be seen by Arthur, who had a faint red glow in his eyes.

Jones saluted, "Yes, sir!" It's my pleasure to work for you! ”

He turned and walked out the door, gently closing the office door.

There was a click, the door closed, and Jones's face was clouded.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself, "The strongest voice in Scotland Yard?" It's just a brainless idiot. I don't blame you for being naïve, I just blame the world for being ruthless. The Inspector of Scotland Yard will only be able to hold office until next month. ”

He brushed his crumpled collar, twisted his head to the sides, and walked out of the police station humming a light-hearted song.

In the office across the wall, Arthur's fingertips also beat on the top of his desk, the same cheerful rhythm that Jones hummed and the "March of the Grenadiers" played on the battlefield of Waterloo.

And under Arthur's rhythmic fingertips was a reply letter from Sir Peel, the content of the letter was very simple, and the ideas expressed were very clear.

- The change of the head of the railway ceremony will be announced directly to Scotland Yard by me next Tuesday evening. The focus of the Greenwich District has shifted temporarily, and the immediate focus of the District has been changed to the need to resolve at all costs this diplomatic crisis with France, which may cause an uproar in domestic public opinion.

In the office, the sound of Arthur tapping on the table suddenly stopped.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, only the sound of running water could be heard, and it was raining again in London.

In the dimly lit office, Arthur's face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of pale red eyes in contemplation.

Knock knock!

There was another knock at the door.

"Please come in."

It was a gentle voice with a hint of deadly intensity.

The door was gently pushed open, and it was entered by the makeover Dennis and Arthur's right-hand men, Tom and Tony.

They walked to their desks in unison, and the dim environment made it impossible for them to see clearly.

Under these lighting conditions, all they could see was a pair of eyes that shimmered like a scarlet gem.

The three officers didn't even dare to gasp for air, and the faint sense of oppression in the air made them feel a fear that seemed to come from the depths of their souls.

It was the smell of danger, it was the calm before the storm.

"Dennis." It's not loud, but it's a deterrent.

"Yes, sir!" Officer Dennis stood up straight, as if he might lose his life if he neglected a little.

"Can I trust you again?" The voice rang out again.

This sentence sounded unremarkable, but it opened the knot in Dennis's heart that he had been waiting for for four months, and he trembled and saluted in the direction of his red eyes the most standard salute in his life.

"Your will is my mission!"

A thunderbolt flashed outside the window, and the scene in the room was suddenly clear.

The flash of lightning illuminated the bright star of Buzz, lit up the red eyes, and printed Arthur, who was on the back of his chair with one hand, looking at Dennis and the book in front of him.

It was an old book from a used bookstore, and the yellowed pages already told the story of its past.

Maybe not everyone in the UK has read this book, but whenever its name is mentioned, it always reminds people of some old memories that have been hidden for a long time.

——Never be arrogant and unreasonable, never kill innocents indiscriminately, and never betray your promise. Forgive the enemy who asks for mercy, and help the woman who asks for help. Uphold just laws, never fight for money, and violators are punished by death.

Agareth stood aside, the Red Devil pushed the monocle he had just replaced, and pressed his slender withered fingers to the top of the page, where the name of the book was written—The Death of King Arthur.

(End of chapter)