Outside the Greenwich Police Station, Fiona, who was wearing a long dress, tucked her long pale blonde hair behind her ears, and she looked at the pipe pinched in the palm of her hand with mixed feelings.

Behind her were the members of Cambrighi's Little Brothers, who had been released together.

The group of tall, short, fat and thin young men looked at Fiona's expression, and one by one stepped forward to comfort her, "Fiona, it's not a big deal. Didn't you just sell your body as usual? At least the brothers have been released, and your consumption in the past two days is counted as our invitation. ”

Fiona couldn't help but glare at them when she heard this: "What sells your body?" This betrayal is the soul! There's no turning back now, you idiots! ”

Guys, you look at me, I look at you, they can't figure out what kind of nerves the eldest sister is going on today.

Someone whistled frivolously and couldn't help but quip: "Selling your soul? Is this a new technique you've developed recently? ”

When Fiona heard this, she unceremoniously raised her hand and slapped him.

I only heard a crisp snap.

The man covered his side face with a red slap print, and was stunned for a long time before he remembered to be angry.

He rolled up his sleeves and glared, "You bitch, do you really think I don't dare to beat you?" ”

"You try it?" As soon as the words fell, Fiona pulled out a flintlock pistol and stabbed it into the other party's mouth: "James, you listen to me, from now on, you have to listen to me for what you do and what you do." If you are not convinced, then I will send you to God immediately. ”

With the barrel of a gun in his mouth and beads of sweat on his forehead, James always felt a familiar position.

"You...... Where did you get a gun? We...... Didn't our guns all be confiscated? ”

"Where do you think I got it from?"

Fiona stirred the barrel of her gun in James's mouth, and finally slowly pushed it against the roof of his mouth, and she teased her blonde hair with her fingertips seductively, and then winked at the Greenwich police station.

There was no one else at the door of the police station, except Superintendent Arthur Hastings, who was leaning against the door and smoking.

Arthur also noticed Fiona's movements, he poured out the embers from his pipe, and said to Fiona, "Don't kill anyone, at least don't be here." ”

With that, Arthur turned and walked towards the police station.

Fiona covered her chest with one hand and smiled unabashedly and happily: "Darling~ I listen to you." ”

When the young men heard this, they couldn't help but swallow and spit at the mouth.

They asked, "Fiona, have you fallen in love with him?" ”

"That'...... That sliver, it doesn't seem to be a low level. ”

"So...... So you're going to be a police officer's wife? ”

Fiona raised her head and glanced haughtily at the group of men under her hands: "I don't have that kind of blessing, but with the relationship between the two of us, if you make me unhappy, I can still let him send you in!" As I just said, all of you will have to listen to me in the future, and we will do whatever business I say! As long as we don't make him angry, we will soon become rich. ”

The guys looked at each other, they were still hesitating.

But when they saw that Fiona's pistols were already being pointed at them one by one, the gang quickly complied.

"Okay...... Okay, we'll listen to you whatever you say! As long as you can make money, isn't it the same in any business? We've always believed in your clever mind, let alone you're still ......."

As soon as he said this, Fiona's gun was already on top of his head: "I don't allow you to mention his name, my relationship with him, we just know it in our hearts." If anyone dares to talk nonsense outside, don't blame me for not looking at our old friendship. ”

The young man looked at Fiona's fierce expression, stiffly squeezed out a smile, and nodded slowly: "Okay...... Fiona, you can say anything. ”

Fiona smiled and nodded: "Also, from now on, don't call me by my name, Fiona is not what you should call." Just like when I first met you, you want to call me by my last name, and call me Miss Ivan. ”

At the police station in Greenwich, the Red Devil stands on the bowler hat on Arthur's head, looking out.

Agareth laughed and rubbed his hands, "Oh! My dear Arthur, it seems that you have chosen a nice little girl to be your underground agent. She's only just got the power you've given her, and she can't wait to start using it. Seeing her always reminds me of an old friend, damn it, it's a bit nostalgic. ”

Arthur glanced at him, stood in the hallway and asked, "You have such a terrible personality, you can still have female friends?" ”

Agareth covered his mouth and smiled, "Oh, Arthur, I have a lot of female friends. It's just that I make friends with them, not because they are women, but because they have some qualities that I admire. I'm not your Asmontis-possessed friend Elder who can't move when I see the opposite sex. ”

"So, which of your old acquaintances is Fiona like?"

Agareth smiled and flapped his wings: "Do you know Nemesis? ”

Arthur laughed, "You still know the Greek gods?" Nemesis, the inevitable goddess of vengeance who inhabits Mount Olympus. Agares, I thought you demons and gods, born in the valley of the two rivers, couldn't get along with them. ”

The Red Devil ignored Arthur's questioning, and he swept through the halls of the Greenwich Police Station like a light wind, but his voice still echoed in the halls.

"Every region has its own beliefs, and every era has its own gods, and it's not a big deal. What has passed away does not mean that it has really passed away, and what exists may not be able to survive for a long time. The future depends on your own efforts......"

Arthur picked up a handkerchief and wiped the dust on his face, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "When it comes to pretending to be a ghost, you have to be you." ”

He opened the door to his office and saw a fat man sitting in his office chair, holding a quill and frowning in thought.

Seeing this, Arthur walked over lightly, for fear of interrupting the fat man's thoughts.

He leaned to the back of the office chair to take a look, only to see a familiar title written on the manuscript paper in front of the fat man—"The Revenge of Edmund Dantès."

Alexandre Dumas tugged at his head, only to feel like his head was about to crack.

He said to himself: "Although the main line has been determined, what kind of beginning should be used to bring in readers? ”

"How about trying to get out of the marriage? I don't think there's anything more appealing to readers than a genius, or rather, a promising young man who suddenly falls to the bottom of his bright life for unknown reasons, and even his fiancée, who is about to get married, runs away with someone. ”

Alexandre Dumas turned his head suddenly, and couldn't help but be surprised: "You still know how to write books?" ”

Arthur shook his head and said, "I don't understand, but I've seen it." But then again, you suddenly started writing a new book, is this a discovery of conscience, and you are finally going to pay me rent? ”

When Dumas heard this, he snorted disdainfully: "What do you know? It's a sudden inspiration for the playwright, it's a God-given desire to create, and money is only responsible for providing a small and insignificant impulse. Besides, you keep me in front of you, I can't go to the theater anywhere else, and the restaurants in England make me lose my appetite, so I have to find some motivation to keep going. ”

Arthur leaned against the wall and nodded, "So there's only one title for your motivation to live?" The scammers on the London Stock Exchange still know how to put out some news, and you plan to fool the reader with a headline, and you still lack the shortcomings to be a writing liar. ”

Hearing this, Alexandre Dumas said angrily: "You seem to be very professional, a policeman from Scotland Yard, and I don't know that I think you wrote "Henry III and His Court"! ”

Arthur began, "I'm not professional, but I think I might be able to give you some reasonable help and advice. Next week I'm going to a party at General Codrington's house, and he told me that in addition to science, I could talk about literature or something. If you can write the beginning by next week, I might be able to help you make a name for yourself in the upper class circles of London at that party. ”

Alexandre Dumas wondered, "You Englishman have such good intentions?" ”

Arthur shrugged his shoulders: "Believe it or not." I'm not doing this exactly to help you, though, because I don't think my personal scientific literacy is enough to last a three- or four-hour private party. Rather than being challenged by them about scientific issues, I prefer to talk to them about literary skills. ”

When Dumas heard this, he was convinced, and he nodded, "You're quite honest. But I have to admit that the idea you just mentioned is pretty good. At the beginning, I found out that my fiancée ran away with someone, and my good future was ruined, which really coincided with my thinking.

I was going to set up the protagonist as a promising sailor who was framed and sent to an island prison. If you add an element of a fiancée being snatched of her love at the beginning, it can indeed make the reader more angry, and when the protagonist takes revenge later, it can also make them feel more hearty. ”

Hearing this, Arthur asked, "Then have you figured out how to get the protagonist out of the island prison?" ”

"This ...... I haven't even started thinking about it, I'm still thinking about how to write the beginning. ”

Arthur smiled and leaned over and said, "I think you can set up a mentor-like role for him in the island prison, such as ......"

"Mentor?" As soon as he said this, Agareth came out of nowhere, and the red devil nodded with a monocle and said, "Speaking of mentors, it should be a knowledgeable devil." ”

Arthur glanced at the guy and continued, "I think the mentor could be a knowledgeable old prisoner, a chemist, or a naturalist......

(End of chapter)