In a dark corner of the lobby corner of the Coburg Theater, Vidocq reached into his corset and pulled out his pocket watch, opening the gold-plated lid to reveal that the hour hand pointed exactly eight o'clock.

He looked up at the already full theater hall, and from time to time he heard the sound of majestic and mournful orchestral instruments.

In the center of the stage, the musicians of the London Philharmonic Society played their orchestral instruments, and the organ, violin, flute, and oboe glowed golden under the chandelier above the hall.

In the lounge next to the aisle, you can also see several priests dressed in religious attire, who will pray and preach between the first and second parts of the Matthew Passion.

But that doesn't matter, because at this moment, all the visitors of the day are focused on the center of the stage, where Mendelssohn, dressed in a tuxedo, with a faint smile on his lips and his eyes closed, is madly holding his baton, and with the movement of his arms and the rise and fall of his baton, the choir from the Parish of Westminster in immaculate white robes sings arias rhythmically.

As soon as this young pianist and conductor of European fame appeared, he attracted the attention of countless people of the opposite sex with his overflowing musical talent and chic appearance.

And the ladies who sat in the front row, who were die-hard fans of Mendelssohn, couldn't help but hold their thumping hearts with both hands, and they lamented: "I can think of the best fate in the world, probably to die in the arms of Monsieur Mendelssohn with that poignant pale face after suffering from tuberculosis." ”

Perhaps it was the lamentation of the ladies that played a role, and as the music shifted, the shallow smile on Mendelssohn's face gradually dissipated, replaced by pain and pathos that gradually crept up the corners of his mouth.

As his baton jerked up in the air, the choir mezzo-soprano aria rang out: "Repentance and guilt, tear this guilty heart into twin petals." May my tears be worthy of anointing you, O faithful Jesus, repentance and guilt......"

At this moment, the pastor, who had just been waiting in the aisle, appeared with a Bible in his hand, pressed the Bible to his heart, and chanted: "Then one of the twelve disciples, named Judas, went to the chief priest and said, ......"

The bass, who played Judas, followed by the chant: "I give him to you, how much will you give me?" ”

The priest continued to whisper, "So they gave him thirty pieces of silver. From that moment on, he looked for an opportunity to hand Jesus over. ”

The soprano voice was mournful and bleak: "Flow, the blood of the heart." Hey, a young son who was raised by his own hands, who once sucked your nipples, but because he became a poisonous snake, he threatened to kill its nurse. Stream bar......"

When Vakur, who was leaning against the base of the wall, heard this, he couldn't help but spat at the ground and whispered: "Fuck, who are you scolding?" Who said it was thirty silver coins, and it was sixty thousand francs, a lot of gold. Are they singing this today against us? Boss, the plan is exposed? ”

Vidocq glanced at him when he heard this: "Vakur, I usually have nothing to learn more about culture, but people are singing Judas." ”

"Ah...... It was Judas! When Vakur heard this, his face was a little unbearable, and he casually found a stubble to save some face: "I thought it was the Virgin Mary who was singing." ”

Vidocq glared at him: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you so much, you just do your own work, and leave the things that use your brains to me." We've figured out tonight's program, "Matthew Passion" is followed by Mr. Hastings's "Bell", take advantage of this time to find Mr. Dumas's hiding location first, and when Mr. Hastings is ready to take the stage, let's do it immediately. ”

When Vakur heard this, he immediately felt a little embarrassed: "But chief, this time is too tight, let me find people out with a tune, and you are too embarrassed." ”

Vidocq pursed his lips and glanced at this uncompetitive subordinate, and he couldn't wait to slap him directly: "Idiot! "Matthew Passion" is two or three hours long, and if you can't do it for so long, I'll just put you in the pot and boil it. ”

Vakur was frightened into a cold sweat by the boss's momentum, he hurriedly spoke out to calm Vidocq's anger, and while stretching out his thumb, he said: "Boss, you even know this, no wonder people say that you don't look like an ordinary hooligan at all, elegant, elegant!" ”

When Vidocq heard this, he angrily reached out and went directly into Vakur's skirt, and with a sudden force of his right hand, he directly tore off two catties of cotton: "Don't go yet!" ”

Vakur was so frightened by him that he hurriedly covered half of his buttocks, and crawled down the stairs to the box on the second floor.

He muttered and complained as he walked: "Leave me some more, there is no cotton pad, and when the breeze blows, it is strangely cold." ”

When Vidocq heard this, he was even more angry, and he scolded in a low voice: "Mother, if it weren't for the disobedience of those clever people, why would I have worked with a herd of donkeys?" I knew that hooligans everywhere were just as stupid, I might as well be caught in London! ”

Just as Vidocq was furious, in the second-floor box above his head, Alexandre Dumas and Tom were sitting on chairs with ropes tied to each other, enjoying the best music in Britain.

Dumas hummed along as he listened, while Tom, who sat beside him, had a worried expression on his face.

Tom spoke, "Mr. Dumas, I will allow you to come out from under the bed, you and I will only know it, and you must not tell Arthur!" ”

Alexandre Dumas gave him a blank look: "I'm not stupid, why am I telling him this?" Besides, what are you afraid of him for, isn't he just a little policeman like you? ”

When Tom heard this, he hurriedly corrected with a serious face: "Mr. Dumas, although I respect you very much, I advise you not to insult the name Arthur Hastings in front of a Scottish Yard police officer. As far as I know, most of the front-line patrol officers respect him. ”

"Respect him?" Alexandre Dumas raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you respect him?" ”

Tom glared, "Of course I respect him for getting a raise every Wednesday shilling for everyone." ”

"Three shillings?" Alexandre Dumas pouted: "This money bought you off?" I think maybe you can have a higher ideal, like republicanism or something. ”

"Republicanism?" When Tom heard the word, he simply asked, "Can republicanism bring us a raise of three shillings a week?" ”

Dumas almost didn't think about it, and said, "Of course! ”

"Why, then, is France, where republicanism is the best, worse off than Britain? I've heard that your low-level labourers don't see any meat all year round, but the workers in London still get a little meat a day when they have a job to do. ”

Alexandre Dumas had planned to give Tom a good idea of his republican views, but Tom didn't expect Tom to stop him at once: "Is this ...... This is because republicanism failed in France, and if it succeeds, I believe it will be for the better. ”

Tom just shook his head and said: "Then wait for France to get better and then talk about republicanism, don't you give us a penny of salary increase, and you want us to sell our lives, isn't it a lie?" Mr. Dumas, perhaps you may consider taking a position as a stockbroker on the London Stock Exchange, where the newspapers say are full of swindlers. ”

Dumas was speechless by Tom, and he was scratching his ears and cheeks thinking about how to get himself back on the field, when suddenly there was a knock on the door of the box.

Tom shuddered at the sound of the voice, and before he could care whether Dumas was uncooperative or not, he grabbed Elder socks and put them in Dumas's mouth, and then pushed Dumas back under the bed like a noodle.

He had just hidden the man when he heard Elder's voice outside the door: "Arthur! Arthur! Are you there? Otherwise, let's change the box, I just saw that you have a bed in this room. Anyway, you can lie wherever you lie, and my sofa is a little more comfortable. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter's voice sounded outside the door: "This gentleman, are you really a friend of Mr. Hastings?" This is Mr. Hastings' exclusive lounge, and he has just instructed us that he is too tired from work these days and needs to take a nap before going on stage, so that we should not disturb him. ”

"Of course I'm his friend, and if there's anyone else in this world who is Arthur's friend, it's me. If you don't believe me, call him out, and see if he recognizes me. ”

"This ...... It's not that I don't believe you, but after a few shouts there is no response, and maybe Mr. Hastings is asleep, so I think it's better to forget it. ”

"Forget it? Don't you have the key? You open the door for me, and if he turns around and blames him, it's all mine. ”

"I'm sorry, sir, though you may be unpleasant, but out of work ethic, I must reply to you: forgiveness."

"Okay, okay, then I'll figure it out myself."

Elder stood outside the door, looking at the waiter in the distance with displeasure, but before he could complain.

The tall and touching Lady Coconut Tree, who stood beside him, smiled charmingly and took out a bunch of keys from behind her: "Honey, what do you think this is?" ”

Elder was stunned for a moment, and then said in ecstasy: "Oh! Oh my little cutie! I didn't expect you to have such an outstanding unique craft in addition to being beautiful! You got the keys from the waiter? ”

"Uh-huh!" The coconut tree took Elder by the arm and asked, "But, my dear, are you sure that we will not be found here?" ”

Elder patted his chest with a flushed face and promised, "Don't worry, I've looked everywhere, and the box on the second floor is the most secluded here." You and I are here to enjoy the wonderful performances presented by the masters, and at the same time discuss the issue of literature, maybe you don't like literature, but that's okay, let's talk about naturalism.

I have a friend who is a naturalist and he told me that human beings may not have been created by God. My dear, what do you think on this issue? I think we might be able to verify it tonight. ”

The coconut tree's eyes narrowed into a line with laughter, and he fluttered his false eyelashes braided with horsehair, gritting his back molars and pronouncing in a falsetto: "I think we should probably go into the room first." ”

When Elder heard this, he only felt that his whole body was straight, and even his fists were hard: "Okay, dear, I listen to you all." ”

He hurriedly took the key, obviously to open the door, but Elder was probably in too much of a hurry, and the door was almost knocked open by him.

Elder staggered into the door with a thud, but before he could cry out in pain, he glanced around the room.

"I knew Arthur wasn't here, how could he sleep on such an important occasion tonight?"

The coconut tree also twisted his long skirt into the room, he also glanced at the furnishings of the room, and then pretended to be weak and lay on his side on the big bed, waving his arms lazily at Elder: "Honey, don't forget to lock the door, don't let your friends disturb our interest." ”

Elder rubbed his arms with a wicked smile in his eyes, and he made Agareth, who was sitting on the windowsill, frown: "Fuck, learn from me?" ”

Elder stood on his tiptoe and touched it lightly, then turned his back to the door panel, as if he had superpowers, and locked the door without looking at the keyhole.

With the click of the door locking, Elder swooped forward like a monkey from a tree that had just run out of the Great Rift Valley: "Honey, I'm here!" ”

Before his body landed on the bed, he was caught by the coconut tree standing on the bed.

"Oh! My dear, you have great strength. ”

"Of course, I'm no ordinary lady."

The weight of the coconut tree and Elder pressed against the bedboard, only to see that the bed board was visibly half concave downward, a move that forced Alexandre Dumas, who was lying below, to complete a forced abdominal tuck exercise.

Dumas glared at Tom, who was lying next to him, and although he didn't dare to make a sound at this time, Tom still decoded the meaning from the shape of his mouth: "Aren't you a cop?" What are you running here to lie down for? Why don't you go out and get these two people away? ”

Tom's face was full of bitterness, and he also learned from Alexandre Dumas to encrypt the communication: "It's the first time I've done this kind of thing, and I have no experience!" Besides, wouldn't it be a good thing for Mr. Carter to go out now? ”

Dumas didn't dare to make a sound, but he still couldn't help but complain: "Then are you just watching him discuss the birth of humanity above our heads?" I can't stand it! ”

But although Dumas was tough on his mouth, his body was still very honest.

After all, humans always have some trivial curiosity, whether it is about their own kind or close relatives.

The coconut tree hugged Princess Elder in her arms, squinted and smiled, "Honey, do you want to play something fresh?" ”

"Fresh?" Elder's heart was about to pop out: "Of course, the Royal Navy likes fresh, and spoiled ones are a last resort. ”

"Good. Honey, you're lying here. ”

The coconut tree slowly placed Elder on the bed, and then pulled out a string of rope from the cascading skirt in a position where Elder couldn't see.

"How does it feel?"

"Oh! Honey, are you going to tie me up? ”

"Uh-huh!"

"Blindfold me too?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Honey, don't say it, you're quite professional in this technique, what did you do before?"

"Guess what."

Dumas, who was lying under the bed, couldn't stop muttering, "It's quite perverted." Are you Brits like that? ”

Tom rubbed his hands on his face vigorously, and suddenly let out a sigh and gritted his teeth, "Mr. Dumas, why don't I go out and get him." ”

Hearing this, Alexandre Dumas hurriedly grabbed his sleeve: "Don't worry, don't worry, listen to it again." ”

There was only a snap, like a whip on the buttocks, followed by a roar of rage that looked like it was going crazy.

"Fuck you idiot! Fool, I ask you, are you still arrogant? It's not crazy anymore! Next time, if you don't clean up your hands and feet, I'll peel you off! ”

"Oh! My dear, this is a novelty. ”

"Who the played with you! You're still addicted, aren't you! ”

Just as the fight in the box was hot, Arthur, who moved a chair and sat behind the stage curtain, looked through the gap in the curtain at the Red Devil who was lying on the windowsill of the box watching the play.

He pinched his chin and fell into deep thought, and only after a long time did he rarely compliment the faithful Agareth: "Although I gave my soul to help him pay attention to Alexander's movements, I was able to do so dutifully for a moment, even to the point of abandoning my favorite musical." Sure enough, the devil still respects the contract. ”

I asked for a count of votes at the beginning of the month, and there will be a lot of votes tonight

(End of chapter)