There is no scarier area in the world than the East End. From Whitechapel, Hoxton, Spitalfields, to Bethnal Green, you can see too many tragedies along the way.
Witch Taylor's father originally lived in the countryside and worked a lot to survive, but then the enclosure movement took place, and the landlord's manor no longer needed labor.
Out of helplessness, the family of four moved to the city, that is, London. According to the propaganda of the gentlemen, there is no shortage of job opportunities there. As long as they work hard, they can have savings and drink milk.
But the reality is far from the propaganda.
My father used his savings to rent two decent houses in a short alley. The weekly rent was ten shillings. The food was expensive and poor, and the water was of poor quality. Within a few days, everyone's health deteriorated.
It was also extremely difficult to find a good job, and the salary was so low that the family soon began to run into debt. Due to the harmful and dark environment, as well as the high-intensity work, my father contracted lung disease, and the family fell into despair.
In desperation, the family moved to a cheaper alley, which was filled with criminal activities and made people feel indescribable horror.
Next, my father lost his job because he lived in a place with a bad reputation and could only go to the dock to do odd jobs. His eight-year-old brother also had to go to work and sell newspapers on the street.
Even so, the money earned was extremely disappointing, and the dark and dirty environment, poor water supply, and poor food almost all turned moldy, making the body increasingly weak.
Later, the bad neighbors wiped away the last bit of dignity of the family of four, and the father also became addicted to alcohol. He fled into the pub to seek shelter and enthusiasm, socialized with friends, and all kinds of wanderers, forgetting everything.
A few weeks later, my father crawled out of the tavern. He was in more debt, his senses were numb, his mind was confused, and all he could think about was drinking. He was willing to do anything to satisfy his addiction.
Under the stick, the mother, who had just finished breastfeeding, became a homeless person and became the person she had despised the most.
The place used to pick up guests is where the family lives, a broken room of less than ten square meters——
The bed took up a third of the space, and the remaining space contained a table, two chairs, a full-length mirror, a coal shovel and a bucket.
My father stayed in the tavern all day long, no longer working hard, and came home just to find money;
My brother slept in a workhouse, and the money he earned from selling newspapers during the day was only enough to feed himself. He occasionally came back to deliver some food, but he did not dare to bring the money home.
After a few days, my mother adapted to this kind of life very well. Like other wandering orioles, she finally made up her mind to leave the home because she could not stand her husband's endless oppression.
Satin robe, worn shoes, pink silk stockings, a soft hat in summer in the cold winter, and lipstick as bright as blood.
This was Taylor's second deepest impression of her mother. She once said: Girls in Fog City all live like this, living with boys of the same class, and after a few years, they go to the streets to pick up guests.
Because after my mother became a wandering warbler, she made a good friend. She started working as a servant when she was ten years old. When she was eleven or twelve years old, her mistress beat her, so she ran away and had nowhere to go. Her mother had already passed away, and her father The whereabouts are unknown.
After a few days as a refugee, she met a fifteen-year-old boy and the two lived in the same shared house until he was caught for theft.
During this period, the boy passed the virus to her, and she deliberately broke a window in order to go to jail——
There is free medical service there, and the doctor may be able to cure the disease.
A few weeks later, the woman was released from prison, but due to her criminal record, she could no longer hold a legitimate job. She had to go to the streets to solicit customers and live with other people of her kind, with about fifty people in each room.
“All the girls have to go to the streets to get money for the boy they love the most, and if the girl can’t get the money, she has to steal something or she’ll be beaten up by her boys when she gets home.”
To this day, these words still echo in my ears.
The story doesn't end here.
After the family of four left the two, the father soon went to jail. He could not pay off his high debts and was sentenced to ten years in prison.
Immediately afterwards, the diocese found her mother and asked her to shoulder the responsibility of raising her. She was only four years old at that time.
Two months later, my mother has not lived the good life she imagined. She looks average and is unwilling to read books to improve herself. She cannot be a good companion for gentlemen and deals with down-and-out workers all day long.
Mother's figure can often be seen on the sidewalks and corners. Her eyes gradually lose their luster, and she is in a daze, unable to move for several hours.
Without receiving guests, there would be no source of income. Both of them were starving. As she lay dying, Taylor vaguely remembered her mother speaking again. The specific content was not clear to her. She probably regretted coming to this city.
Finally, my mother carried herself to the Financial City, which was full of prosperity and the women were gorgeously dressed.
In the center of the city, stands the Monument to the Great Fire of London to commemorate the dead two hundred years ago.
It is two hundred feet high, with a flame-shaped urn on top, which looks particularly conspicuous.
At the same time, it is also a good place to commit suicide.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, her mother carried her up more than 300 steps and fell from the highest point, but the city didn't care.
Life and death in the foggy city rarely attract attention. The existence of the people at the bottom is something that no one cares about except themselves. There is nothing to say about being forgotten after death——
Because it is not remembered while it is alive.
However, due to unknown reasons, Taylor was resurrected from the dead and turned into another kind of life form. Yes, she thought that she would not enter that terrifying state after dying once. However, under the siege of investigators, she was deeply tired and... The boundless darkness came and pressed towards her.
The witch stood quietly, fragments of memories tumbling in her mind. Joy, indignation, hatred, and countless emotions were struggling in her mind, shouting and persuading her to resist, but she slowly returned to calm.
For some reason, she didn't feel any fear at all. She just felt that the whole world was extremely peaceful, so peaceful that it made people feel lonely.
"Perhaps, everything is just a dream. When I wake up again, the weather will be fine and I can still bathe in the sunshine alone." She thought.
Then, the sword on his neck left.
It returned to the body of the stick and became a walking stick, and its owner became a normal person, except that his clothes were a little messy.
“Good quality, avoided embarrassment.”
Lu Li picked up the deerstalker hat hanging on his belt and put it on again, returning to his ordinary appearance.
"You provided resurrection sixty-three times. It can be deduced that you killed sixty-three people in total."
"Although I don't know the specific legal provisions, you will definitely be sentenced to death by hanging."
Lu Li was a bit talkative, probably because he was in a good mood after solving the trouble easily.
"Boss, what are you going to do with her?"
Bai Yu returned to normal, but his clothes were not so lucky. The bat wings made two holes in the back area.
Of course, there is no need to pay attention to small things, no one pays attention to heights, especially late at night.
At the same time, the witch looked directly at Lu Li. She was not afraid of death. Otherwise, during the siege, she would have tried to fight back in search of a chance of survival, and she would not have stood waiting to die.
"Keep her."
Lu Li explained: "As long as we ensure that serial murders will never happen again, we will have to answer to Scotland Yard."
"Indeed, if we just kill her, it would be better to keep her and make good use of her. Maybe we can achieve miraculous results."
Bai Yu understood what Lu Li meant.
For the two of them, the so-called morality does not need to be in mind all the time, there is no need to eliminate evil and do everything, just maximize their interests.
What's more, the deceased themselves were not good people, so just die.
only……
Bai Yu hesitated to speak. He couldn't think of any effective way to control the other party, so he could only place his hope on Lu Li.
Under the gaze of two eyes, a pendant was hung on the witch's neck.
The soul-binding bolt is made from the purified soul of fallen angels and various mysterious metals. Its functions are unique:
The seal strength can be adjusted at any time according to your own needs.
This piece of equipment helped the former Lu Li solve the sequelae of his wolf form, and also made a splash in the world of the Three Kingdoms, helping him to be the first to understand the effects and take the lead every step of the way.
Later, it became useless and could only be hung on the chest as a decoration, so much so that Lu Li almost forgot that this thing existed.
The moment it touches the witch, the pendant emits light visible to the naked eye. It will apply the power of the seal to the wearer according to the owner's needs, and this seal will not be affected by distance. As long as the owner has a thought, that is It can control the wearer and turn him into an ordinary person.
"You'd better kill me." Taylor felt the power surge in his neck and looked unhappy.
She prefers death to being controlled by others. The latter is not something she has never experienced before, and the Supreme Mother Goddess may help her again and regain her life.
"Don't think about anything until you give me the answer I want." Lu Li smiled.
It took four or five days of busy work and wasted an opportunity to travel through time and space to solve this serial murder case. How could it be said that he could be freed so easily.
the other side.
Queen Victoria took a special train from London to Windsor Castle.
In fact, the assassination that occurred in the evening did not cause much trouble in the female monarch's heart, but she was unwilling to return to this city that made her so sad.
Even though the citizens burst out with strong enthusiasm and loyalty when she was assassinated, just like in the past, she still made up her mind to leave.
"Your Majesty, London needs the royal family, and the royal family needs to respond to the people who support her."
The train started slowly, and the cardinal sitting next to him finally spoke.
"Then inform the Prince of Wales and Princess Alexandra." Victoria looked out the window. No one knew what the queen was thinking except herself.
On the side, the cardinal nodded slightly, agreed with the queen's statement, and said solemnly: "I will let the church send people to protect the two highnesses."
The Prince of Wales lives an informal life and often does things that violate morals. Therefore, the Queen has not allowed him to take charge of any affairs related to actual government affairs.
Now, the first heir to the empire finally has room to perform, which is a good thing for some subjects.
And Alexandra, this exotic princess who married from Denmark, has an unexpectedly good reputation. Two years ago, before she married the Prince of Wales, she happened to pass through London, and the citizens burst out in anger. enthusiasm and praise.
The balconies of every house were covered with red velvet, the shops were filled with wedding gifts, the whole city was decorated with red ribbons, and a gilded Danish elephant sculpture was erected near the station.
At that time, the Queen was still in mourning, and such a grand welcome ceremony was only for the future Princess of Wales who passed by here briefly.
The Queen seemed to have thought of something, regretted the decision she just made, and sighed: "Forget it, let the Prince of Wales stay in the country."
"But the princess leaves her husband and travels alone. Not only will it fail to appease the people, but it will also arouse suspicion of the royal family from all walks of life. What's more, you have just been assassinated."
A close minister couldn't help but speak.
The prince's reputation has always been bad, and he is keen on having relationships with all kinds of married women.
The most critical thing is that the Queen's beloved husband, Prince Albert, unfortunately contracted typhoid and died when he went to Cambridge to visit him because he was concerned about his situation.
Therefore, the queen has always blamed her late husband's death on her son's absurd behavior.
"Compared to the prince, the Princess of Wales is more stable and can act on behalf of the royal family."
Victoria continued not to want to discuss the subject, adding: "I would have Princess Helena accompany her to make a royal statement."
Helena is the Queen's third daughter. Due to her young age, she has not yet married and has been staying at Windsor Castle.
A princess who is popular among the people and married to England, and a princess who is born from the queen and represents the orthodoxy of the royal family. Together, the two can indeed appease the complex situation caused by the spiritual tide and preside over the overall situation.
Spiritual tide.
Hundreds of years ago, the world was full of incredible things. The various epic deeds recorded in religions were not fabricated out of thin air. There were also traces of the horrific legends spread among the people.
But for unknown reasons, all these things disappeared overnight.
Now, they are back again.
Specifically, when the Queen ascends the throne, something magical happens.
The cardinal can be sure of this, because he is a witness——
The coronation ceremony was held at Westminster Abbey. On that day, the Queen, dressed in gorgeous gold clothes, was awarded a medal symbolizing national sovereignty amidst loud trumpets and rhythmic music.
The Master of Ceremonies placed golden spurs on the Queen's heels, and the Archbishop of Canterbury, himself, presented the national sword in a purple sheath, saying: "Please accept this one from the altar of God, from us. These bishops, we humble servants of God offer the sword of the king.”
Then, the Queen stated that she would bear in mind the Archbishop’s admonition: “With this sword, justice is brought to an end, injustice is swept away, God’s holy Church is protected, orphans and widows are defended, corruption is rectified, order has been restored, wrongs are punished and corrected, and goodness is ensured. current situation.”
After the ceremony, light shot out from the holy sword, as if God was responding.
