Downing Street is located in Westminster, London, the capital of the United Kingdom.
For the past two hundred years, it has been the official residence of cabinet officials, prime ministers and finance ministers.
Its name comes from George Downing, a courageous plutocratic scoundrel who quickly made a fortune building houses in the most important areas of London. He then betrayed the Commonwealth and re-established the United Kingdom of Great Britain with the exiled British royal family.
It can be said that without Downing Street, there would be no Queen of England.
But these historical connections meant nothing to Uncle Winston, who kept pigeons in St. James's Park.
As early as a year ago, the whole world seemed to be in a strange dilemma.
The weather becomes strange and the political situation becomes unsettled.
People get sick, get well, get well and get sick again.
The sun is rarely seen a few times a year, there are fewer and fewer tourists, and there are more and more pigeons.
According to a decent account, Winston resigned passively, moved from the bench in St. James's Park, and shyly found a job as a driver.
What he likes to do most on weekdays is to watch the dignitaries coming in and out across the diagonal street like water. Whenever he can recognize the license plate of a luxury car, people from the Guardian asked about this unknown pigeon breeder in the park,
Then it was time for him to eloquently criticize Fang Qiuzhi and proudly point out the country.
Often in front of the camera, Uncle Winston can, in just a few dozen seconds, tell reporters what he saw and heard outside Downing Street fluently in an old British London aristocratic accent, using the most vicious words.
Conjectures, the most penetrating sinister scraps, the loveliest tidbits, told in a high-sounding tone, are vivid and vivid without missing any details.
Just thinking about these things made the dry spring in Winston's heart gush out some nectar again.
Now he is very down and out, wearing an old jacket and a low-quality turtleneck that makes the skin on his neck itchy. He can feel that the soft skin on his collar that has withstood the rain, wind, and sun has long since grown.
A thick layer of horny scales.
His thin cheeks and gloomy eyebrows were enough to scare any woman or child on the road. Even a man traveling with a cane and preparing to deal with criminals would not want to say a word to this strange middle-aged uncle.
Winston thought so——
——This is the worst, the worst time.
The rainy weather that lasted for half a year drove away the pigeons, and the plague that lasted for several years drove away the tourists.
He, an old aristocrat from the Zhengbai Banner who lived at the root of the imperial city, had no choice but to live on the street, standing on the porch of a hotel, discussing current political opinions with a vulgar doorman who was ignorant, fearless and did not understand gentlemanly etiquette.
In this age when people's hearts are not ancient, few distinguished guests can see Winston's noble soul beneath his downcast appearance.
The bitingly cold and strange weather has lasted for more than three months. It seems that the sun has given up on this land, and the sun of the Empire that never sets has set forever.
Even if Uncle Winston occasionally returns to his hometown and goes to Downing Street a few more times to see the solemn buildings and the fashionable beauties in the co-pilots of dignitaries, it is not as satisfactory as usual.
.
Just what he has seen in the past few months——
——The cabinet has resigned from thirty-three important ministers.
It seemed that something very terrible had happened. Like Uncle Winston, these famous figures walked into Downing Street happily and walked out of Downing Street in despair, as if there was something very important in their lives, as if they had a part of their souls.
I will stay in this ancient street forever.
The severe cold in winter is like a strange hand with bone maggots, strangling the throat of spring.
A phone call dispelled all the worries and longings of Winston, the old keyboard warrior.
Life still has to go on, no matter how noble a gentleman is, he still has to bow his head for food and clothing.
He has no wife or children, and his parents have long been turned into two tombstones.
Now if I want to support myself, I can live a good life in a rented house and receive living aid.
But Winston is not a man who takes time off——
——After all, he is an old nobleman who has seen big people and big scenes.
Even if you are acting as a chauffeur, you still have to explain all the royal scandals from the medieval era to the drunken guests, such as picking up the patient's skin folds after liposuction surgery and talking about the dirtiest and most curious things——
This is the style of [oldmoney].
On the other side of the phone, a young man's voice was unclear and unclear.
Winston followed the tone preferred by young people, likening it to the elegant and spirited tone of Batman's old butler Alfred, and wanted to make a perfect driving commission.
"Master! Hello! Please send your location to my mobile phone, I will be there right away!"
It was February, and there were cold rain and snowflakes floating in the sky.
Winston's philistine and cunning expression made the doorman stick out his tongue with disdain.
After asking the guest about the driving distance and explaining the price, the doorman made a disgusting expression because of Winston's disgusting face.
Winston was dismissive, but he wanted to explain the subtleties of the high price with a high head.
"Young man! Sooner or later, you will understand that our sincere service is not just for asking for one or two coppers - we should be the spiritual mentors of our guests. In addition to simple hard work, we want to be with our guests on this journey.
Share knowledge, become partners, or become life-or-death friends."
The young doorman just responded, thinking about the few cigarettes Uncle Winston usually brought, and did not laugh or refute.
"Yes! You are right..."
Hearing the doorman's response, Winston became even more excited.
"The friendship between Sherlock Holmes and Watson written by Conan Doyle may have started in a car, right? You carried umbrellas for guests, stopped the car, handed out towels, ordered meals and led the way to carry luggage, but you still had a shy expression that made it hard for you to open your mouth.
, This is such a pity - I know many big people! But I never think that I am outstanding. Why do you think I can achieve what I have today?"
The doorman finally couldn't help it anymore: "Uncle Winston...what achievements have you made?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Winston was speechless for a moment, so he skipped this topic: "Because getting to know people is not to let them know me, but to let them remember me! This point
It’s very important! If they remember me, no matter what method they use to remember me, they know me.”
After saying this, Winston walked down the stairs with satisfaction, held up a black umbrella, and pretended to wave goodbye to the doorman. His thick-skinned face did not feel guilty at all because he had just boasted and exposed a flaw - he just thought,
Today I had another lesson with young people, which is a great thing.
This feeling is like chanting a spell and releasing a spell.
The pride that arises spontaneously in my heart can wash away the continuous nightmares of the past few days.
Yes - Uncle Winston's sleep quality has been getting worse lately.
The rainy weather made his forty-six-year-old arms and legs almost rusty. Although he was a vigorous and vigorous man, he could feel the call of death all the time.
The old rental house began to grow moldy and smelly. The wooden floor would make a squeaking sound in the middle of the night due to the difference between the coal stove floor heating and the outdoor temperature. If you were awakened by such strange noises, it would be difficult to fall asleep. If you were in a drowsy sleep
Go, I'm afraid these weird notes will turn into gunshots in dreams.
He thought - it's a good thing there is such a magical spell, otherwise he would go crazy.
Only about five hundred meters away, the streets and roads were filled with icy snow. Occasionally, children could be seen grabbing sharp icicles on the railings. Winston immediately shouted: "Be careful! Don't hurt yourself!"
By the time the children were all frightened to death by this terrifying uncle.
Winston and his children's parents arrived late, pretending to smile.
"You don't want anything to happen to your baby, right?"
This was good, even the parents were so scared that they hurried away with their children in their arms.
"I can't even say thank you. I'm really uneducated..." Uncle Winston sighed: "People's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and London is no longer London."
He seemed to be on a horse racing, and finally walked to the driver's car.
The guest was leaning against the guardrail, vomiting wildly, as if he had drank ninety-six-degree water of life and wanted to vomit all the bile in his stomach into the Thames River.
Winston immediately raised his eyebrows and said nothing, practicing etiquette and ceremony, like a quiet old butler, holding an umbrella for the guests, and observing the guests' demeanor and race.
He is a young man in his twenties, with very beautiful blond hair. The smell of alcohol coming out of his mouth can smell of beef tongue and lobster. Hearing the customer's cursing tone, he must be a native of South Wales.
When Uncle Winston learned of these things, he immediately looked at the brand and value of the vehicle. Then his heart beat faster and he began to regret it again.
The reason why my heart is racing is - this car is very expensive, it is the long wheelbase version of Rolls-Royce Ghost.
The reason for regret is that the remuneration for driving may be less. If he meets such a customer next time, he will have to think twice before talking about money after seeing the car and the person.
"The key...the key is for you..." The guest finally finished vomiting the filth in his belly, swaying, opened the back seat door, and handed the key to Winston.
Winston held up an umbrella to help the guest get into the car and responded softly.
"Okay, we will return to your warm and comfortable home soon."
The guest didn't answer. He leaned his head against the car window and started snoring.
This made Winston a little uncomfortable. After all, he had a lot to say and a lot to brag about.
It would be a beautiful thing if he could get to know this young and promising young man, or his father was a young and promising young man, and Winston's wandering career would end and he could live a stable life.
Back to work——
——He stroked the steering wheel of the luxury car, feeling the scent of the car and the warm air from the air conditioner.
There is also the slight vibration and low roar of the car body when the car engine is ignited.
Winston's soul is almost out of his body - this is the life he wants.
He gently stepped on the accelerator, and a sharp and harsh sound came out, making him panic immediately.
The guest was awakened and yelled: "Idiot! Didn't you release the handbrake?!"
Winston: "Sorry! Sorry..."
This absurd farce lasted only about ten seconds. Winston's heart was beating wildly, and the guest only asked questions in a drunken state of anger. Then he fell into a deep sleep, and he could still hear the young man's murmurings in his sleep.
It is a cry of pain, a begging that makes tears flow.
Winston looked thoughtfully at the young man's face.
He didn't know what happened to this strange guest, but there seemed to be a machine that created nightmares in this city, invading people's dreams all the time.
For safety reasons, Winston decided to get out of the car and check the status of the vehicle.
He lowered his head in the wind and snow and touched a little dark red stain on the dark green car paint, which looked like blood.
The stain was no bigger than the size of a palm and smelled like damp mold.
Winston didn't think much about it, maybe it was the mud on the road, or the moldy oil he picked up when passing through the bridge.
He immediately got back in the car and prepared to hit the road.
The vehicle followed the navigation instructions and drove towards the countryside on the west side of the city. Its destination was a villa near a dark park, just beside the hb406 road.
Passing through the downtown area of Kennington, many barmaids were ogling Uncle Winston. This made him happy in his heart, but cursed in his mouth.
"A bunch of unruly bastards! They only recognize this car! But they don't recognize me as a person!"
Before he finished speaking, a sister with bright red hair and scantily clad clothes got on her bicycle and snaked in front of Winston's car.
Winston was dazzled by the swaying hot pants and black silk thighs, and he had no choice but to follow behind the bicycle. He felt irritated, but couldn't look away.
Those were the most beautiful legs and butt that this old pervert like him had ever seen.
If the horn was pressed to drive them away, such a beautiful body would probably leave immediately.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But as time goes by, Winston will feel a sharp and terrifying tingling sensation, teasing his fragile nerves like a steel needle.
It was as if there were countless steel wires connected under the skin of that hot girl, like a puppet that had lost its soul. It just mechanically stepped on the pedals and deliberately let loose in front of the Ghost car.
When Winston thought about these things, his inner alarm sounded loudly, and he repeatedly said to himself——
——You are an old gentleman. You have an agreement with your employer. You must not let anything go wrong on the way. You must be like a knight and send him home safely.
Although Uncle Winston had been very, very careful.
He was convinced in his heart that the plump and beautiful body was not something he could get. It was a rose with thorns. Like the wandering gypsy woman, it would only defraud fortune-telling customers out of their money.
Maybe as long as Winston drives faster and presses the horn, the red-haired hottie will fall down, and then the employer will have to face a huge compensation payment.
He has been very, very careful, very, very careful.
Went around the shoulder of the road, onto the sidewalk, and sped past the weird redhead.
Uncle Winston finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that working as a chauffeur for these wealthy guests was like an adventure.
He drove towards his destination, but he could not forget the bright red hair and the swaying figure in his heart.
Winston was very curious——
——What does that girl’s face look like?
He raised his head and looked in the rearview mirror.
Then he saw a bicycle driving crookedly on the road.
Pedestrians on both sides lowered their heads and looked in a hurry, not noticing this strange phenomenon.
Winston's brain froze at that moment and he could no longer think.
The last second he just thought that this passionate girl could ride a bicycle with half of her butt exposed in the cold Kennington Bar Street. She was a lovable and charming slut.
The next second, in the rearview mirror, I saw the lonely steel frame and handle of the bicycle, and saw its constantly rotating pedals and steel wheels, crawling crookedly and twisted on the road.
But what about the person on the bicycle triangle seat?
What about that woman?
She's missing?
Where did you go?
Winston slowly stepped on the brakes, fearing that he would never be able to take his eyes away from the rearview mirror. For safety reasons, he had to stop the car to take a closer look.
But no matter how hard he opened his eyes, he was about to stare them out of his sockets. The bicycle in the rearview mirror was just twisting and turning like a snake, but it did not fall down. It seemed that someone was really riding on it...
There was a sound of "Bang——".
Uncle Winster finally woke up, feeling a huge sense of terror in his heart.
He slowly turned around and suddenly saw a little blood stain on the rear window.
The hot girl who was posing on the bicycle just now, wearing heavy makeup and scantily clad clothes, was now lying on the glass at the rear of the car, her eyes were gloomy, her mouth was pouting slightly, and she was complaining unreasonably.
"Hey...Uncle, why did you stop suddenly?"
Winston gasped very hard. He felt that his neck was beginning to hurt, and it was very uncomfortable to keep turning his head.
The hot girl raised her broken and deformed wrist and pressed it tightly against the cracked glass of the rear window: "You can hear it, right? I broke all my bones. You have to pay for it! Pay for it! Pay for it!"
Winston didn't answer, he just looked forward——
——Nothing can be found in the rearview mirror, only the slightly cracked rear window glass.
This strange scene made Winston unable to think. He almost instinctively stepped on the accelerator and tried to escape.
"Hey! Hey!!! Son of a bitch!"
In the chaos, Winston could only hear yelling and screams of pain.
"Now you have to pay more money! More money!"
"I'm holding on to your rear bumper! It hurts... it really hurts..."
As the Rolls-Royce drove onto the suburban road, the sound was like a lingering ghost chasing Winston.
Occasionally he looked in the side rearview mirror and saw that in addition to tire tracks, there was a bright red blood trail on the road.
"Fifty thousand pounds? Or one and a half million pounds? What do you mean...my legs...and half my body? How much are they worth?"
"Why are you so quiet?"
"Winston Spencer?"
"I saw your driver's license..."
"It hurts...it really hurts..."
The resentful call came from the rear of the car, as if something had climbed onto the car.
There was only one thing left in Winston's mind - escape.
Along the rear window glass, there is a bright red flexible connective fiber tissue, with a round eyeball, coming to the front side window glass of the car.
It was watching Winston from the window -
——It can be seen.
But Winston didn't dare to look at it. At this moment, the middle-aged man could only see the wide road, simple line markings, and the wet and cold road surface.
"You bastard! Why don't you say anything! I want you to pay for it! Pay for it!"
"You think you can hide from me by just shutting up and pretending not to see me?"
A sad and vicious threat came from the trunk.
Winston did not answer. He found the green belt of the emergency lane and suddenly leaned the side window against the leafy trees.
Immediately afterwards, a shrill howl was heard.
"Son of a bitch! Bastard! Bastard! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My eyes...my eyes..."
Winston's eyes were bloodshot, and when he heard the unknown monster wailing, he suddenly began to laugh loudly, with rapid breathing, and the laughter was hysterical, with a hint of cruelty and madness.
The destination is not far away.
The guests in the back row are still struggling in their dreams.