"Time is the best medicine", whether it is for people or things, of course, sometimes it can become time-sensitive poison.
Butts Hospital reopened to the outside world after a week. In response to this attack, senior London officials gave financial condolences and also promised to strengthen patrols and maintenance around the hospital to prevent thugs from attacking the hospital again.
We apologize to all London citizens. The Police will take this incident as a warning and strengthen security in the city.
Under the careful care of doctors and nurses, Mr. Selt recovered quickly and heard that he would be discharged from the hospital in the next two days.
During this period, Chu Long and Corporal Lin En visited the hospital continuously and talked with him to relieve the fright in his heart and thereby enhance the effect of the treatment. This was also recommended by the doctor.
Of course, both Chu Long and Corporal Lin En agreed to help Ya Heng's physical recovery. After all, they spent some time together in London. The most important thing is that Corporal Lin En is indeed fine, so Chu Long doesn't care.
, just pass the time as boredom.
While in the hospital, Chu Long took the latest newspaper and handed it to Ya Heng who was lying on the hospital bed. Then he inserted a toothpick in his hand into a diced apple and said: "The latest newspaper, these two days have been very important to this person."
Major newspapers are publishing repetitive reports for fear of missing out on such a good subject."
"This kind of thing is not surprising at all. Public opinion increases sales, and this is how the newspaper industry develops."
"I have always felt that the money these newspapers make is based on the pain of some people, but sometimes this pain is necessary."
Ya Heng was leaning on the hospital bed, holding in his hand an apple that Chu Long had cut into pieces with a fruit knife.
"I believe this incident will become the biggest front-page headline in recent times, and sales will definitely be very good." Corporal Linn said while leaning on the sofa.
"Look! In the corner of this report, there is a photo of the reporter interviewing an unknown police officer from the Police Department." Ya Heng pointed to a corner of the newspaper and said to the two people in the room.
"Oh, I saw it. The police officer who was interviewed was called Hamilton. He was a superintendent. I met him when he was in the hospital." Chu Long put the peeled apple on the plate, picked up the next one and peeled it again.
"Well, he is the one being interviewed this time. After all, he was involved in this case." Corporal Lin En was not surprised at all, as if he had known about it for a long time.
"Where's Inspector Upton?" Yaheng only knew this policeman. After all, he had met him several times when he came to the hospital, so he still had an impression of him.
"Who knows about the internal affairs of the police department!" Corporal Linn spread his hands and said.
"Kazi, I thought you knew everything!" Yaheng said after chewing the apple chunks in his mouth.
"Tell me, why are you so good at eating apples after you get better?" Corporal Lin En said, looking at Ya Heng who was eating an apple alone on the hospital bed.
"That's because there is no other fruit to eat. I never eat pears."
"The doctor wants to eat more fruits, but these two days are the only ones. What do you think I should do?" Ya Heng was also helpless and almost vomited after eating apples.
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10 Fenchurch Street
On the second floor of the apartment, in a room hidden in darkness, two men were sitting in the room arguing constantly, but they tried their best to lower their voices, which sounded like platypuses barking at each other.
A bloated man held a pipe, puffed away at the smoke, and said in a low voice: "Life is always accompanied by accidents. Damn the French. A ruby necklace makes the whole thing more complicated."
Already."
"Don't be so sure. How do you know he is French? Maybe he is Alsatian? Don't bring your prejudice against the French into the incident." A hoarse voice came from the sofa near the window.
When I came over, the light in the room perfectly hid the man sitting on the sofa.
To put it simply, I only heard his voice but never saw his person.
"I don't care where the rat is in the corner, he has already made the dust in the house fly, which is not good for us." The bloated man blew out a smoke ring and said with slightly narrowed eyes.
"He is already on guard. If he takes action, he might be caught, so he can't take the risk." The man who was hiding in the dark said calmly.
"He has something the Shenguang Church wants in his hands. Those crazy people can do anything. You can't control people who commit suicide when they get crazy." The bloated man sat up straight with his fat body.
There was a slight creaking sound from the chair underneath, as if to protest against the damn fat man twisting on top of him.
The man sitting on the sofa gradually stood up, and you could vaguely see that his height of nearly two meters was still so mysterious in the shadows and against the backdrop of the black suit.
The weak light in the room did not stay on the man, and the light with the man's back turned made no sound. The sound of smoking smoke was slightly strange in the silent room.
"Shenguang Church! If you don't obey, then don't stay." Cold words came from the man in the dark, and he didn't seem to care much.
The fat body twisted again, said "Humph!", and then puffed away.
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Marylebone, a pub near Baker Street
A very inconspicuous little bar, at least from the outside it looks like this.
The old doors and windows, the damp floor, the neon sign, and the name of the bar "Small Wine Glass in the Sun" are shining brightly. There is nothing outstanding about the name of the bar, but when midnight falls, there are people arriving one after another.
, step into the bar from different directions on the street.
The bar is no different from other London bars, just a bit older. The wooden bar counter, wooden stools and small round tables are full of the strong flavor of the bar of the last century.
A white man with freckles on his face, wearing a black suit and shiny leather shoes with reflective boots, slowly walked into the bar.
The first time the bartender saw the freckled man, he walked up and led him towards a small door on the side of the bar.
Two men and one woman were sitting on a small wooden round table not far from the bar, always paying attention to the movements in the bar. The two men had faint bulges under their shirts, indicating strong muscles, and there was a slight bulge in their trouser legs.
It's uncoordinated, and it can be seen that there's either something wrong with the legs or something underneath the pants.
Wearing a red tassel dress, a red ribbon tied up the woman's hair in a high bun, paired with black high heels, and holding a wine glass with red liquid rippling in her hand, she exuded a coquettish atmosphere all the time.
The eyes of the two male companions sometimes stayed on the graceful curve, but never for more than a second. They basically passed by. The woman didn't pay any attention to it, but instead sipped the wine slowly and unnecessarily.
Regardless of any contact the three of them had, their eyes always stayed at the door of the bar, as if they were waiting for someone.
The arrival of the freckled man caused the three people's eyes to focus on him instantly. However, after the freckled man and the waiter walked into the small door behind the bar, the three people's condition returned to their previous appearance. They looked like freckles. The arrival of the man was not enough to cheer up the three of them.
Time passed slowly under the midnight moonlight, and customers continued to enter the bar.
Several people came to the bar while chatting with each other; rickshaw drivers taking a break from get off work; young men and women looking for an affair; and even some people brought their own drinks to the bar, but they also had to order a drink before they could be seated, otherwise they would be kicked out. This is not a hotel.
The moonlight is getting darker and darker under the cover of clouds. The patrons of the bar are still drinking wine and listening to music. One or two traveling singers will occasionally stay here. Accompanied by the singing, people are drinking happily. Tasty.
Wine is a catalyst. Under the influence of the dark night, people feel a little lonely and lonely in their hearts, and their dissatisfaction with life is infinitely magnified. People eat a single dessert, drink wine of different flavors, and occasionally howl along with the singing. Sound to release the pent-up energy in your heart.
Of course, there is always a shortage of guys fighting and making trouble in the bar, but although the bar looks small on the outside, it is not crowded at all inside. Under the influence of alcohol, a few sarcastic words were exchanged between each other, which inadvertently caused an unknown... During the fight, the tables, chairs and benches in the bar were changed up to 30 times in a month, once a day on average.
The owner of the bar never had a headache over this, but was happy to see the consequences. No matter how much the troublemaker drank or how fiercely he beat him, both parties would have to spend their own savings to repair every item in the bar after they sobered up. Damaged items also cause the tables, chairs and benches in the bar to often appear brand new in front of people's eyes.
Of course, there are many people who do not believe in evil, but refuse to pay, challenge the authority of the bar, and are sent to the dark room of the police station to reflect on their lives and pay money. There are also some people who feel unhappy afterwards and threaten the bar with force, depending on the seriousness of the situation. Depending on their gender, many people were stripped naked and hung on bridges on both sides of the Thames River, and were laughed at by others; in more serious cases, those who lost arms and legs became disabled and were looked down upon by others; of course, there are always a few in the world. Those who were too arrogant disappeared forever from the land of England, and Hades or Satan welcomed their arrival and joined their "big family".
Over time, people became more honest and stopped making trouble in the bar. Those with strong self-control tolerated it. Those with less control would rather go outside the bar and finish drinking instead of making trouble in the bar. After all, it was a bit expensive. I can’t afford to be hurt!
Don't ask the police why they don't suspect missing persons. They have no time to panic and are asking for trouble. The key is that nothing can be found.
No matter how time passes, the two men and one woman still do the same thing, drinking.
Gin, also called gin. It is basically one of the main themes of all cocktails. The two strong men did not add any auxiliary ingredients. Each of them had a glass of pure gin and drank it slowly. Women are not like men. , specialized in one kind of wine, but changed to two or three types of wine in a long period of transition.
The black side with the smell of burnt smoke and the mellow feeling attracts the women in the bar just like the two men around them;
The light taste of white rum is added to a few ice cubes, and tasting it slowly is not as good as the refreshing feeling of drinking a glass of it;
Drinking made the night longer, but for the threesome, it was normal and just a spice to spend the long time.