White Church Under Red Fog

Chapter 12

Throwing the bearded man into the warehouse, Mia washed her hands, lay back on the bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

It is not worth punishing yourself with other people's mistakes, especially this kind of garbage. Even if you want to deal with them, you don't have to be hard on your body. It's still not too late to think about this problem tomorrow morning.

Thinking like this, Mia had no dreams all night until dawn, and woke up in the misty sunshine of London's winter.

The faint pain in the wound on her head reminded her of her current situation, making her irritability a little worse.

It's a pity that no one gave her a chance to vent her irritability at this time, so she could only sit quietly on the bed for a while, waiting for her mind to clear up before standing up and preparing for a day's work.

Mia took a towel and took out a kettle of hot water from the stove and added some cold water to the basin. She washed her face in the small bathroom at home, brushed her teeth with coal ash shoveled out from the old stove and put into the tooth powder box, and applied a little grease left on Marina's table on her face to moisturize before returning to the kitchen.

Anne, who should have gotten up, was still sleeping because of her physical and emotional condition. Arthur also didn't get up, which gave her more time to make breakfast.

Quickly took out the beef that had been stewed in the stove last night, scooped a spoonful of the beef that was already very soft and glutinous, and added it to the cleaned rice pot along with the soup, and put it back into the stove; then picked the mushrooms and onions bought yesterday, cut them into pieces and threw them into the flour bowl, added some broth, stir, fry them in oil, shoveled them into the plate and cut them a few times; fried three eggs in the pan with the temperature and remaining fat that had not completely disappeared; then heated milk and poured it into the cup, and breakfast was ready.

Scooped two pieces of beef and vegetable cakes into the plate, covered them with two fried eggs, poured the meat porridge into the bowl, added milk and a bottle of pepper and salt, and Mia walked into Anne's room carrying a large tray.

"Anne, wake up, it's time for breakfast." Putting the tray aside, Mia called Anne softly.

Little Arthur is an active and energetic child. Anne was already very tired after the miscarriage and had to take care of the child. She was almost exhausted. Together with her poor mental state, this woman still had a faint dark blue under her eyes even after sleeping for a long time.

Mia wanted to ask Perry to help take care of little Arthur and give her more time to rest, but after thinking about it, she gave up the idea.

She was already mentally traumatized. If she didn't find something for Anne to do to keep her idle, who knows what would happen!

So she was a little tired, at least she didn't have time to think about more annoying things. She could get through it slowly by supplementing more nutrition in the later stage. It was better than her self-torture.

".....Mia?" Anne was a little confused when she opened her eyes. It took her a while to realize that she was in reality instead of in a terrible dream, and she was helped to sit up.

"I cooked breakfast, eat before going to sleep." Mia went to get a small table and put it on the bed, and put the tray on it, "I asked, this kind of meat porridge is easy to digest and absorb, and it is a good way to supplement nutrition. You and Arthur can eat it."

There are some fresh shrimps sent by Tom yesterday in the kitchen. After breakfast, they can be cooked and eaten in the afternoon to supplement the nutrition of Anne's body after miscarriage.

"Perry will come later. I have to go to the police station and then go to Dr. Kleinte for a follow-up..." Mia glanced at Anne and felt that she was in good condition. She talked about her own arrangements, "Maybe I will come back later, don't worry about me."

It's true that there is no time to be idle since I came here. There are a lot of things to do every day, and I haven't done anything yet. After a few days, I have achieved nothing except purchasing daily necessities and making some cakes. It also makes people want to sigh.

"I know, I will let Perry help me if there is anything." Anne was stunned, then nodded and said.

There are indeed too many things to do at home, and her current situation is not suitable for doing these things, so of course Mia can only go.

Mrs. Colette was not surprised by this. This was London in 1888. She had married her husband when her daughter was her age, and she was even pregnant. It was not strange for Mia to walk independently now. She was not a rich lady who had servants to help her with everything. Young girls in Whitechapel could take care of a family at the age of fourteen.

And...Anne wanted to cry again. Her child's originally beautiful face was now ruined. What else was there to worry about?

Mia, who had been staring at Anne, saw her eyes turn red, and quickly made the next move, "There is hot porridge, pie, broth and bread in the kitchen. I will solve lunch and dinner outside. Don't worry about me."

If she didn't say something, she was really worried that Anne's tears would fall at any time!

Fortunately, although Anne was in a bad mood, her attention was easily distracted, so no further problems occurred, allowing Mia to eat breakfast and leave in peace.

Wrapped in a heavy coat, carrying the bag containing Arthur's coat from the closet, Mia put down the black veil on her hat and went out.

"I'm here to see Mr. Waite." The bearded police officer from yesterday was still sitting at the reception desk. Mia reported the last name of the medical examiner and was able to enter the morgue.

"Mr. Waite?" Today she did not bother Sheriff Reed or Officer Derek. She walked directly through the corridor and came to the morgue, where she saw old Tony sitting in the corner fiddling with something, with a thin man standing beside him.

"Oh, Miss Colette." Old Toby stood up when he heard the voice. He was a little surprised that the young girl walked without making any sound, but he didn't take it too seriously. "I have resigned from the post of coroner. From today, Lieutenant Jackson will take over from me. If there are any problems later, just talk to him."

Casually introducing the man standing next to him, Old Toby didn't really care too much about this matter. Arthur Colette's body would probably be handed over to his family soon. What could happen?

Lieutenant Jackson standing next to him looked thoughtfully at Mia, who was standing in black clothes and veil. If there was nothing wrong with his eyes, did the woman who walked in have a cut 'flower' on her face?

"Hello, Lieutenant Jackson, I'm here to deliver clothes to my father Arthur Colette." Mia was just slightly stunned, and then handed the bag in her hand to Jackson.

For her, no matter who the coroner here is, it has nothing to do with her. To put it bluntly, can she go to the battlefield to perform an autopsy in person?

Since it is impossible, don't worry too much. Just do what you should do and don't bother yourself.

Although Jackson was curious about the strange scar on the face of the person in front of him, since the other party clearly didn't want to say anything other than Arthur Colette, he would not be so tactless to say anything. What's more, isn't there old Toby? He must know no less than the lady in front of him.

So he just nodded and took the clothes handed over by Mia.

After opening it and taking a look, he was a little surprised.

Very decent clothes, this is Jackson's evaluation of the clothes in the bag, but in fact, there is no need for a dead person. It is better to sell this set of clothes at a second-hand store than to bury it in the coffin. At least there will be a little money back, instead of wasting it like this.

He took a look at Mia, who was wearing a cheap black mourning dress, and was sure that she was not too old, otherwise she would never do such a thing, but he did not bother to remind the British man - this was not his style, "I will dress him well, and I guarantee that you will see a well-dressed gentleman next time you come."

Shrugged, Jackson said in a relaxed tone, which made Old Toby's mouth twitch.

Americans' casual attitude in everything is really deadly. Can't he restrain the unreliable aura on his body?

God, he even smells of alcohol!

Mr. Waite expressed a little worry that the new forensic doctor would drink too much and accidentally mistake the wound he caused on the body for the fatal wound that the body had before it came to the police station, but think about it, he has already resigned, why worry?

The one who really needs to worry about this is Sheriff Edmund Reed, who brought this chaotic American in. Jackson's results in autopsy are directly related to his investigation process. If something goes wrong and the murderer cannot be found, it is a small matter. Finding the wrong murderer is a big deal. Who knows if the murderer who has not been found will commit another crime to torment everyone?

Just like Jack the Ripper, after committing so many terrible crimes, he has become a shadow over the heads of all London police officers. Even though he has disappeared for a long time, his name still looms over Whitechapel. Whether it is the residents here or the police, they can't help but feel their heartbeats speed up whenever they mention this name...

Mia didn't pay attention to old Toby's mental state. She left the police station after delivering the things.

She also had to go to Dr. Kleinte's clinic for a follow-up examination.

If she followed her original wishes, of course she didn't want to continue dealing with this weird doctor, but the problem was that she had a feeling that if she didn't go, the other party would definitely come to her door.

This feeling was quite strange, but out of trust in her intuition, Mia thought it would be better not to cause trouble for herself and just go for a follow-up visit. Anyway, she didn't do anything to her wound, and Kleinte couldn't find any problem.