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White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 30
Mia finally had time to spend time with Annie after she had cleaned up the table, and learned about the specific situation during the day. "I have already discussed the supply with Susan. If the first batch of goods is good, she will continue to purchase from Colette Herbal Store in the future. We don't have to deliver the goods ourselves, they will come to pick them up." The thing that Annie was most grateful for today was that she had negotiated the business with the owner of the brothel before the terrible man went crazy, and did not let the business be delayed. Otherwise, she would have to negotiate the business with her daughter in her current state! Thinking of what happened in the brothel, Annie shuddered and her face began to turn pale. "It was so terrible. The police opened the wooden warehouse, and the man went crazy, waving a knife and slashing everywhere. When I fainted, he had already killed two people!" If Annie knew that there was a symptom of PTSD, she would definit
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 31
What light?She looked at Alaire in a daze. She couldn't say about other people, but she didn't feel any supernatural power from the gypsy witch in front of her, and it was impossible for her to discover the existence of the Scepter of Light.And even if the person on the other side was a genuine witch with extraordinary abilities, hiding her strength and discovering the Scepter of Light, the Scepter of Light was not the Scepter of Sherlock Holmes, so what did it have to do with investigating the case?Mia had two black lines hanging on her head, and was speechless about the nonsense of the lady in front of her. The so-called good reputation is simply a rumor that she is very good at talking, understands the situation, and can grasp the psychological state of the customer, right?But the money has been spent, and Ms. Alaire didn't charge a second time, so she pretended not to see it. After all, she is a very likely partner, so she still has to give her some face.Thinking of this, Mia
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 32
As time entered the end of the year, various cases in Whitechapel occurred more and more frequently, and the previous unsolved cases made the atmosphere in Whitechapel more solemn.Especially when the murderer who killed Reverend Clement was not caught and was suspected of committing more crimes, Anne strictly required Mia to return home before sunset and not stay outside for more time."God bless, can't Whitechapel be a little calmer?" Anne looked at the report in the newspaper, holding her chest in great pain?? This is a new problem she has developed after Arthur's death. She feels uncomfortable when she hears about the death of a person.Mia doesn't have any good way to deal with it. Psychological problems are not so easy to solve. Anne's problem is at least not like battlefield PTSD that hurts others and herself. It will always heal with the passage of time. But because of the side effects of this problem, she has to come back on time every time she goes out, and some things can't
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 33
Although he was known for his ferocity and strength on the battlefield, Derek was still an ordinary person after all. In the end, he was hit on the head by someone with a stick in the chaos and fell to the ground.Mia kicked a burly man away and gave a right hook to a man next to him: "…………"Sensing the sound of wind coming from behind, she lowered her body, turned around and gave the other party an elbow, rushed to Derek's side and stretched out her finger.Fortunately, the strong pulse under the skin confirmed that the man was still alive. Only then did Mia finally have the energy to pull apart his hair to look at Derek's injuries. There was no bleeding on the outside, but it was hard to say what was wrong inside... "Miss Colette?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded. Mia looked up and saw an equally familiar face. Wasn't it Dr. Eric Kleinte? What was this man doing here? "I think you need a little help?" Eric's eyes swept over Derek who was lying on the ground, and the stick in his h
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 34
"Ah?" Derek was a little confused by what Anne said, and felt that there were more heads in front of him. What could happen to him? This kind of problem has happened before. Wouldn't it be enough to just lie down in the trench? At most, the accuracy is a little bad when shooting at the wooden warehouse, but there are so many people on the battlefield. As long as you don't deviate a few meters away, you can still hit people... "Officer Derek, you should stay here temporarily until you recover." Anne said worriedly, "Let Mia go to the police station to help ask for leave." Officer Derek was so seriously injured because of her daughter. Anne felt that no matter what, she couldn't drive him out at this time, otherwise it would be too ungrateful. How can she ask for help from others in the future? Mia was asked to help ask for leave for Derek, and looked sideways. She really deserved to be the good person Anne Colette in the Ripper Street. It was refreshing enough. But it is right to
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 35
"Ding-ling-ling?" The door of the herbal medicine shop was pushed open, and the copper bell hanging on it made a pleasant sound.Mia looked up and said, "Hi, Susan."Wasn't the blonde woman who came in the brothel owner Susan who placed an order at their house?Due to occupational disease, Mia observed this Ms. Susan when they first met and got some information.This includes but is not limited to the fact that the other party should be an American, and an American with a good family background and considerable wealth, and definitely not the type of family that was rich before and went bankrupt later. It is a very strange thing for such a person to cross the ocean to run a business in a foreign country, especially in the UK, where there is no room for development, not to mention that her business is a brothel. It is really hard to imagine her purpose and experience.But this is not a problem that Mia needs to care about. She only cares about one thing, "Does it look like sales are goo
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 36
"Hey, I'll help you." After wandering around the guest room for a long time, Derek finally threw away his shame and went to the kitchen to find Mia. He saw that she was mashing potatoes, and quickly reached out to take the basin and spoon of potatoes.He didn't do nothing during the days living in Colette's herbal medicine store. After the double vision was not so severe, he would help Mia move and put away the food and coal that had been sent to the herbal medicine store before, trying not to be a useless person who only knew how to eat and sleep. Now he was used to helping with some more laborious things.Mia didn't stop him. It was good to have someone to help her. It was just right to free up his hands to make other food.Slice the apples, put them in a tray and put them in the oven to bake with the residual heat. Mia cut the sausages taken from the cellar into pieces and put them in the pot to fry, then began to pour fresh milk into the small pot, and took two large spoons of mas
White Church Under Red Fog Chapter 37
A group of dock workers looked at the body at Reed's feet, which was constantly shaken by the waves, and exclaimed and discussed the identity of the body.After all, it was a place like the dock, a good place to dump corpses, and everyone who knew would know.And this was not the first time a corpse was found here. If you really count it, this area is actually a holy place for finding corpses. There are always some corpses every year.Those who owed debts, were hurt in love, had accidents at home, couldn't live... suicides and murders, the water is a good place to go, once and for all, even the coffin is saved, what's wrong with that?T: "......"He closed his eyes, and missed his companion Derek especially at this time.If he was here now, the two of them could lift the body onto the cart and transport it to the police station, so why bother?So the first thing Derek, who was almost well again, did when he returned to work was to investigate the identity of the body."He has been in
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After sucking in his stomach, he felt that after the exercise in the past few days, his abdominal muscles were stronger, not to mention that those effective special training made his hands and feet more flexible, making him jump back and forth between this joy and upset mood, contradictory to death. 2*** : "......." I don't know what to say to this gentleman. You look happy and sad at the same time. Are you really mentally healthy? But thinking about Mia who just left very happily, he also wanted to sigh. Sometimes some people are really qualified to be unreasonable. Silently following Lionel into the bathroom, Bassett was very surprised when he saw the liquid poured out from a bottle on the sink, "What is this?" Don't you use soap to wash your hands? Why use this liquid? It's not like there is no soap. "Removing the gunpowder smell on your hands will prevent you from being affected by the gunpowder smell when you eat." Lionel rubbed his hands carefully and said to Bassett. Thi
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"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang! Bang!" The sound of the bullets was very regular, and Mia's shooting method was also very skillful. The first bullet tried the bullet, and the three bullets behind began to exert their strength. First, one bullet hit a flying disc, and the two reloaded bullets hit the flying disc at the same time, making two very symmetrical holes on it. "How boring." Mia looked at the falling frisbee and curled her lips. She threw the hunting bullet in her hand on the table, picked up the hand bullet that the manservant had brought before, weighed it, and began to load bullets. "Click?" She shook the hand bullet, and the shell returned to its position with a crisp sound. "Release the frisbee." Mia used her left arm as a support point and put her right hand on it, "Bang bang bang bang bang bang?" Six bullets were fired continuously, directly hitting the frisbee in the air. Ignoring the stunned eyes of the people around her, she reloaded her handgun, then picked up another
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Apart from some very few landscape paintings, he really prefers portraits of people. For him, the latter are more valuable to appreciate. A group of people quickly moved to the collection room, a room that had been covered with curtains for a long time, and was exposed to the sun again because of the arrival of the guests. "...... It's spectacular." Bassett didn't know how to describe the owner's style of behavior here. In this collection room, not only are there portraits hanging on the walls, but there are also rows of wooden shelves hanging on the open space in the room. People with poor eyesight would think that there are a pile of colorful cloth hanging inside. What kind of weird behavior is this? But even so, he had to admit that there are really a lot of collections here, so many that it dazzled him. How many portraits are hung here? For Mia, it's a lot. The portraits of the three richest men in the Leamington family are all here. How can there not be a lot? It's because
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The Duke of Hastings really didn't want to see this situation, but that didn't mean he had to sell the land to Mia. It didn't matter if he sold it to the enemies of the Leamington family, or if he kept it and didn't sell it or develop it, or just left it there?? Anyway, he had sworn to his father that he would never marry, and was ready to make the Duke of Hastings completely extinct, so what else was there to worry about? But we need to analyze the specific issues specifically. His relationship with Mycroft was still okay. Since the other party was the matchmaker, he didn't mind going there to discuss the deal. But he didn't expect that the person who was negotiating business with him was not the Earl of Leamington himself but his sister. Oh, by the way, the Earl of Leamington standing next to him was still a child, so of course he couldn't negotiate business with him. If it wasn't his sister who was in charge, could it be his great-grandmother, Old Lady Leamington? "Hello, Miss L
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"......You are thanking people for the wine now?" Mycroft was speechless. Was his ally too excited and not in a good mind? "My own winery produces the product." Mia smiled slightly. If she came to Scotland and didn't open a winery, it would be a waste of time. How could she make such a mistake? Although it was not long, she really planned to take root in Scotland and run the business here well. Then, after buying the dock, buying another winery to expand the business, wouldn't it be normal? The two complement each other. If she lived long enough, she might catch up with the prohibition on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, copy the experience of her old friend, and directly run a one-stop smuggling service from the dock to make a lot of money. How could she waste such an advantage? Mycroft was stunned. He really didn't expect Mia to be able to do this. A distillery? Yes, Scotch whisky is indeed world-famous, but why is this thing so unrelated to her? "......You really have
Chapter 132
"What the hell is that? He's a psychopath!" Mia was so angry that she wanted to chop him. "Who is this? He even told me proudly that he helped me a lot. Do I need his help?" She said that she was not joking when she asked Mrs. Leamington to personally take action on Broussard. In the eyes of this cheap great-grandmother, power is the most important thing. If anyone dares to compete with her for power, just look at her eldest son Maurice? Leamington will know. The two of them fought each other fiercely, and then they didn't see each other for 30 years. Even when his son died, he didn't shed a single tear of joy. Why should Broussard be an exception? As long as he dared to take action and she caught solid evidence, she wouldn't have to do anything about it. Mrs. Leamington could exile her son to a place where no one would shit! What was the result? Now Broussard still maintains the image of a pure little lamb in his mother's heart. The only thing that could work was that his death dealt
Chapter 131
As long as he doesn't mess around, Mia is happy to help train this duke to become the greatest extreme sports athlete of the 19th century, and provide various auxiliary tools for him to reach the top!According to Mia's observation, this guy is obviously a crazy lover of extreme sports, and it is very likely to succeed if he works hard on this... If it doesn't work, then he can only use hypnosis."Oh, what kind of fate do I have?" Mia sighed and made a schedule in the study, feeling that she was really unlucky. Why did she always encounter such pitfalls?"What kind of fate?" Arthur, who had just been tortured by the teacher, floated in. He was shocked when he heard Mia's words. What happened again?Just got the news from Mr. Holmes that their youngest uncle also died in Africa. Arthur was shocked to death, and now he is a little allergic to all the wind and grass in the outside world."...A not very reliable guest came to the door." Mia glanced at the haggard Arthur, and finally did n
Chapter 130
Her tone was serious, but Lionel's focus was on her last sentence. What did he mean by he knew nothing about the power of nature? Not only would he die, but even the people who followed him would die? Is there anyone in this world who knows the power of nature better than him?He is very professional, okay!Mr. Bresmons, who felt that his professionalism was slandered, looked unhappy, "Do you know what professionalism is? If I say I am the second in sports today, who dares to rank ahead of me?"Come on, he is a well-known athlete. Do you know how many people's eyes he will attract every time he takes action?You admit that you are second, but no one dares to admit that you are the first?Mia was stunned when she heard this, and couldn't help but hit Mr. Bresmons from head to toe. Finally, her eyes fell on his shoulder and sneered, "Just you? Is your shoulder injury healed? Mr. Athlete!"You have to sit sideways on the sofa, and you don't even dare to lean on the back of the sofa. How
Chapter 129
Wait! Old Lady Leamington was stunned. Suddenly she remembered something and grabbed her maid’s hand. “What happened to Patricia and Catherine?” She had a horrified thought in her mind. Why didn’t the general go to find Broussard’s two children? Could it be that…………… The maid was also stunned. Patricia and Catherine? Master Broussard’s two married daughters? What happened to them? Oh oh oh oh, that’s right, they never showed up in this matter from beginning to end! Could they be implicated together? The maid took a breath. No, weren’t these two people in England? How could they go to Africa? “Go and send them a letter!” Old Lady Leamington shouted with shaking hands and a horrified face, and her voice broke. So after another round of chaos, the people sent out brought back the news, “Mrs. Sledge and Mrs. Matt set off for Africa after receiving Master Broussard’s letter, and there is still no news.” Old Lady Leamington rolled her eyes and fainted. "Madam! Madam?" The maid and