White Church Under Red Fog

Chapter 2

Eric felt that if the operation was done well, with half of her face, this girl would still have a promising future. Extreme beauty and extreme ugliness are all concentrated on one face. People who like to hunt for novelties will definitely be very interested in this. Maybe this girl can rely on this to earn enough pension from those noble lords who are keen on various exciting projects...

However, Mia didn't think so.

She really didn't encounter any good things after opening her eyes in this era at the end of the 19th century.

The result of sleeping for too long was that she felt her soul was crispy after waking up, her whole body was soft like noodles, and she didn't even have the strength to pull her face off the medicine grinder.

'...I won't die for the time being, so let it be. ' Mia, who barely stuffed herself with some life-saving nutrient solution to prevent herself from dying again just after waking up, had this thought flashing in her mind. After Perry's scream, she couldn't resist the heaviness of her body, closed her eyes, and fainted again.

When she opened her eyes again, a man wearing a monocle washed the wound on her face.

I don't know what his mentality was, but this man was very careful when treating her wound, so she didn't say anything to cause trouble for him. She waited quietly for him to treat her wound, and by the way, she overlapped the memory she got after fainting with the scene in front of her, and concluded that it was now London in the late 19th century.

And the situation of the body she took over now.

Marina Colette, her father Arthur Colette, and her mother Anne Colette, ran a herbal medicine store. Their life was pretty good. They were middle-class in the Whitechapel area, and they didn't have to rely on various means such as stealing, cheating, or robbery and borrowing to make a living.

And relying on her own beauty, she might have the opportunity to marry a rich man outside Whitechapel in the future and live a good life with maids to order around.

But everything was ruined by a man who broke into the store when it just opened today.

Marina didn't even see the man's face clearly in her memory. She only knew that the man who walked in with his back to the light was tall and strong, with a pair of cold blue eyes, like the sea water that could swallow all life, and cut Arthur's throat with a knife.

Blood splashed on Anne's body. Before the poor woman could scream, she was knocked to the ground and fainted. When Marina wanted to run out for help, she was grabbed by the neck and thrown onto the equipment for processing herbs. Her head was smashed and her face was also destroyed.

Well, in fact, her life was gone, and a core was replaced in the shell.

This core is now thinking hard, trying to dig out some memories related to the murderer from her memory, but she can't do it no matter how hard she tries - the memory of the person involved is like that, what can she do?

Even those terrible eyes are just a feeling without a shape. Now she can't recognize the person even if she puts him in front of her!

Now, with such a crispy shell, all he could do was lie on the bed and look at the ceiling.

However, Reed didn't think so.

"Anne Colette can't provide any information at all!" The sheriff paced anxiously, very dissatisfied with the information he got from the hostess of the herbal medicine shop.

She didn't know anything about anything, except that the man who broke in was a tall and strong man, she couldn't say anything useful. What's worse is that after learning that she had a miscarriage, Mrs. Colette became a tear jar, crying non-stop, and even her three-year-old son who was left at home was completely forgotten, and she looked like she had no desire to live.

Derrick was silent.

He really didn't know how to deal with the current situation.

It was a murder scene comparable to Jack the Ripper, but the victim was not the target that Jack the Ripper was used to, but the clueless herbal medicine shop owner. This was really too difficult for a former soldier who was brave enough on the battlefield and not so smooth in life, and it was beyond his ability.

"We have to ask the girl, maybe she knows something." Reed frowned and made a decision, striding towards the end of the small clinic.

The doctor said that the girl was not very conscious, but now no one except her could give them more answers.

So Mia, who was lying on the bed, saw someone push open the door and walk into the narrow ward-a private clinic in the Victorian era. Even though it was close to the end of the Victorian era in the 20th century, it did not have very good conditions. It could only be said that people could live there, but the hygiene and various specifications and standards were still not expected. It was too strict for this chaotic era.

Especially for her current low-level status, she was able to enter this clinic because the police used their official status to deter her. Otherwise, she should have been sutured by Anne Colette with a curved needle on her face and head in the pharmacy.

After all, in this era, which housewife did not have a good sewing skill? In the past few hundred years, everyone has been doing this, and no one has complained. Hospitals and private doctors are treatments that only the upper class can enjoy. For the poor people in Whitechapel, the pharmacy is everyone's hospital. Even abortion can be clamped out with forceps, so what else can't be done?

But now Anne Colette is in trouble, "I am Sheriff Reed, I'm sorry you lost your family, Miss Colette, can you tell me what happened?"

The man in a well-tailored old-fashioned suit took off his hat and spoke with a serious expression, making Mia feel that Anne Colette was dead.

But she quickly realized that this was not right.

Anne Colette could not be dead.

The doctor who sutured her wound was a man with a very bad character. She could detect some malicious intent from his eyes, and his behavior also showed this. Including but not limited to telling her about her miserable life in the future when he suspected that she was unconscious, and even telling her with interest which man in the upper class liked to hunt for novelties. It seems that he is pointing out a direction for her future path, but only he knows how much of the idea of ​​watching the fun is there.

After all, watching the fun is not illegal, and it is not illegal to "point out" the way for others. Mr. Eric Kleinte is just looking for some fun in his boring life, and Mia can't say anything to him.

But it is precisely this kind of person who will not let go of any thing that can release malice. If Anne Colette is really dead, then he should tell her about it when he sews her wounds-maybe this can stimulate the person who has no emotional reaction to return to normal.

But he didn't, so Anne Colette should not be dead...Mia looked at Reed for a while, lowered her eyes and said softly, "I don't know, sir, I just remember that he was very tall and strong, probably with blue eyes, and a big beard."

In addition to these, there is a pair of blue eyes.

But she is really not sure whether the color of the eyes is really that blue, or because the other party's eyes are like a poisoned knife that left such a deep impression on Marina?

Besides, there are too many people with blue eyes, which cannot be used as evidence to identify the person who killed Arthur Colette.

"......" Reed was a little disappointed to hear these words, but he had to accept this answer.

London is not bright in the early morning, especially in winter. In a herbal medicine shop without lights, it is not easy to see a person's appearance clearly, especially this young girl has encountered such a terrible thing. She may have some memory confusion after being stimulated...

Reed left the room with regret. He thought maybe he should go to the scene again to see if he could find more clues?

Derrick had no opinion on his decision. He was used to obeying this superior, and he was not suitable for thinking.

But he still sympathized with the poor girl. Such a beautiful girl became like this. She must have suffered a great blow. I hope she can survive this painful time.

Whether she can survive this painful process is not of much significance to Mia.

For civilian girls in the late 19th century in Britain, being too beautiful is not a good thing.

Beauty is not a sin, but guilty people will covet beauty and try to destroy it by various means. Without the ability to protect themselves, a too beautiful face will only bring disaster.

Just like the shell she took over, Marina, who was only fourteen years old, already had many suitors, and even a rich villain took the opportunity to buy herbs at Colette's herbal shop to approach her and wanted to do something to her. Arthur and Anne, who were just ordinary people, could do nothing about it, and could only let her go back to the back of the shop at this time to prevent those people from touching her.

But what about the future?

Arthur, who was once able to block these things, died. Can Anne carry the whole family by herself in the future? And little Arthur Colette, who has the same name as Arthur, is only three years old and doesn't know anything yet, but he is already facing the current situation of a broken family.

And can that herbal shop really continue to operate?

"Let's sleep for a while." Mia sighed and decided to take a break to let her aching head temporarily stop. The current situation is too bad.

These are the best of times, these are the worst of times. Dickens loved Britain too much. The reality is far darker than he said.