Chapter 430 The Seventh Night
The setting sun is gradually sinking below the horizon.
The red afterglow gradually moves away on the muddy Thames River, and finally disappears unwillingly at the edge of the city.
London has entered the darkness of the night, and the street lamps are lit up with dim light.
But when these warm lights shine on the streets, they can't reflect many pedestrians.
Last week, after a government department that is not open to the public received a letter from a terrorist, the mayor of London issued a curfew the next day.
[From 8 pm to 5 am every day, citizens are not allowed to wander on the streets without a legitimate reason. Violators will be fined 210 pence! ]
[Those who repeatedly violate the curfew will be arrested and imprisoned! ! ! ]
Papers printed with such fonts were quickly pasted all over the streets. In fact, the fines were not too severe, but at least they were enough to make those poor people feel distressed.
You know, even a well-paid white-collar typist who works hard at a typewriter for a week only earns enough to pay a fine for violating the curfew!
During the period of time since the curfew was implemented, the streets of London have indeed become much quieter, even cleaner.
"Without those drunkards who urinate and defecate everywhere, the air in London's winter nights is indeed much fresher!"
Spencer Hobson exhaled a long puff of turbid smoke and looked up at the night sky.
The haze or the darkness of the dark clouds covered the arc moon. Looking far into the city, the once bustling night of London has dimmed at this moment, with only a few street lights left to light up with difficulty.
"Tonight is the seventh night."
"I hope everything can end successfully tonight..."
Spencer threw the remaining half of the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his feet, and drew a cross on his chest with his fingers that still smelled of tobacco.
He waved goodbye to the soldiers on duty on the rooftop, and turned to go downstairs.
Night had completely fallen, but at this moment, the Anti-Suppression Bureau was almost overcrowded.
The branch personnel in other cities had been seconded to the headquarters as much as possible. Various unfamiliar faces were running around in the floors with thick documents in their arms, and it was unknown what they were busy with.
Spencer tilted his head and looked at an office he passed by. It was full of beeping telegraph machines, and the interpreters were constantly collecting intelligence from the secret sentries in the city.
Compared with the almost crowded headquarters, countless field staff were squatting in the shadows of the streets and alleys of London.
Monitoring, scanning, collecting, reporting... It can be said that in these seven days, no taboo power in the city of London could be hidden from the Anti-Suppression Bureau.
When the power of the institutions of the Great Britannian Empire intervened, London could be said to have become a pure holy land that cut off all taboos.
Under such strict defense, even the legendary professor would not be able to start the so-called "game" smoothly, right?
Spencer thought so in his heart and pushed open the door of Conference Room No. 7.
He was the last participant to arrive. As soon as he opened the door, he could see many familiar faces sitting in the conference room.
Dr. Natalia Long, and two security consultants from the Black Crow Bar, Evie Frye and Jacob Frye, the two siblings, sat at the front of the long conference table, still discussing something in a low voice.
Zachary Wakefield, the former inspector of Scotland Yard, who was as cold as an iceberg, sat in the middle of the long conference table, holding a pen in his hand and writing on the paper.
And the brilliant female detective, Ms. Charlotte Holmes, sat alone in the corner of the long conference table, with her arms folded in front of her chest, looking aloof and cold.
Spencer greeted his colleagues one by one with a smile, and then sat alone in another corner of the conference room.
In the silent waiting, the wall clock finally reached XX o'clock.
At 8 o'clock in the evening, it was the time when the Queen of the Unburnt was in charge.
Director Jack was still so punctual, and walked into the seventh conference room at the moment when the eighth bell stopped.
Old Jack looked around the conference room, his eyes hidden behind the heavy lenses with a faint glow, making it difficult to tell the specific focus of his gaze,
but at least according to the direction his head was facing, everyone present could sense that the sharp eyes that seemed to be able to see through all the secrets passed through them one by one.
They could also feel that Director Jack's eyes stayed in the direction of Charlotte Holmes for half a second longer.
Old Jack looked at these exhausted faces, showing a look of relief and pride.
"Everyone looks very tired. I guess you must have been working hard during this period..."
"I have seen your hard work and I remember it in my heart!"
"Please rest assured, after this incident is over, I will definitely arrange a comfortable vacation for everyone so that you can relax."
"But... now is the most critical moment."
"According to the content of the previous letter - in seven days, the professor will start his another carnival."
"And tonight is the seventh night since the infamous professor declared war on us."
"If the professor is indeed a man of his word, then when the clock strikes twelve tonight, his carnival will also begin."
"We have no way of determining where his main venue is, nor do we know when the first show will begin... So we must assume that the professor's plan has already begun when the clock strikes twelve!"
"So, all the elite investigators of our Suppression Bureau... have you tracked down the professor's whereabouts?"
Faced with Director Jack's question, Conference Room No. 7 fell into silence, and no one could answer this question.
Old Jack sighed and shook his head, "Forget it, I have already guessed this result... Then everyone should report on the progress of recent work first."
Investigator Spencer, Dr. Natalia Long, the Fry siblings, and Charlotte Holmes all focused their attention on Zachary at this moment.
Zachary stood up as expected, his posture as straight as a javelin stuck in the ground.
"Sir, please let me be responsible for the report!"
"Although you have given us different investigation instructions, in fact, as our investigation has deepened, our clues have all been gathered together!"
"This report can be said to be the result of our united investigation."
Old Jack nodded slightly.
Zachary immediately took the thick stack of information he carried with him and placed it inside the screen projection machine in the center of the conference room. He pressed the button, and the lights in the conference room dimmed immediately.
The cylinder of the projection machine radiated faint light and shadow, falling on the white wall to form a series of clear pictures.
Those are two similar but different photos.
The content of the picture is roughly the same, but one is a cold black and white gray photo, and the other is a slightly more colorful photo.
The content of the black and white photo is a wooden box placed in the corner of the wall, and the hay and guns in the box can be seen.
The content of the color photo is also a wooden box placed in the corner of the wall, and the hay and guns in the box can also be seen, but in the perspective of this photo, the weapons in the box are all faintly mottled.
Flame-like light orange, desert-like pale yellow, and light garnet red.