Only me in the world is normal

Chapter 367
The nobles are angry, and Grand Yard is in a hurry.

Grand Yard was in a hurry, and the lower-level staff below were going to be very busy.

But for Mongster Xia, accident is not a bad thing.

The patrol police at the bottom of Grand Yard are divided into day patrol and night patrol. The night patrol is generally worse than the day patrol, and the night patrol is divided into three or six grades.

Killington is a large city, divided into four districts: Uptown, Midtown, Lower Town, and Slums.

These four districts are not a formal plan, but a customary name in people's mouth.

For many people, they do not know how many districts there are in Lington, but they must know the four districts of upper, middle and lower poverty.

Of course, the patrol area is divided.

The best area to patrol is Midtown.

Compared with the upper city, the middle city is "the sky is high and the emperor is far away", so there is no need to be trembling every day, for fear of accidentally bumping into some important person.

There are many people who are rich and not so rich, and there is plenty of money.

The law and order in the upper city is the best (before the appearance of the Ripper), and there are very few criminals, but those big shots, when they are not dangerous, they themselves are dangerous.

If he was a little careless, he didn't know how he bumped into them, and ended up in a miserable end.

Uptown patrols, a lot of pressure, zero extra money and gray income.

Of course, there are also opportunities to climb up, so there will be patrolmen who are willing to go.

And from the downtown area to the slums, that is the work area that all patrolmen are unwilling to work in.

The casualty rate is high, gangs are rampant, the poor can't squeeze out oil and water, gang members are vicious, and all kinds of desperadoes and criminals haunt.

On the surface, the patrolling area of ​​the patrol covers the whole of Killington.

In fact, at night in the slums, the night watch only swayed a little in the area between downtown and the slums.

Definitely not really going deep into the ghetto.

People in the lower urban areas are still in charge of life and death, and the death of people in the slums, from the big shots to the numb poor themselves, really don't care.

Grand Yard is the police headquarters, in Uptown.

In the truly divided Lyndon administrative district, each has a branch office.

Munster Xia belongs to the Whitechapel Bureau in the Whitechapel District.

His patrol area is a certain area at the junction of the lower city and the slums - half of the Whitechapel area belongs to the lower city, and half can be counted as the slums.

It's a very bad place to work.

Even patrolling from the normal two to three people is not very safe.

However, with the birth of Jack the Ripper, the nobles were furious.

Uptown must definitely strengthen its defenses.

Even Munster was called up to the uptown night watch.

For the night patrols in the lower city, it is naturally a good thing to be able to go to the upper city for night patrol.

It's just that this Munster is also very unlucky.

While patrolling in the upper city last night, a carriage lost control, and he couldn't stop it, so he fell and passed out.

I don't know what's next.

After looking at the sky, it was almost evening, Xia Yanzhen planned to follow the identity arrangement first and go to Grand Field to report.

Because he woke up lying on his own bed, the prisoner of darkness placed in the imprint space did not automatically put it on.

Xia Yanzhen got up and put on the policeman's uniform.

A dark blue uniform with a belt around the waist, but not over the trousers, but over the coat, for the batons.

The shoes I wear are brown boots that reach to the calf, and the pants are tucked into the boots, so they are not afraid of water accumulation and are easy to move around.

There is also a set of "police tools" to wear.

They are a bit like a hard hat, but with a longer back, a helmet with soft leather that can reach the back, a short rain cape that hem reaches the thigh, and a black T-shaped stick.

The inside of the stick is metal, and the outside is covered with a layer of rubber.

It looks soft, but the taste of hitting people is absolutely uncomfortable.

In addition, there is a whistle. When encountering a critical situation, the first thing to do is to blow the whistle.

The police whistle is also considered a major feature of Linton.

"I don't know what kind of power exists in this mission world." Xia Yanzhen finished dressing and walked out of the house.

His home is in downtown.

Walking uptown is not possible.

The means of transportation in Linton are mainly boats, carts, and horses.

Horse mostly refers to a carriage, which is necessary for rich people to travel.

There is no need to explain too much about the boat. There is a big river that runs through the whole city in Linton, and there are many tributaries. Sometimes it is more convenient to go by water than by land.

Cars are trains.

The first train in Killington appeared 50 years ago, and the upper class people at that time took pride in riding on the train.

Now, they have long been disgusted with the kind of transportation that has a constant sound of "clang, clang, clang, clang".

"Commuting" in the midst of the city, back to the horse-drawn carriage.

Today's trains are one for freight and the other for passenger transport, and the price has been reduced.

It is no problem for ordinary civilians in the lower city to stand once in a while.

Xia Yan really didn't treat him badly, he directly bought a ticket that was expensive (for his status), and wandered all the way to Shangcheng District.

After entering the scope of the upper city, you can obviously feel the difference.

The street is wide, clean, and level, and there will be no bumps when the carriage drives on it.

There are drains on both sides of the road, and even if it rains in Rington, there is little water accumulation.

Needless to say, houses, all kinds of big houses and high-rise buildings.

Among the buildings seen on the road, the tallest one has ten floors.

The river is also clear, not to mention comparing it with the lower city and the slums, even compared with the middle city, it is two worlds.

After leaving the station, Xia Yanzhen walked all the way to the headquarters of Grand Field.

The time came to 5.30pm.

The night patrol process is to report to Grand Yard first, get the revolver that is only available now, and then start the night patrol in pairs.

Come back at six o'clock in the morning and hand over your gun before you can leave.

Patrolmen are not qualified to carry guns.

Now is a special period, so they are equipped with revolvers with six bullets.

Xia Yanzhen, dressed in a police uniform, entered Grand Yard unhindered, but after entering, many people stared at him and whispered.

There were still people pointing fingers, many of whom were familiar colleagues from the Whitechapel Bureau.

"Is it the sequelae of yesterday's incident?" Xia Yanzhen secretly thought in his heart.

I knocked myself out last night, so of course I wouldn't wake up in my own bed.

After being in a coma for a while, Monster Xia woke up.

The carriage had already left, and the patrol police who were on the night patrol in the same group stood beside them, with unhappy expressions on their faces.

Next is the normal night patrol process.

In the morning, I was hungry and left in a hurry after handing over the gun.

Night patrol in the upper city is a hard job, especially now, twelve hours, not even daring to take a break.

The exhausted Munster ate some food in a hurry, fell asleep with a headache.

After waking up, it was Xia Yanzhen.

Munster is a complete little transparent. In the current Grand Field, there are more than 200 night watchmen like him.

I can't even recognize myself.

Now that it has arrived, but it can attract some attention, there should be some accidents.

Xia Yanzhen came to the reporting office with his expression unchanged.

I saw a middle-aged man approaching, his tone was fierce: "Xia, what did you do?"

"Huh?" Xia Yanzhen asked back, "What did I do?"

The man he "knows" is the deputy director of the Whitechapel Bureau, and his name is Leo.

"What happened last night! Someone came to the door!"

Leo brought Xia Yanzhen to a small room, yelled at him, and explained what happened today.

It turned out that a coachman in Grand Yard came to complain this morning, saying that a patrolman whistled indiscriminately, which disturbed the horses and nearly injured the nobleman in the carriage.

This patrolman is naturally Munster Xia.

After listening, Xia Yanzhen was speechless for a while.

Indeed, there was a whistle blowing last night, and it is the instinct of the police to blow the whistle first when something happens.

But the whistle was blown after the horse was frightened, not before.

The coachman said he was confusing black and white by blowing the whistle to startle the horses.

"First the horse was inexplicably startled, and then I whistled." Xia Yanzhen said.

"You said it doesn't count."

"So?" Xia Yanzhen asked.

"So, do you know which family is here?" Leo said sternly.

Xia Yanzhen shook her head.

"It's the coachman of Baron Bart's family." Leo said.

"Who?"

This is really confusing, there is no Baron Bart in the huge amount of information about the identity arrangement.

Seeing that Xia Yan really didn't know him, Leo frowned, and had to talk about the origin of Baron Bart.

There are roughly two types of people living in the upper town of Lington, one is the aristocrats, and the other is the new aristocrats.

There is no need to elaborate on who the nobles are. They have always controlled Linton and the country of Inver.

The new aristocrats emerged in the past hundred years.

These people, in Xia Yanzhen's words, are the bourgeoisie, big capitalists.

After mastering a large amount of wealth, seeking higher social status and power, the bamboo slips shared the power in the hands of the old nobles.

These people usually have titles that cannot be hereditary, and are also called honorary nobles and new nobles.

The Baron Bart mentioned by Leo, whose full name is Bowen Bart, whose family business is mining, is a rich and powerful coal boss—oh, a new nobleman.

"Understood, what then?" After listening to Leo's words, Xia Yanzhen said, "Then what does Bart want me to do?"

Leo looked at Xia Yanzhen in surprise, and almost slapped him: "It's not what you want to do. It's you who went over and see if Baron Bart can spare you! The one who was in the carriage yesterday was Baron Bart's most beloved little boy. Daughter, do you know?"

"I don't know." Xia Yanzhen answered truthfully.

Leo slapped his forehead, feeling his head was big, and he didn't bother to talk nonsense with Xia Yanzhen, so he called someone directly and asked him to take Xia Yanzhen to Baron Bart's house.

As for what Baron Bart did with this little patrolman, Grand Field would not ask.

When Xia Yanzhen comes back, the uniform on his body will be taken off.

Lord Bart was a great patron of Glen Yard, and was a close friend of the Chief Inspector of Glen Yard.

The police officer who sent Xia Yanzhen was not so much a guide as an escort, and brought Xia Yanzhen to a villa.

The huge garden is behind iron gates and high walls.

The house is again in the garden.

Behind the iron gate stood two bodyguards with revolvers on their waists.

In this world, the only pistols are revolvers.

The more powerful one is the rifle, which is equivalent to Mauser in all aspects.

Further up, it turns to the steam gun.

"who?"

I saw two people in uniforms coming, and one of the bodyguards came out from the small door next to the big iron gate.

(End of this chapter)