Chapter 223 The Devil's Contract Spirit (4k6)

In the dark corner of the hall of the Coburg Theater, Vidocq reached into his corset and pulled out his pocket watch. He opened the gold-plated watch cover and saw that the hour hand on it pointed exactly at eight o'clock.

He raised his head and glanced at the theater hall, which was already overcrowded and packed with seats. From time to time, he could hear the powerful and tragic sound of orchestral instruments playing in his ears.

In the center of the stage, musicians from the London Philharmonic Society played the orchestral instruments in their hands. The organ, violin, flute, and oboe glowed brightly in golden color under the light of the chandeliers above the hall.

In the lounge next to the aisle, you can still see several priests wearing religious clothes. They will pray and preach between the first and second parts of the "Matthew Passion".

But those are not important, because at this moment, all the visitors today have their eyes focused on the center of the stage, where stands Mendelssohn in a tuxedo, with a faint smile on his lips, eyes closed, holding a hand in his hand. The conductor's baton moved like crazy. Along with the dance of his arms and the rise and fall of the baton, the choir from the Diocese of Westminster, dressed in immaculate white robes, sang the aria rhythmically.

This well-known young pianist and conductor in Europe has attracted the attention of countless members of the opposite sex with his overflowing musical talent and handsome appearance.

And the ladies sitting in the front row, who were die-hard Mendelssohn fans, couldn't help but press their beating hearts with their hands. They lamented: "The best fate I can think of in the world is probably to harm me." After contracting tuberculosis, he died in the arms of Mr. Mendelssohn with that sad and pale face. "

Perhaps it was the lamentations of the ladies that played a role. With the change of music, the slight smile on Mendelssohn's face gradually dissipated, replaced by the pain and sorrow that gradually climbed to the corners of his mouth.

As his baton suddenly rose in the air, the choir's mezzo-soprano aria sounded: "Repentance and guilt have torn this guilty heart into two twin halves. May my tears be worthy of the anointing. Anoint you, O faithful Jesus, with repentance and guilt..."

At this moment, the pastor who had been waiting in the aisle just now appeared with the Bible in his hand. He pressed the Bible to his heart and sang along: "Later, one of the twelve disciples, named Judas, went to see the chief priest. explain……"

The bass who plays Judas follows up with the chant: "How much will you give me if I hand him over to you?"

The priest continued to murmur: "So they gave him thirty silver coins. From that time on, he looked for opportunities to hand Jesus over."

The soprano's voice was sad and her tone was desolate: "Cry the blood in your heart. Alas, a young child raised by your own hands, who once sucked on your nipple, turned into a poisonous snake and threatened to kill his nurse. .Flow it..."

When Wakul, who was leaning against the wall, heard this, he couldn't help but spit on the ground and muttered in a low voice: "Who the hell are you scolding? Who said this job costs thirty silver coins? This is sixty thousand." Franc, a lot of gold. Are they targeting us when they sing this today? Boss, is the plan exposed?"

Vidocq glanced at him when he heard this: "Wakul, you should learn more about culture when you have nothing to do. What I'm singing is Judas."

"Ah...it turns out to be Judas!" Wakul was a little confused when he heard this. He casually found something to say to save some face: "I thought it was the Virgin Mary who was singing."

Vidocq glared at him: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you so much. Just do your job and leave the brainstorming to me. We've already figured out tonight's program. "Matthew Passion" will be followed by "The Bell" by Mr. Hastings. We will take advantage of this time to find Mr. Dumas' hiding place. When Mr. Hastings is ready to take the stage, we will start immediately. "

When Wakul heard this, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "But boss, the time is too tight. You asked me to find the person in just one song. This is too difficult for you."

Vidocq curled his lips and glanced at this unsatisfactory subordinate. He just wanted to slap him: "Idiot! "Matthew Passion" is two or three hours long. If you can't finish it in such a long time, I'll put you in the fucking pot."

Vakul was so frightened by the boss's aura that he broke into a cold sweat. He quickly spoke out to calm Vidocq's anger, and while extending his thumb, he said: "Boss, you actually know this, no wonder people say so You are nothing like an ordinary gangster, elegant, elegant!”

After hearing this, Vidocq angrily reached out and dug into Vakul's skirt. He pulled off almost two kilograms of cotton with a sudden force of his right hand: "Hurry up!"

Vakul was so frightened that he rolled over. He quickly covered half of his buttocks and climbed up the stairs to the box on the second floor.

As he walked, he muttered and complained: "Leave some for me. There is no cotton padding, and it will feel cold when the breeze blows."

When Vidocq heard this, he became even more angry. He cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, if those smart people hadn't been disobedient, why would I have led a group of donkeys to work? If I had known that gangsters everywhere were equally stupid, I might as well have caught them in London!"

Just when Vidocq was furious, in the second-floor box above his head, Alexandre Dumas and Tom, who were tied with ropes, were sitting on chairs on the left and right, enjoying the top music event in Britain.

Alexandre Dumas was humming along while listening, while Tom sitting next to him had a worried expression on his face.

Tom said: "Mr. Dumas, as long as you and I know that I allow you to come out from under the bed, please don't tell Arthur!"

Alexandre Dumas rolled his eyes at him: "I'm not stupid, why should I tell him this? Besides, why are you afraid of him? Isn't he just a little policeman like you?"

When Tom heard this, he quickly corrected him with a serious face: "Mr. Dumas, although I respect you very much, I advise you not to insult the name Arthur Hastings in front of a Scotland Yard police officer. . As far as I know, most front line patrol officers respect him."

"Respect him?" Alexandre Dumas raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you respect him for?"

Tom glared and said, "Of course I respect him for getting a raise of three shillings a week for everyone."

"Three shillings?" Alexandre Dumas curled his lips: "You have been bribed with this little money? I think maybe you can have more lofty ideals, such as republicanism or something."

"Republicanism?" Tom heard the word and simply asked, "Will republicanism get us a three-shilling-a-week pay rise?"

Alexandre Dumas agreed without even thinking: "Of course!"

"Then why is France, which has the best republicanism, worse off than Britain? I heard that the lower-class workers there don't see any meat all year round, but the workers in London can still eat it every day when they have work to do. Got some meat.”

Alexandre Dumas originally planned to popularize his republican views to Tom, but Tom's words suddenly stopped him: "This... this is because republicanism failed in France. If it succeeds, I believe it will get better.”

Tom just shook his head and said: "Then let's wait until France gets better before we talk about republicanism. You don't get a penny increase in wages and you still want us to work hard. Isn't this a lie? Mr. Dumas, maybe you can consider working at the London Stock Exchange Try to get a job as a stockbroker at the exchange, because the newspapers say that the people there are all scammers.”

Alexandre Dumas was speechless by Tom. He was scratching his head and thinking about how to regain his place. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door in the box.

When Tom heard the sound, he shivered in shock. At this time, he had no time to care whether Dumas cooperated or not. He grabbed Elder's socks and stuffed them into Dumas' mouth, and then rolled Dumas into them like noodles. It was pushed back under the bed board.

As soon as he hid the person, he heard Elder's voice outside the door: "Arthur! Arthur! Are you there? How about we change to a private room? I just saw that there is a bed in your room. Anyway, you are there I can lie down anywhere, and the sofa in my room is more comfortable.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the waiter's voice sounded outside the door: "Sir, are you really a friend of Mr. Hastings? This is Mr. Hastings' exclusive lounge. He just gave special instructions He told us that he was too tired from work these days and needed to take a nap before going on stage, and asked us not to disturb him. "

"Of course I am his friend. If there is one person in this world who is Arthur's friend, it is undoubtedly me. If you don't believe it, call him out and see if he recognizes me."

"It's...it's not that I don't believe you, but there's no response after calling a few times. Maybe Mr. Hastings is asleep. I think it's better to forget it."

"Forget it? Don't you have the key? Open the door for me. If he blames me later, it's all mine."

"I'm sorry, sir, although you may be unhappy, but out of professional ethics, I must reply to you: I'm sorry to accept your order."

"Okay, okay, then I'll figure it out myself."

Elder stood outside the door, looking at the departing waiter with an unhappy expression, but before he could complain.

The tall and attractive coconut tree lady standing next to him smiled charmingly and took out a bunch of keys from behind: "My dear, what do you think this is?"

Elder was stunned for a moment, then said ecstatically: "Oh! My little cutie! I never thought that in addition to your beauty, you also have such outstanding unique skills! You took this bunch of keys from the waiter. ?”

"Hmm!" Coconut Tree took Elder's arm and asked, "But, dear, are you sure we won't be discovered here?"

Elder flushed and patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, I've looked everywhere. The box on the second floor is the most secluded here. You and I can enjoy the wonderful performances presented by the masters here. Let’s discuss literature. Maybe you don’t like literature, but that’s okay. Let’s talk about natural history.

I have a friend who is a naturalist and he told me that humans may not have been created by God. Dear, what do you think on this issue? I think we might be able to verify it tonight. "

Coconut Tree's eyes narrowed with laughter. He trembled his false eyelashes braided with horsehair, bit his back molars and pronounced in a falsetto: "I think we should probably go into the room first."

When Elder heard this, he felt his whole body tense up, and even his fists became hardened: "Okay, okay, my dear, I will listen to you."

He hurriedly took the key and obviously opened the door, but Elder might have been too hasty, and he almost knocked the door open.

Hearing a bang, Elder stumbled into the door, but before he could cry out in pain, he glanced around the room first.

"I knew Arthur was definitely not here. How could he sleep on such an important occasion tonight?"

Coconut Tree also walked into the house with his long skirt twisting leisurely. He also took a look at the furnishings in the room, then pretended to be exhausted and lay on the big bed, waving his arms lazily at Elder: "Honey, don't forget to lock the door, don't let your friends spoil our fun."

Elder rubbed his arms with a smirk and his eyes lit up. Agares, who was sitting on the windowsill, frowned at his action: "Fuck, are you imitating me?"

Elder stood on his heels and touched it lightly, then turned his back to the door panel, and locked the door without looking at the keyhole as if he had super powers.

With the sound of the door being locked with a click, Elder rushed forward like a monkey who had just run out of the Great Rift Valley of East Africa: "Honey, I'm fucking here!"

Who knew that before his body landed on the bed, he was caught by Coconut Tree standing on the bed.

"Oh! Honey, you are so strong."

"Of course, I am not an ordinary lady."

The weight of the coconut tree and Elder pressed on the bed board, and the bed board was obviously concave. This action forced Dumas, who was lying below, to complete a forced abdominal exercise.

Dumas stared at Tom who was lying beside him. Although he did not dare to make a sound at this time, Tom still interpreted the meaning from his mouth shape: "Aren't you a policeman? What are you doing here? Go out and drive these two people away?"

Tom's face was full of bitterness. He also learned from Dumas to encrypt the communication: "This is my first time. I have no experience! Besides, if I go out now, won't it mess up Mr. Carter's good things?"

Dumas didn't dare to make a sound, but he couldn't help complaining: "Then are you going to watch him discuss the birth of mankind above our heads? I can't stand this!"

Although Dumas was very tough, his body was still lying there honestly.

After all, humans always have some insignificant curiosity, whether it is about their own kind or close relatives.

Coconut Tree held Elder in his arms like a princess, squinting and smiling: "Honey, do you want to try something new?"

"Fresh?" Elder's heart was about to jump out of his chest: "Of course, the Royal Navy likes fresh things, and those that go bad are out of necessity."

"Okay. Honey, just lie here."

Coconut Tree slowly put Elder on the bed, and then took out a string of ropes from the layers of skirts in a place where Elder could not see.

"How does it feel?"

"Oh! Honey, are you going to tie me up?"

"Hmm!"

"Blindfold me too?"

"Hmm!"

"Honey, you're really professional. What did you do before?"

"Guess."

Dumas, who was lying under the bed, couldn't help muttering, "You're playing pretty perverted. Are all you British guys like this?"

Tom covered his face with his hands and rubbed it hard. He suddenly let out a breath and gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Dumas, why don't I go out and get him."

Dumas grabbed his sleeve and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, listen again."

There was only a snap, like a whip hitting the buttocks, followed by a roar of anger that seemed to be crazy.

"Fuck you, you idiot! I ask you, are you still arrogant now? Are you still crazy? If you don't clean up your hands and feet next time, I will fucking peel your skin off!"

"Oh! Honey, this is really a new way to play."

"Who the hell played with you! You are addicted, aren't you!"

Just as the fight in the box was going on, Arthur moved a chair and sat behind the stage curtain, looking through the gap in the curtain at the red devil who was lying on the window sill of the box watching the show.

He pinched his chin and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he rarely praised Agares for his loyalty to his duty: "Although I paid a soul for him to help pay attention to Alexander's movements, he was so dedicated and dedicated that he even gave up his favorite musical. Sure enough, the devil still respects the contract."

Please order tickets at the beginning of the month, and there are more tonight