Chapter 367 Frightened Horse

When the aristocratic gentlemen are angry, Grantland becomes anxious.

Grant Farm is in a hurry, and the people at the bottom below are extremely busy.

For Munster Xia, surprise is not a bad thing.

The lowest-level patrol officers in Grant Field are divided into day patrol and night patrol. Night patrol is generally worse than day patrol, and night patrol is divided into three, six and nine levels.

Linton is a large city, divided into four districts: upper city, middle city, lower city, and slums.

These four districts are not a serious plan, but are the customary names in people's mouths.

For many people, they don’t know how many districts there are in Lingtong, but they definitely know the four districts: upper, middle, lower and poor.

The patrol area is of course divided.

The best patrol area is Midtown.

Compared with Shangcheng District, Zhongcheng District is "the sky is high and the emperor is far away". There is no need to worry every day for fear of accidentally bumping into some important person.

There are many people who are rich but not that rich, and they have enough money.

Uptown has the best security (before the Ripper appeared), and there are very few criminals, but those big shots are themselves dangerous when there is no danger.

If you were not careful, you would not know how to collide with them, and you would end up in a miserable state.

Patrolling in the upper city is very stressful, with zero extra money and gray income.

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

And from downtown to slums, that is the area where all patrol officers are unwilling to work.

The casualty rate is high, gangs are rampant, the poor cannot squeeze out money, gang members are vicious, and all kinds of desperadoes and criminals appear.

On the surface, the patrol area covers the entire Lington.

In fact, at night in the ghetto, the night patrol only wanders a little in the area between downtown and the ghetto.

Definitely not really going deep into the ghetto.

There are still people who care about the life and death of people in the lower city. The death of people in the slums really doesn't matter, from the big shots to the numb poor themselves.

Grand Field is the police headquarters, uptown.

In the truly divided borough of Lington, each has its own branch.

Munster Xia belongs to the Whitechapel Bureau in Whitechapel District.

His patrol area is an area where the Lower City and the slums meet - half of the Whitechapel District belongs to the Lower City and half can be counted as the slums.

It's a very bad place to work.

Even if the normal two people are increased to three people to patrol together, it is not very safe.

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

Shangcheng District must strengthen its defense.

Even Munster was transferred uptown for night patrols.

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

But this Munster is also very unlucky.

While patrolling uptown last night, a carriage lost control. He failed to intercept it and fell down and passed out.

I don’t know what will happen next.

After looking at the sky, it was almost evening. Xia Yanzhen planned to follow his status arrangements and report to Grand Field.

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

After Xia Yanzhen got up, he put on the patrol uniform.

A dark blue uniform with a belt around the waist, but it is not worn on the trousers, but on the coat to hold the baton.

The shoes he wears are brown boots that reach his calves, and his pants are tucked into the boots to prevent water accumulation and make movement easier.

There is also a set of "police tools" to put on.

They are a helmet that looks a bit like a helmet but is longer in the back, a soft leather helmet that reaches the back, a short poncho that reaches to the thigh, and a black T-shaped stick.

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

It looks soft, but the feeling of hitting someone is definitely unpleasant.

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

The patrolman's whistle is also a major feature of Lingtong.

"I wonder 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 to the upper town was impossible.

The main means of transportation in Linton are boats, cars and horses.

Ma mostly refers to carriages, which are necessary for wealthy people to travel.

There is no need to explain too much about the boat. Linton has a large river that runs through the entire city with many tributaries. Sometimes it is more convenient to take the water route than the land route.

The car is a train.

The first train in Lingtong appeared fifty years ago, and the upper class at that time were proud to ride on the train.

Now, they have long been tired of the kind of vehicles with the constant "clang, bang, bang, bang, bang" sound.

"Commuting" in the city has returned to horse-drawn carriages.

Nowadays, trains are mainly used for freight transport and secondly for passenger transport, so the prices have dropped.

Ordinary civilians in Xiacheng District would be fine if they stood once in a while.

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

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

The streets are wide, clean, and smooth, and carriages can drive on them without much bumps.

There are drainage channels on both sides of the road. Even if it rains in Linton, there is little water accumulation.

Not to mention the houses, there are all kinds of big houses and high-rise buildings.

The tallest buildings seen on the road have ten floors.

The river is also clear. Not to mention compared to lower city and slum areas, even compared to midtown, it is still a different world.

After leaving the station, Xia Yanzhen walked all the way to the Glenfield headquarters.

The time came to 5.30pm.

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

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

Patrol officers are not qualified to carry guns.

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

Xia Yanzhen was dressed in a police uniform and entered the Gran Field without being blocked. However, after entering, many people stared at him and whispered.

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

"Is it the sequelae of yesterday's incident?" Xia Yanzhen thought to himself.

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

After being unconscious for a while, Munster Xia woke up.

The carriage had left, and the policeman who was on the same night patrol stood beside him with an unhappy look on his face.

Next is the normal night patrol process.

In the morning, I handed over my gun on an empty stomach and left in a hurry.

Night patrol in Shangcheng District is a hard job, especially now, twelve hours, and I don't even dare to take a break.

The extremely tired Munster ate some food in a hurry and fell asleep with a headache.

After waking up, it was Xia Yanzhen.

Munster is a completely transparent person. Currently, there are more than 200 people like him transferred to the night patrol in Grant Field.

I can't even recognize myself.

Coming now can attract some attention, it should be because of some changes.

Xia Yanzhen's expression remained unchanged and he came to the reporting office.

Then I saw a middle-aged man walking over and said in a fierce tone: "Xia, what did you do?"

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

This man he "knew" was the deputy director of the Whitechapel Bureau, named Leo.

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

Leo took Xia Yanzhen to a small room, scolded him, and explained what happened today.

It turns out that this morning, a coachman came to Glenfield to complain, saying that a patrolman blew his whistle indiscriminately, causing the horses to run wild and almost injuring the nobleman in the carriage.

This patrolman is naturally Munster Xia.

After listening, Xia Yan was really speechless for a while.

Indeed, the whistle was blown last night. It is the patrolman's instinct to blow the whistle first when something happens.

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

The coachman said that the horses were frightened because of the whistle, and he was confusing right and wrong.

"First the horse was frightened for no reason, and then I was able to whistle." Xia Yanzhen said.

"It doesn't matter what you say."

"So?" Xia Yanzhen asked.

"What? So, do you know which family this person is from?" Leo said sternly.

Xia Yanzhen shook his head.

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

"who?"

This is really confusing. Among the large amount of information about the identity arrangement, there is nothing related to Baron Bart.

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

In Uptown Linton, there are roughly two types of people living there, one is the aristocracy, and the other is the new aristocracy.

There is no need to go into details about who the nobles are. They have always controlled Lingtong and the country of Inver.

The new aristocracy emerged over the past hundred years.

These people, in Xia Yanzhen's words, are the bourgeoisie and 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 very rich and powerful coal boss - oh, a new aristocrat.

"I know, what then?" Xia Yanzhen listened to Leo's words, "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 go over and see if Baron Bart can spare you! The one who was in the carriage yesterday was Baron Bart's most beloved child. Daughter, do you know?”

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

Leo slapped his forehead and felt his head was heavy. He was too lazy to talk nonsense with Xia Yanzhen, so he directly called someone and asked him to take Xia Yanzhen to Baron Bart's house.

As for how Baron Bart dealt with this little patrolman, Grant Field would not ask.

When Xia Yanzhen comes back, this uniform will be taken off.

Baron Bart has many patrons of Grant Farm and is a close friend of the Chief Inspector of Grant Farm.

The police officer who sent Xia Yanzhen off was more like escorting him than leading the way. He led Xia Yanzhen to a villa.

The huge garden is behind an iron gate and a high wall.

The house is in the garden again.

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

In this world, the only pistols available are revolvers.

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

Further up, you turn to the steam firearms.

"who?"

I saw two uniformed men coming, and one of the bodyguards walked out of the small door next to the big iron door.