Oliver was taken aback and tried to struggle fiercely. He took out a small blade with his other hand and pierced it towards the "decent man" holding his wrist. But the "decent man" was surprisingly agile, and his other hand stretched out like lightning and caught his hand holding the blade. The two of them held their hands together, and when they looked from a distance, it looked like the older brother was teaching the younger brother to waltz.

Oliver immediately followed the technique Fagin gave him, lifted his knees, and pushed towards the vital point of the "decent man". The "decent man" was obviously also defensive. He turned slightly to one side and escaped the collision, but Oliver's trick was actually not the top of the knee, it was just a lie, and his feet fell down. He stamped heavily on the toes of the "decent man".

The "decent man" obviously didn't expect to suffer such a hit. He yelled and threw Oliver out with his hands. Oliver was hit **** the stone road, his whole body aches. He tried hard to support himself with his hands, getting up from the ground one by one, like a carpenter opening a folding ruler.

And that "decent man" is not decent at all at this time. He stood on one foot and jumped, holding the other foot in both hands, and barking like a stabbed pig in his mouth.

Oliver got up with difficulty, and ran away while the "decent man" was still yelling. He ran out of the lane in a few steps, and then ran into a policeman in black. The policeman staggered.

"Bastard thing!" The fat-faced policeman got furious and drew out his baton, just as Oliver, who had also been knocked down and sat on the ground, slapped him in the face.

Based on the experience formed over the years, Oliver knew that at this time, it was useless to beg for mercy, cry, and resist. The only way is to hug his head with both hands, shrink the whole body into a ball, and protect the weak and easily injured parts as much as possible, and then, it depends on when the police master gets tired.

The policeman roared and kicked Oliver, who was already in a position to be beaten, and then a truncheon slashed on Oliver's head. (In fact, Oliver's standard beating posture made the police more irritated in a sense. In his opinion, the guys who can perform such postures so skillfully are all bad species, they are the bones of thieves! )

Oliver's right hand suddenly swelled up after the stick of the policeman. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and said nothing, waiting for the raining baton to continue to fall.

But, strangely, the baton did not fall. A hand grabbed the policeman's hand, and a voice rang in his ear, but Oliver couldn't understand what the voice said.

Oliver opened his eyes and saw that the "decent man" was standing in front of him. He stretched a finger straight up to the nose of the fat policeman, and used a language he didn't understand, towards that The police scolded.

The policeman did not understand what the person who stopped him was saying, but this did not prevent him from seeing that the clothes he was wearing were of the best quality wool, and his shirt was made of high-end silk. Therefore, although the policeman did not understand what the man was yelling at him, this did not prevent him from taking a step back with a panic expression, and then quickly apologized to the gentleman.

Even if he is just a foreigner who speaks a foreign language that no one understands. But looking at the clothes he is wearing, it also shows that he is a rich foreign man. As long as they are rich, whether they are British or foreign, don’t they deserve the awe of a little policeman? You know, a wealthy foreign person will definitely know a lot of wealthy people in Britain, and the wealthy people in Britain...does it matter?

"Sir..." the fat policeman stumbled and said, "...sorry...maybe I offended you...but...sorry...I didn't understand...what are you talking about..."

At this time, the "decent man" reacted. What he said angrily just now, "How dare you trample on human rights for no reason", or "What is your alarm signal, I want to report you to the Disciplinary Supervision Commission" , "Neither the Ministry of Public Security nor the Ministry of Truth will allow such a situation" are all nonsense, because now, he is not in France, but in England.

"Bullying a child, sir, I really feel blush for you." So he said to the policeman in English instead. Then he turned around, only to find Oliver was missing. Just now, taking advantage of the opportunity of the decent man to scold the police, Oliver ran away.

"Sir, that kid looks like a thief at first sight. Really, I assure you that only a kind person like you can be deceived by his appearance. I assure you, that kid is a thief... …" The fat policeman said quickly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the "decent man" to scold the policeman, Oliver got up all at once, turned around and fled into the alley where he had just ran out. He ran a few steps along the alley and then stopped. He saw that just where he had stepped heavily on the foot of the "decent man", a book was lying there.

That was the book that "decent man" was reading just now, and in the struggle with him, this book fell here.

Oliver picked up the book. He knows that books are worth a lot of money. Moreover, the boss Fagin also likes to read. He can often see Fajin Old Assembly in his free time, reading a book alone, or holding other people, teaching them to recognize some of the simplest words.

Oliver stuffed the book into his clothes, and ran along the alley to the other end of the alley.

Soon after Oliver ran away, the "decent man", the second secretary of the French Embassy in the United Kingdom, Mr. Jager Goreng, also ended his entanglement with the English police. He showed that all the world except Rome—it’s not right, it’s a barbaric attitude except France, he severely despised the policeman, and then turned back to the alley just now to find himself That book.

That book is gone.

But Mr. Jager Goreng was not too disappointed. The book was not cheap, but it was nothing compared to the salary that the Ministry of Truth paid him. And as the cost of official action, this book can be reimbursed. Of course, the reimbursement process is a bit long. In many cases, you have to wait for a long time, but in any case, generally speaking, if you delay it until Christmas, you will definitely get the reimbursement money. (Reimbursement of such things, many times, those accountants always like to suppress it until the end of the year to deal with it all)

Oliver crossed the alley, walked into another street, walked a little further, and reached Petticoat Lane. This is one of the last old and busiest streets in London. In the Tudor era, it used to be a place where pig meat was sold. Later, after the rise of the textile industry, it once became a market for all kinds of textiles. Got this name.

But this old street is too narrow to accommodate so many shops, and it is too close to the residential area of ​​the workers in the factory, and the security is not good enough. After all, most of the workers are poor, and when the poor are engaged in illegal activities, they are often not very particular about the methods.

You know, here, a girl may be targeted by the London police for half a loaf of bread. (Of course, the police are not attacking them because their behavior is indecent, but because they dare not to the king. Your Majesty’s government pays taxes) and it is entirely possible for men to insert a knife into someone’s stomach for a potato; and for the children here, many people are like the fat policeman who have been thieves since childhood.

Here, the three problems of this century—poverty makes men down, hunger makes women down, and darkness makes children weak—not a few.

Businessmen who have money to do business are very kind people. They can hardly see how poor people are suffering. Therefore, they moved the market to other places where the poor could not be seen, leaving only the name "Petticoat Lane".

Today's "Petticoat Lane" is already one of the dirtiest, most chaotic, and least secure and orderly places in London. Even the police lords will not easily enter this type of place. And such areas, no matter in any country or era in the world, have a common name-slums.

There are basically no police in the slums because there are no decent people who need police protection. The police usually do not come here. Even if they do, they must be a large group of people coming in with live ammunition. But this is not really a place of chaos~lightnovelpub.net~ It has its order here, just like Gotham also has Gotham order.

Fagin is the order of "Petticoat Lane". If you go to the London Police Station and the residents of "Petticoat Lane" to inquire about Feijin. Then what you hear will make you feel that these are two people.

In the description of the people in the London Police Department, Fagin is like some kind of monster emerging from the horror stories that parents use to scare children. He would sneak into other people's homes quietly, then tie up the kind hostess and hostess, then hold a knife and use one by one to chop off their cute little daughter's fingers and threaten them to hand over the code to the safe. Or put the policemen who defended justice, and the former thieves who repented and turned into the dark, into the bags and threw them into the Thames.

But among the residents of "Petticoat Lane", Fei Jin is the biggest good man. He is almost the incarnation of Santa Claus. Even better than Santa Claus. Because Santa only asks everyone for service one night, but he always lends a helping hand to you when everyone is in the hardest time and needs help the most.

However, even the people in "Petticoat Alley", few people know where to find Fajin.

Oliver is one of the few people who knows where to find Fagin.