chsdbacks Chapter 16 was reported to the authorities?
Chapter 16 was reported to the authorities?
I slept without any dreams.
The next morning, Winston woke up to the smell of toasting bread.
It has to be said that having someone prepare three meals a day on time at your place of residence is a great way to improve your quality of life. For the first time since time travel, Winston felt like he had a "home".
When he entered the restaurant, Eileen was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron. If you ignored her gloves and the oven tray she was carrying, and only looked at her straight back and elegant posture, you would believe that she was a noblewoman practicing dance.
That sophisticated air is truly admirable.
"This morning's main course is fried eggs with grilled sausage, tomatoes, mushrooms, and buttered bread. The side dishes are chicken and cheese. Last night's tea went slightly spoiled, so I brewed a new pot. If you don't like the taste of the tea, you can have hot chocolate instead. After the meal, there will be stewed fruit and jam. Would you like me to serve it now, or later?"
Winston looked on in amazement: "You made all of this this morning?"
Eileen smiled slightly and said calmly, "It's nothing troublesome. Today's morning paper is placed next to your plate. Mr. Martin Grayling said he will come after ten o'clock. There are no urgent telegrams to deal with at the moment."
That's too high-class.
Winston finished his breakfast under Eileen's meticulous care, and even briefly had the thought that "British food is not entirely without merit."
After dinner, his laziness returned. He planned to take a short nap and start working again after Martin arrived, but then he saw a dark black pigeon land on the restaurant balcony.
"Huh? v1888 has changed their username?"
This was a fleeting thought that crossed Winston's mind.
The next moment, a black eagle swooped down from the sky, trampling the poor pigeon to the ground. v1888 roared angrily:
Who? Which shameless bird dares to impersonate me?
Winston quickly stepped forward and rescued the struggling, cooing pigeon: "You're right, your cooing isn't as pleasant as its."
v1888 almost swore, but Winston frowned and pinched its mouth shut with two fingers to stop it.
"Wait a minute," he said, "there's a letter on the pigeon's leg."
This is a carrier pigeon.
Due to its instability, limited information capacity, and difficulty in training, using carrier pigeons to deliver messages was no longer the mainstream communication method in 19th-century Britain. However, some conservatives or simply pigeon lovers still use this method.
Winston emptied the letter from the mailbox, unfolded it, and read:
"The park has been reported. N·L."
N·L is an abbreviation for Norman Lovecraft.
The letter was sent from Regent's Park.
...The question is, what's in Regent's Park?
Only two days have passed, and the organization, nominally MI5 but actually an investigator's group, has only three members. Could the whistleblower have extraordinary connections and discovered Winston's influence when it was still in its infancy?
Winston was utterly baffled, and he was almost conjuring up a conspiracy theory spanning London and a century.
While he was pondering, v1888 peeked at the contents of the letter and said:
Is this the inevitable path for the development of esoteric Buddhism—being reported to the authorities?
Winston's lips twitched, and he snapped out of his daze, a surge of rage rising within him: "Rebel against the Heavenly Order!! I am the official! I'd like to see who reported me!"
If he can't mess with the cabinet, he can at least mess with you! Even if he only wants to put together a makeshift team to get things done, the prime minister is still behind that team!
Just as Martin stepped into 10 Downing Street, Winston walked to the door, put his hand on Martin's shoulder, and said, "Wait, you don't need to come in."
Martin: "?"
He took two steps back, observing Winston's expression. His eyebrows twitched, and he wondered, "Who angered him? How did I get fired again?"
Why did I say "again"?
Fortunately, Winston quickly added, "Come with me to Regent's Park."
Eileen handed him a long black coat at just the right moment, and Winston said as he put on the coat, "An old friend of mine is having some trouble over there."
Martin asked, somewhat confused, "Your friend is in Regent's Park now...?"
"Yes, you'll see when you get there."
Winston strode to the side of the street, raised his hand to call the coachman, "Do you know anyone at Scotland Yard? If so, you might be able to see him."
Martin was immediately intrigued. He found that since becoming the new prime minister's private secretary, every day seemed to be "colorful," but compared to the chaos he felt when Winston fainted, Martin was now gradually finding some enjoyment in it.
This might be partly due to Winston's decisiveness in his work; if he were dealing with a forgetful procrastinator, he might have already lost his temper.
Winston, however, paid no attention to Martin's thoughts and instead pondered the word "Regent" in the name of Regent's Park while they were on their way.
In the universe before his time travel, King George IV of England acted as regent before his formal accession to the throne. At that time, there was a large area of royal hunting grounds in north London. The government commissioned architects to carry out urban planning and transformation to create an ideal urban landscape for the regent. Therefore, the park was named Regent's Park.
But in this universe, there was no George IV in the 19th century. The Holy Catholic Covenant of Great Britain had been ruled by Queen Victoria for seven hundred years. Who could possibly surpass her to become regent?
Winston had been wondering how the world got its name, Regent's Park, and then yesterday, while reading official documents about urban development, he actually came across it.
The document states that "regency" means "to carry out the will of Her Majesty the Queen".
The regent refers to the human representative chosen by the ancient gods.
Regent's Park is where the first "human regent," who was also the first British Prime Minister, received the Queen's glorious gaze, hence the name.
Winston, who receives the Queen's glorious gaze every day: "..."
It's so gloomy, so very gloomy.
He thought to himself as he read this.
This park clashes with my birth chart. If all else fails, maybe we should move the headquarters of MI5 to a different location?
But after hearing Professor Lovecraft say that they had been reported today, Winston's rebellious spirit resurfaced, and he changed his mind again.
Since we are under the passive position of "absolute materialism Lv.4", we cannot be defeated by feudal superstition. Moreover, hundreds of years ago, the first prime minister was able to act as regent on behalf of the gods because he was favored by the queen in this land. Hundreds of years later, Winston, who was also watched by the ancient gods, started to establish a base for mankind to explore the mystery from here. Isn't this the destiny of heaven?
Huh? I've accidentally fallen into feudal superstition again.
It doesn't matter; the destiny here is the destiny of science.
In short, placing MI5 in Regent's Park is far too orthodox; anyone who questions it is opposing Winston and provoking the Queen!
Winston arrived at the park in a fit of anger, and from a distance he saw two Scotland Yard officers strolling and chatting around a flowerbed.
"...Officer McLeod has met his performance target again today."
"Who says it isn't? I told you from the beginning that this was a good job, but you didn't believe me. Unlike ordinary criminal suspects, heretics are the easiest to define. You know how the 'Vagabond Law' is written, right? Just go out on the street and grab a few drunkards, beggars, and lunatics who talk to themselves..."
"I didn't see them commit any crime."
"As long as they are 'unemployed and cannot explain their legitimate livelihood,' they can be said to be 'disturbing the peace' or 'engaging in suspicious loitering.' You don't need to feel guilty; they will be released by the judge in two or three days, at most losing a few pounds."
Before the eloquent police officer could finish speaking, Martin Grayling, without Winston's prompting, automatically stepped forward to greet him.
"Hello, officer, your report card is here again." He adjusted his glasses and said politely, "We have some unusual activity to report. Who is your superior? Could you please have him come out and see me?"