This aura is deadly

When the first ray of sunlight dyes the church spire golden yellow, Big Ben also rings on time.

Longtown began to recover, and factories everywhere were blowing whistles for work.

Carriages came and went, and people poured into the streets to start working for a living.

Jacob was wearing a top hat and a clean gentleman's windbreaker.

He held his cane in his right hand and followed the crowd towards the security station.

Going out early in the morning was very unaccustomed to a night owl like him, but today he had something very important to do.

There was no county police system in the 19th century, and even fire alarms were provided by insurance companies.

The Security Station is a new business launched by many companies in Ingram authorized by the Queen.

The business was supported by the Crown and provided policing services to the greater city of Longtown and parts of Ingram.

Four security wagons carry security officers on patrol, starting from the parking lot behind the security station and patrolling the streets five times a day.

Jacob avoided the carriage, took a deep breath, and then opened the door and entered the security station.

The Sheriff's nose was red and his black-brimmed hat was on the table. He was sitting behind his desk reading the Times Morning News.

The security station functions as a simple detention center, usually holding petty thieves and serious criminals waiting to be transferred to prison.

Seeing Jacob walking in, the Sheriff didn't react much, he just let his eyes go around the newspaper and glanced at it.

"Jacob, Jacob, Jacob~" the Sheriff joked.

"Come on, Old Joe, I don't have a middle name, and my surname is not Jacob." Jacob said, walking to the detention area in a familiar way.

"You should really watch your boys more closely." The Sheriff, known as Lao Qiao, knocked on the table.

"Jack? Jack?" Jacob greeted inside.

Two security guards leaned against the small cell, with sticks half as long as their arms hanging from their waists.

"Jacob, I knew you were coming, take me out quickly! They locked me up all night!" A little boy with brown hair immediately approached the iron door.

He is about 6 years old, wearing blue coarse cloth clothes, with a dirty face, and a pair of big bright eyes, giving people the impression of being overly clever.

"At least you don't have to compete with Dayage for the bed here." Jacob spread his hands and said with a smile.

"Ah...that's terrible! I don't want to stay here any longer, you have to get me out!" Jack said in frustration.

"I told you not to burglarize houses, didn't you hold back?" Jacob squatted down and shook his head.

"No, I didn't! I swear to the Queen!" Jack defended.

"The queen won't come to rescue you. I think it's better for you to stay in there for a few days." Jacob smiled.

"You can't do this! We are family!" Jack shouted.

Jacob stood up, ignoring Jack's noise behind him, and walked straight to Old Joe's table.

"Where did you catch him?" Jacob asked.

"It's right here at the security station, believe it or not," Old Qiao said.

"Are you kidding me? You said he came to steal your security station? You are finally kidding me, Old Joe!" Jacob laughed.

However, Lao Qiao's expression did not change, and he still looked lifeless.

"Oh... okay, what did he steal? Your gun or your wallet?" Jacob stopped smiling and became more serious.

"If he stole my gun and wallet, it wouldn't be so serious." Old Qiao snorted.

"What do you mean?" Jacob was stunned.

"Jacob, don't you read the Longtown newspaper? There was a murder in the hotel by the Thames last week, and almost everyone in the city knows about it," Old Joe said.

"What does this have to do with Jack?" Jacob didn't understand.

Old Joe opened the drawer and threw two guns and a wallet on the table. He said angrily: "Little Jack sneaked in yesterday afternoon when we were not paying attention, and he actually wanted to steal the evidence of the murder."

Jacob looked at the two guns on the table. One was an ordinary revolver, and the other gun had a very advanced structure. Both guns had blood stains on their muzzles.

He recognized both guns.

"He's dead...?" Jacob thought to himself.

"This time he made a big mistake." Old Qiao leaned back in his chair and threw the newspaper on the table.

Jacob sighed and took out a silver pocket watch from his arms.

"Look, Old Joe, everyone makes mistakes. Little Jack is just a kid." He hung his pocket watch in front of Old Joe and shook it.

"Hmm... sterling silver?" Lao Qiao looked at it for a while and asked.

"There are twelve small diamonds in the dial." Jacob nodded and smiled mysteriously.

Lao Qiao held his pocket watch, hesitated for a moment, then let go, and asked, "Is it easy to take action?"

"It's not a local thing, Old Joe, I'm very cautious." Jacob smiled.

Lao Qiao held his breath and put the pocket watch into his arms without much thought.

"Tell him to be more careful in the future, Jacob." Old Qiao said.

"I will, Old Joe, I will." Jacob bowed slightly.

Old Qiao walked out from behind the table, took out the key to the small cell, and motioned to the two security guards at the door to open the door.

Jacob stood by the table and watched little Jack rushing out of the iron door impatiently.

"Jack, you won't be so lucky next time." Old Qiao said.

"I will be more careful next time!" Jack passed between the three people sideways and rushed behind Jacob.

"You should really send those children to an orphanage." Old Qiao suggested.

"On the contrary, they all ran away from the orphanage." Jacob smiled.

"Get out of my security station quickly before I change my mind!" Old Qiao waved his hand.

Jacob took off his hat, bowed slightly, and then walked out of the security station with little Jack in his arms.

After Lao Qiao waited for the two to leave, he took out his sterling silver pocket watch and looked at it again. The security guard on the side also came close to him.

"Can I change it for a lot of money?" the security guard asked.

"It's more than three months of our salary. That's why I tolerate him and his small group." Old Qiao said with a sly smile.

He walked to the table, opened the drawer and threw the pocket watch in, then looked at the evidence on the table.

Only one revolver remained.

Lao Qiao panicked and immediately rushed out the door and looked towards the street. The bustling streets were crowded with people. Looking left and right, there was not a man or a child in sight.

Old Qiao's beard trembled with the breath, and the cold air made him upset. All his emotions turned into a "shit" and spewed out of his mouth.

At the same time, Jacob and Jack were walking through the alleys. On the roof, several children were helping them look around.

"Don't do this next time. We still need Old Joe. Understand?" Jacob warned.

"But you seem to have angered him." Jack looked sideways at Jacob.

He was rummaging through his wallet, and there was a pistol hidden in his coat pocket.

"I will try to make Old Joe forget about this. These two things came from a friend of mine. I think he may need..." Jacob took out some magnetic cards and IDs from his wallet, and also took out some to read. Paper money and coins that I don’t understand.

"It's not much money...but look, which country's currency is this?" Little Jack grabbed a coin from Jacob's hand.

"I don't know...but wait..." Jacob pulled out a magnetic card with a human face on it and looked at it carefully.

Driving license.

Opportunity City.

March 12, 2009.

Date of birth: February 27, 1995.

Chen Ke.