Fantasy Writers 1860

"So Samuel was caught just like that?" Dorian asked, sitting on a bench in the police station corridor.

Clancy had prepared all the indictment materials and handed them over to the court, beginning the formal prosecution process. The bailiffs also began to summon the relevant witnesses one by one.

Just then, Clancy suddenly received news that Samuel, the source of all evil who caused all this trouble, had also been captured.

Now that the person has been caught, he will definitely be in the dock when the trial begins.

Dorian was also a little curious and wanted to see this hardcore ruthless guy.

"Yeah, I didn't expect to catch him so easily either." Detective Inspector Reid, standing in front of Dorian, pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, looking speechless.

"We specifically studied the arrest plan, made many meticulous contingency plans, and deployed three groups (A, B, and C) there to be on standby at any time. I even went there personally to direct the operation... I never expected that it would be so easy and without any problems."

"So how did the Blue Blood Gang start doing charity work? What exactly are they doing in that warehouse?" Dorian asked, somewhat worried.

After all, to be honest, he does have some grudges against the Blue Blood Gang.

They were hunting him down, and then he inexplicably killed one of their leaders, Blackwood—or rather, he killed himself.

Dorian had thought everything was over, but now that he was hearing news of the Blue Blood Gang again, he couldn't help but feel worried.

"The auction was organized by a machinery manufacturing company. On the surface, it appears clean, but it has intricate connections with the Blue Blood Gang. Its business operations are perfectly normal; it genuinely manufactures machinery and also deals in some magical machinery materials. So far, no signs of illegal or irregular activities have been found."

"They're actually going to switch to manufacturing?" Dorian's eyes narrowed slightly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knee.

Did they astutely discover that exploiting surplus value by hiring people to work is much more lucrative than collecting protection money?

"So what exactly is Samuel's relationship with the Blue Bloods? How did he end up receiving an invitation from a company with ties to the Blue Bloods?"

"That invitation wasn't for him," Inspector Leeds shook his head, clearly having already extracted some information from the interrogation. "It was originally for Congressman Lenster. He tricked him into giving it to him, and he readily admits it."

Inspector Leeds put down his pipe. "But other than that, he wouldn't confess anything. He claimed he had no connection to the Blue Bloods, no connection to the Order, and didn't even know what they did."

"Didn't you arrange a major memory restoration technique for him?" Dorian smiled.

Inspector Reid paused, completely bewildered by the term. He had never heard of it before and had no idea what it meant. But soon, almost inexplicably, his years of experience in solving cases allowed him to grasp the meaning of the word without any instruction.

"What kind of great memory restoration technique? It doesn't exist. There's no such thing. Scotland Yard never uses torture to extract confessions. Don't talk nonsense." Inspector Lester, who suddenly realized what was going on, found the term rather interesting, but shook his head helplessly.

"You novelists and newspaper editors, you just spout rumors. It's people like you who spread rumors and propagate these false stereotypes all day long, which is why Scotland Yard's reputation is being damaged."

After saying that, he took out a document from his coat pocket. "Look, they're going to launch a clean-up operation to thoroughly investigate some newspapers that violate the public order and good morals of the empire."

"Operation Clean Reports? Are we going to implement speech control like the Lucia Empire?" Dorian was somewhat surprised.

This doesn't seem like something the Britannian Empire, which prides itself on freedom of speech, would do.

"Of course not. These are the main points I've summarized myself, and of course I can't say it like that publicly." Inspector Reid handed the document to Dorian. "Take a look for yourself."

Dorian took the document and found that it began with long, complex sentences in the style of Humphrey:

"Under Her Majesty's wise rule, the public information dissemination of the Britannian Empire has undergone several decades of development, evolution, and institutional adjustments, and has formed a printed production and distribution system with the participation of multiple entities, multiple layers of media, and a certain degree of complexity in actual operation."

"In terms of its inherent connection with the overall well-being of our nation, the level of public morality, and the rule of law, which requires careful examination and should not be oversimplified, it has made undeniable positive contributions, but also exposed institutional defects and structural concerns that deserve careful evaluation in several dimensions that cannot be ignored."

"In recent years, varying degrees of inconsistent quality of printed materials have emerged in various counties, municipalities, and the capital region of Greater Lontinion. This includes, but is not limited to, systematic biases in the factual statements of some publications, selective omissions in the tracing of information sources, and a tendency to disregard the boundaries of free speech that is inconsistent with the social responsibility they should bear..."

This first paragraph alone was enough to exhaust Dorian.

Dorian painstakingly read through the document and found that it did not mention closing any newspapers or banning any magazines, but it revised the classification standards for the source of pulp materials for printed materials, the postage rates for inter-county distribution, registration and operating guarantee requirements, the scope of discretionary power in operating license applications, and the circulation and tax reporting data mechanisms...

That depends on who is conducting the investigation and how they are conducting it.

We can't really investigate everything, can we? What if we find something suspicious?

If the investigation is carried out strictly according to the meaning of this document, many small newspapers will probably disappear as the investigation progresses.

"This seems like a very troublesome matter. Who exactly is in charge of this? Why are all the documents being sent to your police station?" Dorian said.

Inspector Leeds snorted and stuffed the file back into his pocket. "The Department of Culture, Arts and Libraries, Scotland Yard will assist with the process and provide convenience if necessary."

Well, judging from this, this lousy job will most likely end up in Scotland Yard.

"This matter is very complicated, very complicated." He paused deliberately, turning his gaze to Dorian. "So, some unnecessary trouble should be avoided if possible... You understand what I mean?"

Dorian looked into Inspector Lesder's eyes, and the two smiled at each other.

Everything is understood without words.

……

"I did it... I did it! I confess, I confess everything! I was planted by the Blue Blood Gang, and I'm also a member of the Dawn of Imperishable Law. I blew up the Mayfair Theater, and I killed that demi-human activist... I plead guilty! I plead guilty!"

Deep within the police station, in a detention cell located in the far reaches of the corridor, where neither Dorian nor Inspector Lesder could hear, came a series of heart-wrenching screams.