Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 213

Episode 213 Poison, Poison [4]

“Come quickly!”

"eww……."

While I was waiting for a while, three prisoners were brought in.

that…….

It was quite different from what we saw in movies and dramas.

I'm really being punished!

You can think of it as a feeling that strongly resembles this.

If you think about it, even ordinary people can't eat or wash, so what about prisoners?

If word gets out that prisoners can eat whatever they want, the place will be teeming with people turning themselves in every day.

That's how 19th century London really was… … .

“Are these kids moving around okay?”

“The welfare state is too good. It’s the… dark side of the British Empire. If we had the money to feed these people, we could just create one more colony.”

Of course, our true 19th century Londoners had very different thoughts.

Liston was dissatisfied that the prisoner was strong enough to walk.

what…….

It's not that I don't understand.

Working in a hospital, especially in a London hospital, you become very aware of what happens to people when they don't eat.

everyday…….

Literally every day, the poor are found starving to death, either on their own or abandoned, outside the hospital doors.

'But I don't know what to do about this.'

Increase food production by making fertilizer?

But I don't think that's going to solve the problem of poor people starving to death, especially in London, let alone a colony.

This is because there is no distribution at all.

Anyway, the prisoners stood in front of their cells, looking like they might have already died.

He had a look on his face as if he didn't know English.

That's probably it.

Arsenic wallpaper is made of arsenic, so the color is beautiful and it's really pretty.

Even in the 21st century… … .

I've never seen anything like that.

It could be because he died just when he was trying to gain some money and fame, but anyway, it's really classy.

“Hey, what is this?”

Among them, the prisoner who was destined to enter a room decorated with green wallpaper and wear a dress opened his mouth, unable to hold back any longer.

The police officer who brought the guy in, instead of answering right away, looked at the officer in charge of this, whom I decided to call the department head for convenience.

Only after the department head nodded did the answer follow.

“You don’t have to know.”

From the prisoner's point of view, this probably wasn't a particularly meaningful answer.

Sorry… I didn’t do that.

If you've committed enough rape and murder to be caught here, then what?

He's a real madman, that's what I'm saying.

“What is this… … ?”

This time, the prisoner in front of the room containing only a green dress asked.

It's a dress, a dress.

Not clothes.

Do you think the police would have taken the time to change this into men's clothing?

I used scissors to cut out only the sunken waist area, neck area, and the area where the arms would go.

You might wonder if you would need something like that since you are so skinny… … .

These times are no joke.

Even before the era of breast surgery, people preferred to have a slim waist, full breasts, and slender neck and arms.

'No… … Is there surgery?'

No, there won't be any.

If you do that, you'll all die.

If you target the poor and they die, you are innocent because your intentions were good, but if you target the nobles and they die or die in the wrong way, you are guilty regardless of your intentions.

“Should I put it on?”

“Okay, let’s get started.”

“Put it on.”

“This… … this?”

The prisoner's face became miserable.

You probably think these kids are just making a spectacle of themselves.

That's understandable, since there are chairs lined up and we're sitting on them.

There was even a comfy sofa set up a little further back for Sir Jamie to sit on.

actually…….

'Isn't it just a sight?'

Strictly speaking, it would be an observation.

“Isn’t this too much… … .”

Anyway, the prisoner started whining.

That could be expected.

Anyone can see that it is a very luxurious dress.

The alcohol was running, it was dangling, and the hem of the skirt was amazing!

But that kid is too much.

Perhaps the victims also didn't think it was worth going this far?

“Put it on, you punk.”

Liston must have had similar thoughts as he approached with his sword drawn.

“Hey, if you kill me now.”

The police tried to stop them, but it didn't help.

“Do you want to die now? Or do you want to wear it?”

Instead, Liston used the police's dissuasion to threaten them.

“Hey, I’ll wear it. I’ll wear it!”

As always, Liston's threats worked very well.

The prisoner wore his dress haphazardly and carelessly.

It looked like it was easy to put on because it was cut here and there with scissors.

Originally, dresses from this era required someone to help you put them on, but she put them on by herself in no time.

I was trembling because of Liston… … .

“Why aren’t you wearing it?”

“Hey, I’ll wear it!”

The guy standing in front of the next room was also wearing a green dress.

This dress had a more casual feel.

Whatever it was, it would have contained plenty of arsenic.

And it will slowly kill the wearer.

Also the person attached to the wearer.

“You, just go in.”

"yes!"

The prisoner who was standing in front of the green-walled wall, looking at his fellow prisoner wearing a dress, went inside with a slightly relieved expression on his face.

So soon the three prisoners were each put into their own cell.

Among them, the one wearing a green dress and entering the green room opened his mouth.

“There’s something here… … it smells moldy!”

“What, you want me to clean it for you?”

“No, no. I was just letting you know!”

“What’s so special about me being in your room?”

“No… … It’s incomparable to that place.”

"huh?"

The department head tilted his head with a somewhat strange expression.

Not only that, but in fact we did the same.

Isn't the place where the prisoner was located further inside here?

There was no way there would be a ventilation hole…

The room here is usually a place where kids who bribe the police go to stay for a while.

why?

It's in front of the stairs, so it's well lit and, most importantly, well ventilated.

Of course, this one should have been much less moldy.

"ah?"

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind.

Moldy… … .

I tried that too.

at home.

Oh, not at my house, but at Senior Alfred's house.

'no way…….'

They say that this arsenic wallpaper is also popular in France.

But they said that no one had ever died like this there.

Of course he died… … .

I don't think there are enough people dying to notice, but is there a difference between here and France?

there is.

The weather is nice there.

It's much drier… … .

'Won't this arsenic wallpaper give off an especially musty smell when it comes into contact with moisture?'

This is it.

This is it!

“Plain. Where are you going?”

When I came to my senses, I found myself heading deep into the basement of the police station.

Not a regular prison, but a place for those awaiting execution.

“Oh, I just had an idea.”

“Everyone here has committed an unforgivable sin, but that doesn’t mean that anything can be done about it.”

“That’s not it.”

“That’s not it… … Don’t you know how vicious you are? You can tell me everything.”

“I said no!”

“I guess you’re right, seeing as you’re angry.”

I gave up on trying to persuade Liston and went inward.

The police officers standing guard tried to stop them, but then stepped back after seeing Liston.

It's a familiar face… … .

It might be scary too.

The moment I pull out that sword and swing it, it's obvious that the hallway will turn into a sea of blood.

Since the Liston amputation show is so popular these days, most citizens have probably seen it, so it's easy to imagine.

“Definitely… …less moldy.”

“Oh, do you care what that guy said earlier? It must be nonsense. How can the prisoners be of sound mind?”

“No, no. I’ve smelled mold on arsenic wallpaper before.”

“Huh? Where? Sir Jamie? It didn’t smell there?”

“No. At home. It was really bad… … Even in the basement, it doesn’t smell like that.”

“You are certainly of noble birth. You are not used to the smell of mold.”

With Liston's words I turned back and walked out.

I was rolling my head the whole time I was coming out.

'It smells like mold, but it's not mold. London is humid all year round… … Maybe it's the smell that comes from the arsenic vaporizing in the moisture? It's said to be odorless, but if it undergoes a chemical reaction and becomes a different type of gas, then who knows.'

Doesn't odorlessness mean that arsenic is in a solid state?

Yeah, that's probably right.

Although I am not very knowledgeable in chemistry, I cannot make a more accurate inference… … .

There is no other way to explain everything.

“I think it’ll take a while.”

It took about 15 minutes to get back.

Of course, no prisoners died or anything in the meantime.

But it wasn't something that was expected of the police either, especially the chief of the department, who muttered with a bored expression on his face.

As I walked towards the stairs.

“Instead of doing this here, how about we assign shifts?”

The department head made a proposal to us and the employee sent by Jamie Sir.

When I heard it, it was indeed a reasonable suggestion.

'Well, we don't have to do everything here, right?'

Even if it is less than those prisoners, you will inevitably be exposed to arsenic if you are around them.

So, this was better to reduce that risk.

“Then will we be there for an hour each?”

“Yes, that would be good. Sir Jamie can’t wait here forever anyway. He said he’ll come when I contact him.”

“Then let’s have two people, one to contact and one to observe. Alfred and Colin, you two are number one.”

“No… … I… … .”

"yes!"

By my command, Alfred and Colin became number one.

I guess… … .

The first hour seems like it would be meaningless.

Then it was decided that Joseph and I would be there.

Next up are Liston and Blundell.

The police also said they would organize an investigation, but I shook my head.

But wouldn't it be more meaningful for a doctor to observe it?

On the way here, I explained all the symptoms of arsenic poisoning.

So these three groups decided to take turns watching.

“How was it?”

"just……."

Group 1 is a dud.

“How was it?”

"not really……."

Group 2, so I also got a dud.

“How was it?”

“Is this really death?”

Group 3, Liston, Blundell are also duds.

The first lap ended in failure.

The second wheel was the same.

It was on the third lap that something changed.

As we were starting to get tired from taking a short nap, the guy in the middle room…

That is, the color began to drain from the face of the man who was wearing a dress and surrounded by wallpaper.

"eww……."

At the same time, I was in pain.

“Quick! Quickly, call your family! Sir Jamie!”

The family we are talking about here is not the family of a death row inmate.

If ordinary people don't have human rights, what human rights do death row inmates have?

The victim's family came running in panic after hearing the news that the prisoner was in pain.

It seemed like it would take longer to get to Sir Jamie's house since it was a bit far away.

Or maybe they're just being stubborn and don't want to admit that arsenic is bad for them.

“That kid! Is he sick?”

“Yes, you will probably have a bad stomach ache.”

“That went well.”

“Good!”

When my family was happy, I felt like my uneasiness was going away, even if just a little.

okay…….

If you kill someone, and it wasn't a mistake, but you killed several people on purpose, you should be punished.

If you can contribute to humanity while doing so, it may be a reward rather than a punishment.

I looked at the prisoner who was trapped in the green and dying with such thoughts.