The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 205 Ch.204 Weird intrusion

"It looks like someone is going to be in bad luck."

Xander Kratof said.

She and Roland were there too, outside the crowd, far away from William Cordoni and the police.

They were on the carriage parked on the street. Today they were going to the South District to investigate the baby theft case.

This brief pause of instruction came from Xander, but also from the coachman himself - it is rare to see aristocrats lively.

The girl in black uniform leaned on the edge of the car with her arms and said with a sarcastic look on her face: "I think the most valuable thing besides the street lamp is that carrot."

If the cemetery is stolen, not only the tombkeepers will be punished, but the Ring of Eternal Silence will also be criticized by the upper class.

Who would want their grave to be dug up and their body hung on a street lamp for everyone to view and comment on?

If the Ring of Eternal Silence can't do the job, find someone who can.

"I guess it has something to do with the 'white gauze murderer'." Xander said to himself, but there was a hint of admiration in his tone: "The corpse exposed on the street... it must be an artist..."

"She said you were an artist."

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Indeed I am.

"Is this feud over?"

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If Charles Croy still tried to put his carrot son in the grave.

Regarding the fact that Roland and Rose sneaked into the cemetery last night, took advantage of the Winter Festival of the Ring of Silence, knocked out the tombkeeper, and dug up Chloe's grave——

Wrench has no opinion.

Because it has long known that it is inhabiting the soul of something.

Just like an archer who never shoots with a bow, every time he encounters a painful injury, he puts an arrow into the quiver behind him: every time, he puts an arrow into the quiver - this quiver he I've been carrying it for more than ten years.

Suddenly one day, he finally decided to shoot an arrow. At this time, an unlucky guy provoked him.

That's really unfortunate.

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I plan to commission someone to write a short story and publish it in the newspaper. What do you think? -

About Mingsi Chloe and Orlando Wilson.

"Don't tell me, there are really newspapers that dare to publish it."

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certainly.

Who can stop the citizens of London from having fun.

However, during the grave digging last night, Rose told him that the story in the envelope under the pillow did not play a magical role as Roland said.

Roland asked her to be more patient, but maybe as Wrench said, Rose might...

Not suitable for this path.

What kind of path is suitable for Rose?

A greedy, adventurous and lawless thief...

Drive away from the cross street, leaving the chaotic crowd behind.

Some birds hovered over the building, seemingly interested in the exposed bones.

The carriage is going to the South District.

A more chaotic zone.

"How are you going to spend Christmas?" Xander asked.

"With my uncle, I have no other relatives." Roland said: "We will probably go to Bristol after Christmas, right?"

He wanted to spend a warm Christmas with his uncle and didn't want to leave him alone at home in front of the stove.

"I guess so." Xander said it didn't matter, "I'm almost the same as you, Roland. I only have my grandpa as a relative."

This was the first time she told Roland about her family affairs.

"I'm sorry, Xander."

"No regrets." The girl flicked her nails. "Given that I ruin Mr. Gary Kratofer's good mood every year - he would find a lot of children to spend this holiday with him. I mean, ten years old below."

She crossed her legs and stared at the shops and pedestrians passing by.

Roland doesn't really want to explore Xander's past, so this topic should be stopped.

"What do you think of the missing baby case?"

"The Cradle of Flesh." Xander and Fernandez had the same view: "The ritual of the Cradle of Flesh requires a living, newly-born baby—the younger the better. But it is obviously not something that one or two people can do. "

The babies were not missing for a long time, but there were a lot of them.

It must be a crime that can be completed by an organization with a large number of people.

Therefore, their targets are two of the largest gangs in London today.

The Golden Tooth Gang, and the Elephant Gang.

"The Gold Teeth Gang is involved in the private alliance. It is said that their real master is James Shelley - maybe there are others. If we follow the previous investigation methods of the Inquisition..."

If it were the way it used to be.

Then, Roland and Xander should first pay their respects to Mr. James Shelley's residence, and then wait for the reply and agree to visit at a certain time.

Then, dine with the owner of the mansion in a gorgeously decorated restaurant, and listen to his long and tortuous lies that are as long as an ant's nest. Listen to him tell you how many gold pounds he spent to buy a hunting dog, a bottle of perfume or a handcraft made by someone. stick.

After the meal, accompanied by the servants and the host, we visited his collection of gems, jewelry and some wonderful ornaments from another country and continent, and patiently listened to his stories and showed off his wealth.

Finally, I have time to ask: Have you heard about the baby theft case?

This will bring in a storm of sorrowful pity, the prayer of a devout man to the father of all things, the bustling daughter, the wrath of an upright gentleman.

On top of that, he and Xander might get a small basket of hot pies or cakes.

Then you will be escorted home by a special carriage.

“So, we’re going to do something less ‘old’?”

Roland found Xander very 'excited'.

"Big Sin." Shandel clutched the long skirt on her legs, and a tide appeared in her lake blue eyes: "According to Captain Fernandez, we should have acted like the traitor Big Sin long ago - the original style of the executive officer."

Big Sin...

Keshihai.

"I hope Mr. Fernandez won't be in a mess because of this."

"Of course not." Shandel smiled and replied: "The executive officer has always been like this, we are just returning to the original 'us'."

No.

What I mean is...

It's not the original us who will make Fernandez in a mess.

It's you.

Miss Shandel.

Roland complained in his heart.

He wanted to tell Shandel Kratov not to let anyone kneel down and lick the tip of her boots in the territory of the Gold Tooth Gang - but just before he opened his mouth, the flames spreading in his sight brought back a staggering shadow.

A short curly-haired girl came out from the messy collapsed clotheslines and waste wood boards on the street.

"Stop."

Roland jumped down without waiting for the carriage to stop. He crossed the street quickly with his cane and went to meet her.

"Cat whiskers!" he shouted.

Lillian Rose Vansittart.

The girl who dug graves together yesterday, today was like a traveler who had been lost in the desert for days.

There was blood at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were red, and she was barefoot, stumbling.

She bumped into Roland's arms.

"... Roland?"

She looked like she had rolled in the mud, and her bright yellow skirt was rusty.

"You said yesterday that you could climb trees."

In response to Roland's joke, Rose just grinned dryly. She pressed her palm on Roland's chest and pushed him away.

"... I have something to do, pretty face."

"You are not well," Roland asked softly, "What happened?"

"... I have something to do, pretty face."

The green-eyed girl turned her face away, wanting to say something, but only moved her lips.

She shook off Roland's hand and ran away without looking back.

In the carriage, Cinder Kratov kept looking in the direction where Rose left.

His face was expressionless.