The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 276 Ch.275 Because it flew away

The interrogation room is narrow.

Roland didn't know if this was to add a sense of oppression, or if the ritualists were too lazy to mess with the adobe anymore.

The room was about the same size as his bedroom.

It's roughly the size of a small cupboard, a chair, and a single bed.

When he saw the person questioning him clearly, his steps paused slightly.

——Three men and one woman sat at a simple wooden table.

Three men.

and, Enid Judith.

Today, the Lord Judge wears a brown fox fur scarf, and wears a pair of sheepskin high boots of the same color under a layered skirt like a rolled fish fillet.

She sat gracefully on the far left, her eyes slowly moving with Roland.

Until he sat down opposite her.

A wooden pier.

There's not even a chair back.

He was sent in by Cliff Heyman. Before closing the door, the other party patted him on the shoulder and told him in a "quiet voice" not to lie.

The rich sound made the deaf people in the room feel noisy.

The interrogators looked sideways and told him with their eyes: stand outside the door, and then close the door.

It can be seen that if you are the fifth ring but a brainless fifth ring, you will not get much respect.

"You can call me Leonard, Mr. Collins. This interrogation is a multi-religious interrogation. You don't need to worry about anything going wrong."

The man with thin hair among the three couldn't help but smile when he saw Roland sitting obediently, with his hands on his knees and his back straight.

"Relax, Mr. Collins."

Leonard gave a rough introduction to their identities. The three people were from the Maelstrom, Holy Cross, and the Church of Justice.

There is also the Inquisition which plays a ‘accompanying’ role.

Leonard, a priest from Holy Cross, a London church, led the inquiry.

"Let's talk about something lighter first."

The older man touched his head, picked up a pen, and opened the record book - the top of his skull might start to reflect light soon.

"Roland Collins, right?"

Roland nodded: "Yes, sir."

"very good."

He said.

"What about your age?"

"Sixteen, or seventeen, or eighteen...I don't know."

It was unlike the first interrogation Roland had received in his life.

They were not dissatisfied with the ambiguous age, but nodded in unison.

All three are recording.

Enid turned over her nails intently.

"I heard that you came to Bristol for a mission." Leonard looked at Roland and said in a gentle voice, "So, what mission is it?"

"Angels, sir. We have received reports that there have been sightings of angels in the skies above Bristol for five consecutive nights."

Leonard said "Oh", lowered his head and wrote something in a rustle.

Ask while writing:

"Senior pastor...the person who received you is David Cromwell?"

"Yes."

"very good."

“Did David Cromwell discover angels?”

"Five citizens, sir."

"Very good. Citizens, have you seen those citizens?"

"I've seen it."

The interrogation continued.

This Leonard is obviously a man of means.

He is gentle but cautious in his words.

When looking at people with his eyes as calm as the lake in the afternoon, Roland always felt that there was an invisible force falling heavily on his skin.

From time to time he stopped writing, stopped asking questions, and communicated in low voices with the people on the left and right; he asked Roland strange questions that had nothing to do with the case - such as what did you eat yesterday and what did you eat today.

Even, who you just talked to, who you were in the room before, who you sat on the chair with.

He is very skilled, but he is not harsh, cold, or polite like the guys in the Supervisory Bureau.

He treated Roland with respect and asked no embarrassing questions—just questions that seemed to relate to time and trajectory: when did Fernandez’s team arrive in Bristol, what they did, and who they came into contact with.

These insignificant questions made Roland relax a lot.

But the leaders of the Maelstrom and the Just Church are not happy to continue this friendly conversation.

"There are alien species in the city, Roland Collins, do you understand?"

The person in charge of the Justice Church interrupted.

"Of course, I saw them." Roland didn't need to lie on this issue: "They are very similar to us."

The person in charge looked at him with those triangular eyes for a long time: "...you said that you and your partner rescued your captain? Can you tell us in detail what happened at that time?"

This is the most important thing.

——Fernandez was unconscious. He didn't know what happened after he was injured by the angel.

In other words, once he wakes up and is questioned, he will definitely tell everything that happened before he fell into coma.

If Roland and Xander had a tacit understanding, they would never lie about this.

"Of course, sir."

Roland started from the Great Whirlpool, saying that they visited a pagan cult, felt the "field", discovered David Cromwell's problem through the "Holy Essence", rushed to the church, killed the alienated believers, and entered the cave——

After that, it was about fighting angels, getting injured, and escaping.

Boom boom.

The person in charge knocked the table with the end of his pen and interrupted: "Escape? Mr. Collins, tell me, how did you escape from the pursuit of an alien species - two first-ring ritualists, with a seriously injured and unconscious person."

Another trouble.

"That angel killed David Cromwell." Roland said.

The person in charge asked: "What happened next?"

Roland: "... Then it flew away."

The interrogation room was silent.

The three persons in charge whispered to each other, writing something in the record book from time to time.

It was still the person in charge of the Church of Justice.

He seemed very dissatisfied with Roland's words "flew away": he didn't believe that an alien species would let go of two first-ring ritualists - or rather, his intuition told him that there was something wrong with the young man being tried in front of him.

They were the closest people among all the surviving ritualists to David Cromwell and the alien angel.

"Flew away..."

He paused the tip of his pen, and stared at Roland with his triangular eyes drooping to both sides. Half of his face was sunken in the shadow of the room, which made him look a bit like the long-tailed little animal in the hole in the corner of Roland's ward.

"Flew away. Very good, Mr. Collins."

"Can you explain to us: why would an evil creature that killed David Cromwell and even turned thousands of citizens into monsters turn a blind eye to creatures that it could easily kill?"

"Tell us, what is the reason, Mr. Collins."

He pressed forward, and the other two leaders beside him also stared at Roland.

Then...

Then Enid spoke.

"I may be able to answer this question, Mr. James. Because it has wings."

The head of the Church of Justice named James was stunned for a moment.

He turned his head, poked his head, and looked at the woman farthest away.

"Madam?"

"I said, it has wings." Enid was a little impatient: "Your question is, 'Why did it fly away', isn't it?"

"Because it has wings."

Reynard: ...

Roland: ...

James was certainly not satisfied with this answer, but he couldn't directly contradict an eight-ring, a veritable judge.

"...No, ma'am, the question I asked this gentleman is - why did it turn a blind eye to the two one-ring ritualists. In any case, it did let Roland Collins and Cinder Kratov go, didn't it? It didn't kill them."

Why didn't it kill the two one-rings?

Enid was surprised: "Because it flew away, Mr. James. It didn't kill them because it flew away."

James: "But why did it fly away?"

Enid: "Because it has wings."

Reynard: ...

Roland: ...

The person in charge of the Great Whirlpool: ...

You are right, judge.