The Secret Code of Monsters
Chapter 353 Ch352 Evans's Lover
Chapter 353 Ch.352 Evans's Lover
Since the only people who survived the scene were Taylor, Collins, and Taylor's friends.
It's easy to guess what the testimony would look like.
The three gentlemen and their families-the lady was still restrained, but the three gentlemen were about to drown the detectives who heard the news with spit.
'Yes, I am insulting you! Either you kill me in public now, or you and your mother, wife, and daughter will be ***ed and ***ed one day! '
Fill in the blanks.
Two people became famous in this incident: Derek Evans, and the hero Mr. Barent who was defeated but shameful.
As for Roland, his name was cleverly replaced by "executive" throughout the incident.
"I thought you would be dissatisfied."
The loose brown hair was spread on the shadows by the soft light.
The woman who breathed in the light and darkness sat on the sofa, tilted her head, and painted her nails again and again with a brush with a fine iron needle.
The kettle on the stove hummed.
The room was warm and the people were relaxed.
"Young people all want to be famous. Women want outstanding beauty and fascinating charm - if they have ripe and plump fruits and thin waists, they would like to use the feather fan to blow their scent into every man's brain."
If there were executive officers present at this time, they would be surprised by the gentleness of the lady on the throne, and the teasing and ridicule in her tone.
"Men should have a straight spine, layers of sweat hair, merits and battles, and eyes that are ripe or unripe and drunk."
The brush swept over.
A layer of red dye was left on the nails.
"Young people all want to be famous..." She paused for a moment: "Maybe, the young ones are also."
The words went around and bit their tails.
Enid paid a little attention and moved her eyes from the nails to the opposite side: the young man who was slowly trimming the cigar.
The pair of calm and broken eyes were controlling the silver scissors to cut the cigar cap.
The closer you are, the more you can see the focus in his eyes.
Cigars are envied.
"I don't care, Enid." Roland tried to hold the head in his mouth, blew a breath, and took it off his mouth again, raising his head: "The more outstanding, the more dangerous."
Enid raised his eyebrows: "The precious knowledge taught you by the poorhouse?"
Roland hummed, put the cigar close to the stove under the teapot, put it in through the hole, and let the flames roast the tobacco.
He no longer looked at the cigar, but at the flame.
Flames are envied.
"You saved my life, you will never hurt me." Roland rotated the layers of rubbed tobacco.
"That's possible." Enid lowered her head again and continued to fiddle with her nails, "Maybe, I don't want to teach you to be famous, I don't want other women to see you."
"Speaking of which, I seem to have a nickname." After cooking enough, Roland held the cigar in his mouth, pinched it and took a sip: "...Golden Rose."
The brush shook and splashed a few drops of red beads on the table.
Enid held up her five fingers and looked the man up and down. Her eyebrows drooped and she couldn't help laughing: "They gave you a woman's name, dear."
Roland said seriously: "I suspect those people are related to the cultists..."
"Don't be like that." Enid's shoulders shook with laughter: "You have to allow others to love you and appreciate you. You were born with such a face, and your skin, blood, bones and flesh are the gift of the father of all things."
"Someone just said that women should not look at me." Roland curled his lips.
"Humor, this is humor. I am not Cinder Kratov." When mentioning this name, Enid clearly found that a trace of unnatural color appeared in her lover's eyes.
Although, she didn't think that the malicious woman could suck any real love from Roland, nor did she think that anyone had tasted the white and burning blood of her lover before herself.
But Kratov...
Child.
To share the treasure, you must first prove that you are qualified...
Rotten and smelly monster.
"Xindel Kratov is busy with her ring-raising ceremony recently. Did you know?" The woman casually began to draw her little finger, lowered her head, and the cloth shoes under her nightgown swayed gently, like a singing tail. "You should know, right?"
"Don't you often visit Fernandez together recently?"
Roland took a big puff of smoke and blew back Enid's words: "The captain has recovered well."
Enid paused.
This topic change is too abrupt, my Roland.
The malicious judge was unwilling to let him off easily. His nasal voice sounded like the hum of an animal playing in the wild: "I know he recovered well. This is thanks to his two good subordinates... right?"
"Xindel Kratov has helped you a lot. Have you given her back?"
"I don't think you asked?"
"Her ring-raising ceremony is not simple."
Roland sighed: "Enid."
"Of course you asked, right? You care about her very much..." The woman stretched out her arms and repeatedly looked at the five slender red leaves that were completed by the firelight. Then, she raised her eyes: "She sticks to you like a slug, which makes people sick..."
"You can't stand her anymore."
"In fact, she can't stand it every time."
Enid turned her wrist and turned her hand back to Roland.
"Does it look good?"
"As beautiful as your hand."
This made Enid very happy to hear, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but rise: "...You are really good at coaxing people."
"There's nothing I can do, Enid. I've already abandoned Cinder Kratov, and you're the only lover left." The coaxing young man pretended to be sad and sighed: "I, my 'Golden Rose' now has only one lover - isn't that pitiful enough?"
"I still have a woman's name, so pitiful."
The smile in Enid's eyes was about to overflow, and she leaned back and denied it flatly: "I didn't stop you from finding a lover, Roland. At your age, you should learn something from your instinct."
Roland blurted out: "But it's not instinct that teaches..."
Before he finished speaking.
He stopped abruptly.
The two rookies who both claimed to be 'experienced' turned their faces in opposite directions at the same time, and their white skin turned slightly red under the jumping firelight.
"If that Awl Taylor was here, he would definitely say-"
"'Benefactor! I bought an adult ticket, why should I watch two children fighting each other?'"
Roland:...
-
I know a lot.
"You and this big bat are as bored as toddlers."
"Ahem..." Enid turned her head back with a cough. The disease sounded serious. "Taylor and his friends have recently bitten the Inspectorate. Not only do they have to pay a large sum of money, but the more troublesome thing is that those who died..."
The dead are not like Randolph or Hughes, who can be dismissed with money or things.
They all have their own demands.
Enid thought that the Inspectorate was unlucky enough.
Because of a soft-handed peacock, who was not even an apprentice of a formal detective, they fell into a huge fall - the family of the deceased could not tell whether the apprentice was completely qualified to be a "detective" - a detective recognized by the Inspectorate.
Since Derek Evans was under the banner of the Inspectorate and so many people testified, the Inspectorate had to bear the consequences.
The consequences of stupid behavior.
Enid suddenly remembered something: "The family behind Evans is not very powerful, but he has a good lover."
"Lover?"
"Yes, it has something to do with you."
Enid nodded: "Madeline Terry. The daughter of Thomas Terry, the arbitrator of the Golden Libra. She likes handsome and eloquent men - such men are charming enough, right?"
"She won't rush into the pharmacy and chop off my and my uncle's heads." Roland asked while turning his cigar: "I'm already scared."
Enid glared at him, "Unless she is an orangutan."
"I think she is worse than an orangutan." Roland shrugged: "Now it seems that hiding my name is a good decision."
Enid raised her chin slightly as if to take credit, and her feet tapped like pedals, waiting for the strings to touch each other more closely, making the sound softer and gentler...
Her silent "welcome" invited someone.
Come quickly.
Her silence was speaking.
Roland slowly put down the half-smoked cigar and tugged at his collar.
Then, he leisurely looked at the increasingly impatient black and white piano keys, like a hunter looking at another hunter.
Or a pianist looking at his piano.
These days, he and she have learned very quickly, and each is the other's teacher.
In silence, the sound of breathing blows away the characters.
The shadows on the wall slowly lengthen.
Rustling...
When the red porcelain oil paint pot was overturned, before it expanded in a kiss——
The flames in the sight were blocked with curses.
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