The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 403 Ch.402 Kingsley

Roland was holding the piano case, as serious as his dead mother.

His vision was filled with countless 'hahaha's'.

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If he hadn't begged me.

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

Roland could imagine how awkward the atmosphere would be then.

To reach Fork County, they had to take a train, ride for a while, then change to a carriage and walk for a while.

Spend a day and a half.

Since Roland bought the most expensive ticket, the three of them didn't feel too uncomfortable on the road.

The train stopped and stopped, and when old Collins snored, Roland played the piano for Rose.

Half the day passed uneventfully.

Until a certain stop - Roland couldn't remember which stop - there was a knock on the car door.

Due to the high ticket price for their box, the knock on the door had to go through two doors - which caused him to stand outside the door for about three or four minutes, and it was not until Roland finished playing a song that he heard the thump-dong-dong sound.

"Your musical attainments are extraordinary, but your ears are a bit weak."

This guy is not very friendly.

His first impression on Roland.

"Not only am I missing my ears, but my eyes are also missing." Roland smiled and pointed at his eye sockets - this made the thin man wearing a hat stunned for a moment.

Soon, he took a half step back, took off his hat, and put it on his chest.

"I'm so sorry, sir."

He was not afraid of Roland's blindness, but apologized for his previous rudeness.

"I really can't control this mouth that should have been sewn long ago. Please forgive me for my clumsiness."

He is tall and tall, with a slender diamond face, but he is definitely not hungry.

Aquiline nose and well-developed chin.

This face is somewhat serious and rigid, and it is the youth that makes it so cold and stern, and it becomes slightly charming. If it were old, it would be annoying.

His eyes are a common blue, but much darker than the common sky blue, close to the blue of Beatrice and Taylor.

——Apart from these characteristics, the most impressive thing is probably the words in his mouth.

Somewhat similar to Edward Snow.

"No need to apologize, sir," Roland tilted his head and shoulders, and waited for Rose to arrive before continuing to ask, "What happened?"

This man was obviously not the waiter in the car.

"Someone's lost money, sir."

He knocked the handle of the stick in his hand, glanced at Rose, and put on his bowler hat again.

"Someone lost money in the carriage I was riding in. I'm letting you know. I hope you can close the door tightly and wait until the police arrive at the next station to be safe. By the way, you can also check to see if anything has been lost."

"Thank you very much," Roland replied: "I am Collins, this is my uncle and my friend, Vansitat, may I ask you..."

"I'm Kingsley."

The man who was young but pretended to be mature nodded to them. At the same time, he also nodded to the old Collins who was awakened.

"I'm Kingsley, a detective."

he said.

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Rose loved to watch, and so did old Collins.

So the three passengers in the first-class car crawled in and out, running to the next-class car to have a look - there were three suspects, two men and one woman. They were not 'controlled' by anyone at all, they were sitting on the chairs as if nothing had happened. Mutter a few words from time to time.

Many people gathered around, some leaning on the backrests to watch.

When Roland and the other three stepped in, the whole carriage buzzed.

Very noisy.

"Next stop, the police will be here."

Mr. Detective had helped before, perhaps, so the anxious conductor was kind to him.

This was the first time Rose saw a detective investigating a case up close, and she was extremely curious.

"Who is the prisoner?"

she asked.

"Who lost the money?"

she asked again.

"My money! Someone stole my money!" Sitting next to the three 'prisoners', a sobbing woman was spreading her pain in all directions: "That's my savings!"

Rose looked at her, then turned to look at the three 'criminals'.

Thoughtful.

When it comes to theft, no one has more say than her.

"I see there's no point in keeping these two gentlemen, so why not let them go?" She subconsciously hugged Roland and put her arm through his - it was all the fault of the etiquette teacher.

Old Collins glanced at the entangled man and woman and said nothing.

"Who was let go?"

Detective Kingsley's two slender and sharp eyebrows moved up to the bridge of his nose, making the entire face more sharply angular.

He was very tall, so when looking at Rose, he looked down from above.

Like a diamond with legs.

"Who are you letting go? Miss?"

He spoke slowly and leisurely, but anyone could understand the sarcasm in his tone.

"Determine the case based on intuition. Are you a nun?"

Rose didn't take it seriously and curled her lips: "Then you should be a priest, Mr. Kingsley."

There was a muffled laugh in the crowd.

oh.

It turns out that it’s so fun to imitate Xander’s words.

Rose followed the teacher's instructions and cultivated a standard smile - eyes narrowed, corners of the mouth pulled back, and occasionally tucking her chin inward when speaking.

She practiced in front of the mirror many times.

"Because we are also intuitive - do you think men's intuition is better than that of women? I think we are just betting on luck."

Kingsley rubbed his brows: "Miss, this is very serious. There is a thief in the second-class carriage - this lady lost thirty-seven pounds, maybe someone's entire year's salary."

"This train that has not completed its journey cannot wait for the police to search everyone's pockets one by one."

"That's not respectable."

Kingsley tried to explain to Rose in the simplest words, the time, the train, the inability to check and other difficulties.

Rose responded.

Two men and a lady.

Three people sat on the seats, that's all.

Neither the conductor nor Kingsley had the right to touch them - frankly, the police had no right either.

The second-class carriage was just one level lower than the highest class, and not everyone could buy it.

"Please, I'm a lawyer and I'll be getting off the train soon. I don't care about the thirty pounds at all!" One of the men spoke to Kingsley and the spectators around him, "I'm a lawyer, married, and have two beautiful children. How much is my annual salary? I don't care about this little money at all!"

"I just came back from a business trip! The children are waiting for me!"

He opened his suitcase and showed people the bank notes, coins and wallets he carried.

There were far more than thirty-seven pounds in it.

He really couldn't stand the crying, and the man next to him couldn't stand it either.

The second "prisoner" was an old gentleman who ran a pub.

Like the lawyer, he opened his luggage and showed his innocence:

"I can show you, ladies and gentlemen, that's all I have. I can show you - but I won't let the police touch me. Who are they? Please, don't let me take another bath. I'll get sick."

Someone laughed.

The amount of money he carried was more than thirty-seven pounds.

There was one lady left.

She couldn't show her luggage, but said sincerely: "I will get off at the fifth station to find my father and brother. If there are women among the police, I am willing to show her my luggage, even my sleeves and gloves."

And, she said that like the first two men, she had more than thirty-seven pounds.

Very good.

It sounds like this case is not difficult to solve.

Kingsley became more silent.

Soon.

The train stopped at the station.

Someone got off the train to report.

The station police came.