The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 404 Ch.403 The weird and arrogant detective

Many good people got out of the car.

The four platform police officers had nothing to say. They just asked the three suspects to come down and ask questions in the shed.

At the same time, the lady who lost the money was also asked to go down and asked for a detailed description - including when she discovered that she had lost the money, whether it was a note or a coin, and what characteristics it had (such as being bent).

Little gain.

A pocket full of large coins.

All three were in possession of large sums of coin, exceeding thirty-seven pounds.

The platform police were inexperienced and asked questions, but to no avail. From time to time, they turned their attention to Kingsley and the face of the gentleman who claimed to be a detective. They had no choice, and said that if they had to investigate, they would have to investigate thoroughly. Three suspects stayed behind.

I'm afraid we won't get a clear result in the end.

"That's not possible, I still have a job."

The lawyer was first dissatisfied.

Secondly, the old man who opened the tavern also said that he took the train this time in order to order a batch of wine and could not be late.

Finally, the lady also said that she had agreed with her brother and father that if she did not arrive on time, they might be worried.

In short, during the fifteen-minute gap in this train, the four platform policemen were unable to do anything.

Kingsley looked carefully at the lawyer's coin pocket and asked:

"Why did you bring extra pockets?"

The lawyer gave a confused 'Huh' and didn't respond in time: "The coins should be in the bag, sir."

"You have enough bills, and you are a lawyer. Why do you have to spend a lot of money and bring a bag full of troublesome and jingling coins?" Kingsley narrowed his eyes, like a gliding falcon, and took aim. prey on the grass:

"The tavern owner needs to place an order. Those who are looking for my brother and father should bring their own personal wealth. And you, Mr. Lawyer."

He tapped his cane.

"You just go home."

It is impossible for the people that lawyers serve to pay with only coins - especially these large coins with considerable denominations that are gradually disappearing from the market.

They are almost out of circulation, and new currencies are about to be launched.

Probably gold and silver coins engraved with the Supreme Lady.

"So, can you explain where this 'just right' coin came from?"

Everyone looked at him with increasing suspicion.

The lawyer was annoyed: "You are not qualified to interrogate me! What a crappy speculation! Don't think that just because you dress well and claim to be a detective, you can inquire without restraint!"

He was upset and stated that Kingsley was trying to destroy his reputation.

"You are not a proper gentleman."

he said.

"How could you doubt me? An innocent lawyer?!"

"Innocence cannot be squeezed out from between the teeth." Kingsley was noncommittal and said with a calm expression, "Look, I tried to solve the problem, but I haven't said that you are a thief."

"I'm not!" the lawyer raised his voice.

"Of course, so, can I still ask?"

With so many people staring, the lawyer obviously couldn't say 'no'.

Rose tugged on Roland's arm. Since they were standing next to Kingsley, Kingsley heard her words clearly.

"...This thin-faced man doesn't have a very good brain."

"Rose?"

"Obviously the woman lied, she was the one who stole the thing."

Kingsley almost laughed out loud: "Miss, you should go back to the car, shake the fan, and discuss with your husband the style of the scarf made of fox fur, and maybe talk about music, painting - in short, it's time to leave." It’s more respectable for you to stay away from things that really require your brain and logic.”

These words are too sharp.

"You don't think so?"

"I guess you can't do this job."

Kingsley was like most people Rose met - except, of course, her Roland.

"Then I guess you haven't been to London, have you?" Rose blinked, not angry.

If this person had been to London, he would have known about the sensational parade and who was in the destroyed Elephant Gang.

Including the leader of the Elephant Gang.

Who is that blood-stained diamond?

"Of course, I have the idea to open a detective agency in London, but I have to clear up a case first."

Kingsley shook his sleeves, took out his pocket watch, pushed it away and looked at the time.

"You can think more about it. Your unclear brain might be able to fool a few people in the countryside." Rose yawned: "Look what you did, you made an innocent gentleman wronged, but the real criminal Impunity—can anyone who is alive and able to walk call themselves a detective? "

Kingsley stared at her for a long time, then suddenly turned to the man on her arm.

Roland.

"I see that you are decent. You should know that ladies shouldn't be exposed outside."

But Roland no longer maintained the warm smile he had when he first saw him: "I think you are also decent, and you should know better than to make irresponsible remarks to others. I advise you to open your eyes wide. Is that thing blocked by arrogance? Is it so strict that you can’t see what the real world looks like?”

Before Kingsley could speak, someone answered behind him.

Old Collins whispered softly: "You look just like the donkey my next door neighbor keeps—"

Roland:......

Rose:......

Kingsley:…

People around him showed expressions of disbelief.

They couldn't believe that a gentleman who could afford a top-class train ticket and who was well-groomed could speak dirty words.

"I just don't believe that some people actually have intelligence."

Kingsley glanced at Old Collins, but strangely didn't curse back.

He squatted down, holding the bag in his hand, while looking at the lawyer who looked unnatural.

Clatter. Clatter.

Large coins fell into the palm of my hand one by one.

"Too nervous, sir. Don't you think so?"

His fingers, which were like dead branches, were very clean. He picked up the coin and rubbed it a few times, then touched another one - over and over again, until someone started to get impatient.

"wax."

He suddenly spoke, but his face didn't look very good.

But this time the lawyer was completely shocked.

Anyone could see that he was making a move.

"Everyone." Kingsley held the edge of the coin, raised it high in a C-shaped gesture, and looked around: "There is wax on the coin. Can anyone tell me why?"

Obviously he didn't expect anyone else to answer, so he continued:

"Look here, do you see it?"

"It was used as a holder for candles."

"Which good person would use such a large coin as a candle holder? Tell me, everyone - under what circumstances and who would be eager to press this coin under the candle?"

"Every one."

It's no longer a hint.

"This means that this coin - or most of the coins in the pocket - should belong to a special profession...one who works at night."

People smile knowingly at each other.

Use coins as a holder.

Many times, many people do not have time to wait for the candlestick to pierce the candle, and they have to pierce it first.

Wax on Coins – This is a real joke that’s not a niche one.

Because many people have done this.

When you leave, the coins will not be taken away.

– This eliminates haggling and just says ‘light the candle’.

"Each one, sir, are you going to make up a little fetish for yourself, or are you telling the truth? I have to remind you, not only the coins, but I also smell something on you..."

After the lawyer's cover-up was broken by Kingsley, the four station policemen prepared to detain him.

That's when he finally confessed.

"I didn't steal that! Sir! I didn't steal that!"

He shouted to Kingsley: "That was a gift from a friend! It was the money she gave me! I swear, I swear I didn't steal anyone's money on the train!"

Kingsley narrowed his eyes.

"who?"

"Friend! Sir! My friend!"

"Friends who work at night?"

The lawyer opened his mouth and looked around at the pairs of good-looking eyes. This time, he was more amused.

"...Yes, he works at night." He begged the police and Kingsley not to detain him, otherwise, once the news spread to the counties not far away - his wife and children, including friends It’s time to know.

Looking for a lover?

As common as drinking water.

Find a prostitute as your lover?

You have to know that some high-end, rare women who have been committed to the nobility for several years have even married 'innocently'.

There is nothing shameful about this, and if the other person is beautiful, it can add to the beauty.

But, let a prostitute raise...

It's embarrassing for adults.

Mr. Lawyer.

You are in disgrace.

All the men and women around him looked at this man with strange eyes:

Just him?

Therefore, the so-called business trip is to go to a place to meet the prostitute lover, and then take away the living money that she has worked hard to earn and may have taken various risks.

At the same time, through Kingsley's explanation, everyone also knew to some extent that such large-denomination coins were gradually becoming extinct.

So.

Keeping his lover…

Maybe she is beautiful and attractive, and must have been favored by many gentlemen with generous spending and high status.

"What is so charming about you?"

Kingsley's words, coupled with his 'I don't understand' look, completely set off the powder keg.

Accompanied by laughter, the lawyer yelled and cursed without any scruples!