The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 405 Ch.404 Case closed

The lawyer didn't steal, he eventually showed Kingsley a silk scarf.

The name is embroidered on the tail corner.

No well-educated lady would leave her name on such a silk scarf embroidered with "fighting" between people.

So, what he said is probably true.

The lawyer pushed aside the crowd, clutched the silk scarf amidst the roar of laughter, picked up the box, and cursed, went to the next-class carriage.

Gloomy.

Before leaving, he glared at Kingsley fiercely.

So, the problem took a detour and came back again.

Of the two remaining, who is the thief?

At this time, Kingsley 'adopted' Rose's words - he moved his eyes to the lady who had defected to his father and brother:

Maybe he had discovered some suspicions, but to be honest, there was nothing he could do to a lady in public.

I don’t know if she had expected that all the platform police officers would be men.

So, no one can touch her.

"Do you have any ideas?"

He actually asked Rose for advice in public, which surprised the green eyes:

During the investigation of the case, the arrogance shown by this man made people want to punch him hard.

"Of course I didn't, I'm not a policeman." Rose lowered her chin: "But I can guarantee that she must be a thief."

So, Kingsley asked Roland again and asked the other spectators present.

"Are you sure she is a thief?" Roland asked softly.

"Of course." Rose dared to use her head to assure her.

He thought for a moment and whispered something to Kingsley.

soon.

With the help of the crowd of onlookers, the platform was divided into two 'circles' - people surrounded the old man who placed the order and the lady who ran towards her father and brother, and the distance was not close.

As long as the sound is low enough, two people can't hear what the other person is talking about in the 'circle'.

Kingsley helped Roland with the command, and after communicating with the station police, he persuaded the onlookers through them - all thanks to the extremely strong "it's worth dying to have fun" mentality of the men and women in this land. .

So wonderful.

Who wants to miss it.

"Roland is much smarter than me."

While Kingsley was busy communicating with the police and everyone, Rose was wandering around and suddenly said this.

She could tell that Kingsley didn't trust Roland, just as he didn't trust her.

Rose guessed correctly.

"We don't have much time. If this gentleman is lucky enough..."

Kingsley stared at the two 'circles' with an expressionless expression.

That's right.

luck.

He really didn't believe that women could be intelligent enough and have logic and thoughts comparable to men.

same.

He didn’t believe that she was more beautiful than the girl. He even dared to say that there were countless handsome men in the country, with a soft pole and a delicate ‘Mr.’…

What real abilities can there be?

This kind of person usually laments on the stage in the theater, causing the ladies to sob, relying on the smelling salts to be reborn.

This kind of person is usually in a high-end carriage or at his father's banquet, running around under the skirts of women, causing laughter, and then flattering the host of the banquet.

Like women, they have no intelligence, but their accents are one of the best and absolutely lovable.

Kingsley didn't believe these two men could be of any help.

Especially this one: Roland Collins.

He admitted that he was biased, but who didn't have this bias?

It is as fragile as a willow branch. If you really hear the sound of gunfire, you may be so scared that you will wet your pants.

"alright."

A policeman shouted.

Kingsley led Roland through the crowd and reached the first circle.

Roland turned his face sideways and chatted gently with the tavern owner.

In the end, only one question was asked.

"Look, we're being dragged here too, and the train is about to leave. How about this."

he said.

"You, and the lady who lost something, each take a step back - a total of thirty-seven pounds. Take out eighteen pounds and return it to the lady. This will give you peace of mind and tell her to stop making noise, okay?"

Of course not.

The tavern owner almost laughed in anger.

"That's my money! Crazy! Why do you want to comfort her, silence her, and use my money? You have no morals at all!"

The surrounding spectators also began to express their opinions and accused Roland one after another.

"I'm done asking."

Roland raised his hand: "Well, everyone, let's go ask the remaining ladies."

The lady who was going to find her brother's father.

Everyone dispersed and followed Roland and Kingsley towards the final circle.

And when Roland passed through the crowd, chatted for a few words in front of the lady, and asked the same question——

Everyone's expressions became strange.

Same problem.

But the woman's answer was completely different.

She said:

"Oh, okay. For the sake of us both being women, for the sake of her pity - thirty-seven pounds, I am willing to give her eighteen pounds of my own to settle this case and save her money. If you cry and make noise again, my head will hurt, sir."

"I'm willing to pay a small price."

She thought she would be praised for being well-educated, moral, and even noble--

But no.

Everyone stared at her with unkind expressions.

"So you are willing to give your own savings to a lady who has lost her money."

"Of course, there is something wrong." The woman felt that the situation was not good and wanted to quibble, "I have always been kind."

"Of course." Roland said, "Before you become a thief, you should be a kind person. This is indeed possible."

He didn't wait for the woman to fall out, so he took a half step back, leaving the scene to Kingsley.

Mr. Detective shook his lips and raised his voice to the surrounding people:

"I think you all understand. I, or you, or you - we are all deceived by this woman."

His voice was loud and much younger than his face.

"The old gentleman who ordered the order was not happy to do this, precisely because the money was his hard-earned money - but this lady, maybe something went wrong on the road, and she desperately needed every penny she could get her hands on, she was so generous to a stranger. People gave away eighteen pounds."

"Only one thing can be proven."

In the crowd, someone answered.

"That money is not hers!"

"Because she's in a hurry to leave!"

"I'm afraid she's happy that she made eighteen pounds for nothing!"

The crowd was noisy.

Kingsley nodded slowly, then looked at the earth-colored woman: "It seems that you can't get on the train."

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When the three returned to the carriage to applause, Old Collins praised him and Rose.

This is exciting enough and satisfying enough.

Although he didn't know how the green-eyed girl could tell that the woman was the thief and was sure that she had stolen the money - she and Roland were both smart enough, especially...

"Look at the expression on that donkey's face."

Old Collins was beaming: "He was about to vomit on the spot. I think that bullshit detective is not as smart as Alice - at least I told her the difference between men and women once, and she understood immediately..."

Roland:......

"uncle."

"What are you doing?"

"How old is Alice?"

"She has to grow up sooner or later. I don't want her to be tricked by a bad boy one day into kneeling on the ground and humming while eating something that shouldn't be in her mouth - you... Oh, Vansitat, I forgot you were still in the car. superior."

What could Rose say.

You old guy was very fashionable when you were young?

The biggest role of the etiquette teacher for her was not to make her proficient in decent etiquette - but to tell her again and again that when you want to say something, you should be silent for three seconds.

Three seconds later, if you insist on saying...

Then stay silent for three more seconds.

The time to answer has passed.

"Uncle." Roland rubbed his head: "If I see Yam..."

"Stop talking nonsense, can I treat Yam the same as I treat you?"

Old Collins looked disgusted: "I think you should consider renting a larger house by then."

Roland was surprised: "You never let me waste money."

"This is not a waste of money. How can it be a waste of money to rent a house? Do you want Ms. James Jones to live in a shabby drug store and be woken up before dawn?"

Roland's face was serious: "I think she can bear it."

"Fart, hand over the money when the time comes."

"If you don't pay, I will give you a poor life, Yam."

"I said in the letter that I have a lot of savings. When she comes, we will..." After hesitating for a long time, Old Collins told the truth, "My savings will be used to hire servants, buy her a carriage... and so on. ...Well...what do you think..."

He clasped his hands and looked out of the glass.

He just didn't look at Roland.

"So, you used my money to brag?"

The old man coughed a few times and said righteously: "Emotional matters are not bragging. Aren't we a family? You have made money, and your surname is Collins after all..."

Roland hesitated for a while: "I can have another name, sir."

With a dark face, Old Collins pulled out the pillow from his lower back and hit him.

Rose burst into laughter.

This is…

Family?