The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 646 Ch Carlo

Paola Kahlo was completely confused.

Roland too.

Neither the executive nor the cultists expected that in this peaceful night like countless yesterdays, they would meet each other who were destined to be stunned:

This shock was like that of Bai Xue, who finally broke through the siege and moved forward bravely with passion, and found the feces in front of him in horror.

Neither thought the other should be here.

Of course, the cultist lady never gets another chance to use her magical powers.

After being captured, the Inquisition was her last stop.

When cleaning up the scene, Dan Barge rudely rejected Roland's invitation - he was supposed to escort the prisoners to the trial court with them, with some invisible honors on his shoulders:

But he himself firmly stated that he did not want Rowland or the Inquisition to pass the news of his involvement back to Scotland Yard and the Inspectorate.

‘No one likes a boss like this. If you can help it, please don't do it, Mr. Collins. ’

Roland somewhat understood the old detective's concerns and promised that from now on, he would have an executive friend——

‘So, if I go to Flower Street, I don’t have to pay? ’

He scratched his butt, and then suddenly realized: 'We never paid in the first place. ’

There will be repeated questioning about Paul Kalla and other parricide men.

If nothing goes wrong, their destination will be the gallows. As for Ms. Paul, she doesn't need to worry. As the leader of a cult and a ritual practitioner who is new to mystery, her future is the holy flame that can purify the soul.

No matter how filthy, vile, or despicable a person is.

As long as they undergo the baptism and purification of the holy flame, Roland can guarantee that they will never do bad things again.

besides.

When they met, Roland also hugged Kingsley:

The reason for mentioning this episode is that when the three people hurried back to the scene, they discovered that the usually stern detective was sitting in the center of the room, surrounded by a circle of women whose hands and feet were bound.

Their wails one after another gave this dilapidated old house a strange color -

He was listening to their cries of injustice.

Like a judge with unique tastes.

"...Do I have to kill my husband?! She gave me three pounds! She tempted me with money! Sir! That's three pounds! Do you know how long it takes people like us to save three pounds? Pound?"

The broad-shouldered woman wiggled her buttocks and cried to the man on the high seat.

"...Please let me go! Even...even...even if I pay something..."

Maybe she was used to this trick when she was young, and it works well in most situations - she just forgot her age.

When her skin begins to lose its luster and the scent from her sweat glands no longer makes her blood boil, this trick feels like death and stupidity: she doesn't even know it, but it's someone else who suffers.

Next to Kingsley were two guns and a dagger.

Halida stood not far behind him, holding the bloody knife.

While waiting for Rose and Dan Barge, the detective actually had time to relight the kerosene lamp in the room, produced a small notebook from nowhere, and took a pen to record the words of these women——

Most of these women who killed their relatives, friends, and brothers with their own hands received three pounds from Carlo.

Three pounds.

This accounted for the largest proportion of the dozen or so murders.

For the ignorant, this is indeed a shortcut.

Roland walked into the room with a smile, opened his arms, and hugged Kingsley - the latter resisted and said that their relationship was not good enough to warrant a hug.

"We've been through life and death together, Kingsley."

"I'd take a bullet for you if I had to. Next time, just shake your hand."

For a detective, this awkward way of expressing intimacy may be something like this.

He waited for Roland to pat him on the back before reluctantly saying, "Nice to meet you, Collins."

"I'm also excited to meet my future detective in London."

The old sheriff was whistling from behind and said, ‘It seems that praying in His name is still effective.

Got kicked in the ankle by Rose.

"So, can anyone tell me what happened?"

Roland asked as he walked among the trapped women and came to the piled corpses in the corner:

In addition to the cultists killed by Rose, the Sheriff, Kingsley and Hallida during the battle, there was also a 'bloodless' corpse - that was the woman who had made a deal with Kingsley before.

Her children are now at Dan Barge's home, being cared for by his wife.

"A madman who killed his husband for money, left the few feelings he had for his children." Ever since Roland got off the carriage, Rose had been hanging around him and never talked to Kingsley again. Talk to Halida.

"When did you become interested in cultists?"

"My friend was harassed by them."

"You're not talking about Taylor, are you?"

"Ms. Burns, my new friend, she-" Rose paused and coughed a few times uncharacteristically. It seemed that she was infected with the cold from this second: "I've been too tired recently. , Roland.”

Under the strange gazes of the police chief and detective, the 'weak' girl rubbed her arms a few times indifferently, and her voice became like some kind of sticky sweet sauce that is very good at beating the mouth: "I did it for your Halida I just went to make friends with this lady with a bad reputation.”

"Although she is not consistent with the rumors, I have been exhausted these days - ordering the servants of the Shelley family, following Kingsley and this old man around..."

"Did you know?"

"I wanted Cinder to help, after all, Halida is your servant..."

The curly-haired girl looked angry, as if she was really defending Roland: "She actually said 'I don't care' - listen, Roland, she is like this. When you are not around, she talks like this!"

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"Cough cough cough..."

As she spoke, she started coughing again.

She was sick.

She was tired.

Kingsley: ...

Dan Budge ...

Halida: ...

Miss Rose.

In fact, Mr. Collins couldn't have failed to see you chase after him and kick the unconscious Carlo in the eye with the toe of your boot.

"Are you sick?" Roland was a little nervous, "Is it a cold?"

The pale-faced girl nodded softly: "Well, maybe, maybe..."

Roland silently walked around and retreated behind Halida.

"Then don't infect me."

Rose: ...

"You stinking blind man! You-"

Dan Budge: "I now believe that she is not your lover."

Kingsley: "I won't look for such an impolite, overly 'lively' woman without any wisdom in her mind."

Looking at the two entangled figures, the old sheriff grinned and laughed a few times.

"You don't understand yet, kid."

He reached out and patted Kingsley on the shoulder.

After the case was over, he had a better impression of this young man.

- At least he is not that stupid, and he will never pretend to know like some idiots.

"This is love."

Kingsley silently glanced at the woman who tried to climb onto Roland and ride on his neck, as well as Halida who was anxiously trying to stop him, and shrugged easily: "I don't need women, Sheriff."

"Every truth requires enough patience, wisdom and vision."

"I don't have extra energy to spend on them."

Dan Budge laughed even more meanly: "Oh, yes, that's right, detective boy. I guess you have lived a rich life since you were born, right?"

Kingsley wondered: "What does this have to do with the topic we are talking about?"

"Of course," the old sheriff lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and made an inexplicable "stabbing" gesture: "You are different from the poor. You don't have to pick up the iron hook and turn the firewood back and forth in the fireplace yourself-otherwise you should have felt how addictive this fun thing is."

Kingsley shook his stiff face.

"I think I will never, sir."