The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 648 Ch.647 The strange Allen couple

The next day, Roland sent someone to re-invite Dan Budge and Kingsley.

As well as Rose and Hallida.

He believes that some things still require the presence of these four parties.

"So, how many fish did you find that slipped through the net?"

Rose asked eagerly before she even got into the carriage - she wanted to have such a thrill again.

Especially after a quarrel with someone, the other party couldn't do anything to her...

It's much more interesting than having a verbal spat with Xander.

"Obviously not. The interrogations of other criminals have ended, and only Paola Kahlo is left - she has a strange object in her mouth, which makes it difficult to speak, and her impression of the 'leader' is particularly vague..."

Roland told them what happened last night.

The power that enables people to cross space does not come from the road, but from a tooth-like object embedded in the mouth of Paola Kahlo.

You know it if you think about it.

If it were the power of the road, Paola Kahlo would be the High Ring: then all four of us who were present last night would die.

"You are getting bolder and bolder now, Rose," Roland drilled her forehead with his index finger: "You shouldn't rush in recklessly. Once Mr. Budge and Kingsley are injured..."

Dan Barge sat opposite, looking at Roland's virtues, he couldn't help but hum and haha ​​in his throat.

——If you really punish people, you won’t do it in front of them.

To whom?

"Okay, sir, okay. I forgive your friend." The old police chief pretended not to see the behavior of the two people that was called 'punishment' but was actually 'flirting.' "Frankly speaking, I was very angry yesterday, but In the end, this matter really didn’t cause any trouble..."

Rose blinked: "Why did you call Roland 'Sir'?"

Because he's the fucking executive.

Dan Barge glared at Rose and looked away before she could glare back.

"In short, my friend is indeed a little impulsive in some aspects. I think it is also caused by her constant urge to punish evil and promote good - I apologize to you on her behalf, Mr. Batch."

The Sheriff laughed twice without embarrassment.

If you want him to believe that this crazy girl's 'recklessness' is really for justice, it is better to let him believe that the queen on the throne is actually a man pretending to be just to have a legitimate and happy marriage with his cousin in front of everyone -

At least it's reliable.

After all, this queen’s demands on the same sex have long been far greater than those of men, so much so that when chatting on some inappropriate occasions, drunken gentlemen would always discuss whether she had been abused by a maid when she was a child...

The old police chief clicked his tongue and said, "The weather is really nice and the fog has lightened up."

"Mr. Butch, I made an appointment with you and Kingsley today because of Allen." Roland got straight to the point.

Allen?

Kingsley was also stunned.

The woman who was beaten…

What's the problem?

"I don't suggest that you sympathize with a criminal who killed someone, Roland." Kingsley always felt that Roland's soul was somewhat similar to his appearance, and thought that his purpose today was to persuade the old sheriff to treat the other party's children well——

"Of course not."

Roland folded his hands and rested them casually on the silver handle of the cane.

"Just as a friend, I want to do a small favor for your ideals and career..."

As the only 'Riddler' in the carriage, Roland naturally received the blank stares from everyone in the carriage - but he did feel the Riddler's happiness.

The carriage soon arrived at the place where Rose had met Dan Barge.

That shabby house.

In front of the Allens' house.

However, Roland did not take them in. Instead, he went around to the back alley and knocked on the door of another house.

The woman who opened the door had a red apple face.

"Good day."

Roland bowed and let Dan Barge out.

The old police chief glanced at Roland, adjusted his police uniform, and cleared his throat - but before he could speak, the woman in the room screamed!

"I didn't break the law!"

Dan Barge: …

"Shut your mouth!" The police sergeant kicked the door viciously. He caught a glimpse of the two siblings squatting in the corner of the mud wall, and subconsciously lowered his voice: "I want to ask something. If you lie..."

"I promise not!"

The woman repeatedly promised: "My husband and I are both peaceful! Sir! I am busy taking care of the child all day long, and he is walking in the mud all day long. How can I have time to do such immoral things? Besides, We also—"

"Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me—shut your mouth! Bitch! Listen! Me! Talk!"

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The old police chief couldn't bear it, so he put on his vicious look again and spat all over the woman's face.

"Tell me, do you recognize the person in the room in front of you?"

The woman tugged on her shirt, followed Bucky's fingers, fixed her eyes, and blurted out: "Longpole Allen's home?"

Dan Barge frowned: "We just know each other."

"Yes, sir," the woman said with disdain: "Long pole Allen, sir. He is a window knocker, he doesn't make much money every week, and he is as thin as a pole..."

She didn't have a high opinion of Allen's husband - if he couldn't support a woman, how could he get a good opinion?

But on the other hand, she complimented him.

"You know, we always like to talk a little more, why should we be beaten? We are also working for a living. You see, I have two children, maybe next year there will be a third or fourth, who need food and clothes. Those big shots only talk, and my husband has to be vigilant against those shady people after he finishes his work every day-"

The old sheriff breathed a sigh of relief and interrupted: "So."

"So..." The woman smiled awkwardly, poked her head out like a thief, looked left and right, and her voice was barely audible: "... A few days ago, a woman was beaten to death nearby, and her husband was arrested by the police. They said that if he didn't pay a lot of money, he would never come back... Oh, that's..."

The old sheriff was almost unable to bear it: "So."

"Oh, so," the woman raised her hand and scratched her armpit: "So we have never heard of Long Pole Allen beating people like this."

This is a new thing.

Generally speaking, husbands would wake up their dozing wives with the bread they bought after work at night, and do something they wanted to do while the bread was still soft in the oven, or beat their children or wives, wipe off the mud on their bodies, and call up the few words in their heads to curse.

Then they would eat a few bites in the dark and lie down to sleep.

Others simply did not come back, and would go to some houses on the old streets in groups of two or three to play cards or something else, spending all the money in their pockets.

Allen's husband was not like that.

He seemed to be particularly "well-behaved", so well-behaved that he did not look like a real man.

The man knocking on the window got up early every day, finished his work, and went to the dock to move boxes. He would go home in the evening with food, and repeat the same thing the next day.

According to the woman, she had never heard her husband talk about Allen, and this man was not "social" at all.

The old sheriff felt something was wrong the more he listened.

Kingsley could think of more.

He turned sideways and glanced at the black-haired man who was whispering with Halida.

How did Roland guess?