The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 649 Ch.648 Okay

Long-pole Allen has never been gregarious, and lives a regular life all day long, and he does not beat his own woman. In addition to this woman, Dan Bache also knocked on the doors of other residents.

They all said so.

Some women said that even if her husband beats her every now and then, she would be happy to be beaten as long as it brings back money and makes more money - she always has so much meat on her body anyway, how heavy can a man's fist weigh after a hard day's work?

Other women praised Alan and his wife.

‘Aren’t we just trying to live, sir? You see, although the pole didn't make a lot of money, he and his wife were so good. We never heard them quarreling or breaking things. It was like they were married on the first day...'

‘Look at it this way, it doesn’t matter if you have less money. No matter what happens, can’t you still live? ’

Dan Barge asked them repeatedly, had the couple really never, even once, had an argument?

'We didn't hear it anyway. ’

The walls here are very thin, so loud noises cannot be hidden from other neighbors.

"That's weird."

Dan Barge scratched his thigh.

If so, Ellen, why did that vicious woman have to kill her husband?

The old sheriff apparently hadn't come to a terrible conclusion.

Kingsley realized.

He took a step forward, passed Bachi, and asked the woman: "Their child was sick a few days ago, right?"

The woman said 'Oh' and waved her hand: "It's hopeless, sir, it's hopeless. I saw the doctor carrying the medicine box and leaving with his head hanging down - I heard, I just heard, that he only treats diseases. Medicine, at least two or three pounds..."

"I even persuaded her."

The woman told Kingsley that she had dealt with Allen and talked several times. She had even persuaded him to secretly throw away the sick child while doing laundry——

There are ditches everywhere and the weather isn't really getting warmer.

One night is pretty much it.

Maybe when the water washes away, there will be a few wild dogs again, scattered and scattered, invisible to the eyes. It won't be a problem to have a few more in the future.

She smacked her lips a few times and took the curious child behind her back: "But it's hard for me to see, sir. Her husband has been in poor health recently, and he doesn't know what kind of disease he contracted. He is about to cough up the meat in his stomach. I walk unsteadily all day long, and I might even fall down on the road one day..."

Dan Barge became more and more silent as he listened.

He's not really stupid.

I just didn't expect this sad and paranoid ending.

He couldn't imagine and didn't dare to delve into whether this murder was a one-sided murder...

Or a solemn and tender conspiracy between husband and wife.

Three pounds.

He opened his mouth, only to find that before he knew it, dried mucus had already filled his throat.

Kingsley came to Roland silently.

"...Maybe I should have asked the neighbors earlier." He said to himself, wanting to put his arrogance in a rope and hang it on the gallows - but it was invisible and Kingsley was powerless.

He felt very guilty and unwilling to do so.

I felt guilty for not discovering this secret earlier, otherwise, the woman named Allen might not have - maybe she would still be punished, but at least she wouldn't die without a name.

He is not willing to accept his "failure". When he realizes that he is wise, he thinks that his wisdom can roll over turf and stones as easily as a wheel. He can look down at these "stupid and ignorant" poor people and the inexperienced and never obey the rules policemen. hour--

He failed.

Because of arrogance.

"A tragedy."

he said calmly.

This was his final assessment of the tragic couple.

Roland was no longer as enthusiastic as when they met yesterday, or gave him real comfort - helping his career and ideals only went so far.

The golden eyes hidden between the brim of the hat and the forehead are hot, boiling the black smoke rising in the distance.

Kingsley immediately forgot about the two dead men and asked Roland: "Did he poison his husband unilaterally for three pounds, or...conspired to do it?"

Roland's answer was a bit subtle.

"The answer lies in the words of these neighbours, Kingsley."

The detective frowned: "I need evidence."

"It's just what you need," Roland lowered the brim of his hat and chuckled: "It seems that our detectives still have a long way to go - until you learn to squat down and look down at what you think is troublesome or inferior."

Kingsley silently turned back to look at the two people who were swearing - Dan Barge and Rose.

He thought about it.

"Go to the Sheriff's house and find a doctor for Allen's child - coincidentally, my client... is also the person your maid wants to see, and he knows some medical skills."

This is not a reward born of shame, but one unwillingness to give birth to another unwillingness.

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On the way to visit the dog breeder, the car was much duller than when we arrived.

For Dan Barge, he has seen too many tragic stories that make people want to cry all night long.

The Allens’ story is just one of them, not even the most tragic.

Rose, on the other hand, remained silent at the couple's 'silliness'.

——Is there anything more important than living?

Put yourself in her shoes, although she will also feel pain due to the death of her child, but...as long as she lives, isn't there any other chance?

Rose couldn't understand.

She thought the couple were somewhat out of their minds.

If it were her, knowing that the child was sick and needed three pounds, she would never watch her husband die - she would take a knife and sneak into a jewelry store at night.

Or go to the red street to find those drunken gentlemen.

Between money and life, those money men always choose quickly and accurately.

Rose's point of view is:

If I don't live well, no one will live well.

- This can be regarded as a unique elephant gang-style life outlook of Miss Snitch.

"You think the same as me, don't you?" She poked Roland with her elbow, and her whispered question was full of certainty: Roland is the same as her.

She knew it when she was in Falkshire.

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Mr. Jack Black, the dog breeder of Cross Street Apartment, reminded the man of the effect of Halida's "Dover Powder" - he obviously knew some medical skills, otherwise he would not have seen at a glance that Halida's brother was hopeless and asked her not to spend her mind on it.

When the old sheriff came to visit with the sleeping child in his arms and explained his purpose, the man with curly hair and face gently took the child.

He touched the child's forehead, pinched his mouth, checked the soles of his feet and armpits in turn, and asked a few questions.

He gave a more silent answer.

"You also know what many doctors did before. In addition to trimming hair and taking care of wigs, some people who have no skills will make a living by cheating - cheating those ignorant poor people, which can make more money than waiting for work all day."

Blake returned the child to the gloomy old sheriff.

"You mean..."

Dan Budge finally realized that this regrettable story had a more humorous ending.

"That's what I mean, ladies and gentlemen." The dog breeder pinched the spoon, scooped a ball of cooked potatoes into his mouth, and looked around at several people: "The child is not sick."

He said.

"It's fine."