The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 111 Ch.110 Petticoat Harbor

Roland sprained his ankle.

"You should rest for a few days, Collins." In the carriage, Shandel Kratov was worried about his teammates who were trying to be stubborn.

She could only relieve Roland's pain to a limited extent, but that was not enough.

——In her opinion, many gentlemen are like this.

Although he was seriously injured, he pretended to be calm and told others that he didn't feel any pain and it wouldn't cause any trouble.

As if that would make him more majestic.

They should learn to take care of their bodies and cherish their bodies.

"I jumped down the stairs, but my feet wouldn't let me." - This is what Roland said to Shandel before getting on the carriage.

So I got a very rare white eye.

Shandel was angry and amused: "Collins!"

"Why didn't you tell him how you got hurt?"
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In his haste, he fell out of the window and stepped into a pit in the grass.

"That's great."
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This only proves that the gardener of Mince-Chloe's house is a lazy guy.

"This only proves that you are stupid."

"I told you to get a rope first and tie it up so it will be easy to slide down when you exit the arena."
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But it's weird, the wrench.
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Using a rope is not magical at all.

"You're amazing now, aren't you?"

Roland suppressed his laughter.

Today, they were going to Petticoat Harbor to get the news about ghosts that they had received from 'Shirley' in the secret meeting the day before.

Petticoat Harbour south of the Thames.

Roland: "Is Fernandez busy with something else?"

Xiandel leaned towards Roland and whispered, "Didn't you hear? Someone died last night."

"Who?"

"Mingsi Chloe, and the Wilson family." The little nun was well-informed: "It is said that during the banquet last night, the two of them were secretly 'connecting' in the house, and were nailed to the bed with a sharp knife... It's terrible! I guess Captain Devinson is here to handle this case - they all said that it was the enemy of the Chloe family."

When Shandel mentioned this, his face turned pale. "I heard that they fought with the murderer before they died, but their bones were broken all over their bodies. Some parts were cut off and soaked in whiskey..."

connect…?-
I just seemed to put the two of them together, wrench.

"The rumors will get worse and worse. Isn't that what you expect?"

"They killed Cherry-Chloe, you killed them. They ruined Cherry-Chloe's reputation, you ruined theirs."

"They tortured her, and you tortured them."

"Everything you expected has been achieved."

Roland swayed quietly along with the bumpy carriage.
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There is another person.
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The poison might have come from the doctor who killed Cherry.

"Roland, I want to warn you: Chloe and Wilson's deaths are easy to deal with, but if you kill Isaac, the doctor, even the dumbest person will be able to link it to you."

"Besides, judging by the servants you killed, you are already dangerous."

"If you still want to live, and because the Big Bat is so kind to you and you want to avoid causing trouble for her—"

"I'm not asking you to give up. I'm just advising you to be good for a while."
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A winter?
"At least."
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Was I good last night? I even bought the hammer that Mr. William recommended.

"Does your ankle hurt?"

Roland didn't want to pay any attention to it.

Petticoat Harbor.

This place was much more prosperous than the street where he lived - both sides of the street were densely packed with sheds supported by wooden and bamboo poles. Women selling old clothes sat under the sheds with their children, welcoming guests.

Those who sell clothes and those who buy clothes are all the same kind of people.

poor.

After passing through the crowded crowd, and through the intricate sheds and stalls, they arrived at a three-story brick building at the back, which was exactly where they were heading. As the two men were dressed too "high-class" here, no blind thieves dared to approach them.

People along the way took detours for fear of being squeezed and bumped into them.

Even the shouting became quieter as Shandel passed by.

"We're causing trouble for others, Collins."

Of course Shandel noticed.

She tried to smile at the children who were bumping into each other or leaning on their mothers' arms, but all she got in return were their mothers' wary looks and slightly panicked avoidance.

This made her very disappointed: "It's sad that they are afraid of the Guardians. We protect this city, maintain order, and even sacrifice our lives for it..."

Roland was born here, so he certainly knew what the people around him thought.

Because that’s how both sides see each other: a nuisance.

"Here we are."

On the second floor of the brick building, Xiandel led Roland to the unlocked wooden door.

Inside the house, a slender woman was squatting on the ground washing clothes, and three boys who were not as tall as the table were running around her, waving branches.

Xiandel stood at the door, looked for a while, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The four people in the room were startled.

"Holy Father!" The woman doing the laundry exclaimed when she saw what the two were wearing. She quickly wiped her hands on her skirt, pushed the child aside, and quickly walked to the door - she stopped three steps away from Shandel, her face full of panic.

"Please, please..."

Shandel pointed to the badge on Roland's chest.

"Inspectorate." She glanced into the room. "I'm Cinder Kratov, and this is Roland Collins."

"Yes, yes, sir, ma'am, good day! My name is Michelle Burnham..."

She was about to squeeze out something from her meager vocabulary, but was interrupted by Shandel. "We got the news that your family—"

The tail of this sentence was stretched indefinitely, and then, Xiandel stared at Michelle and closed his mouth.

The woman in the room obviously knew why the two dignitaries from the Supervisory Bureau came to her house.

There was actually joy in the midst of fear.

"Yes! Yes! I said we should ask the adults to come and take a look!" Only then was she willing to open the half-covered door and welcome the two people into the house - before that, she had always blocked the door with her body.

"Please come in quickly!"

She called to Chandel and Roland.

"I don't know whether you and your friends are used to drinking tea or wine..."

Shandel smiled and refused: "We have other things to do."

Hearing this, the woman nodded her head several times, quickly picked one of the three children, whispered a few words, and asked him to go downstairs.

After a while, a man followed up.

In addition, there were a lot of curious onlookers outside the door.

Mr. Matthew Bonham, a skinny man, is a father of three and husband of Michelle Bonham.

During his rare break, he was selling old clothes downstairs.

"These two distinguished adults are here to deal with..." The wife pulled her husband to her side and whispered, "...The child told you before, didn't you also feel something was wrong?!"

The man looked at Shandel and Roland with suspicion, and in less than two seconds, he lowered his head.

He bowed to Roland and Shandel, then went around to the door, pushed his nosy friends away one by one, and slammed the door shut.

"We were going to church, sir and ma'am, and we're not bad people. There's something bad going on with my children, and they say there's something talking in the night, and it's cold, like a flying shadow--"

He was so anxious to clear himself and his wife of suspicion that he talked about many irrelevant things.

For example, if you have a formal job, your ancestors have always worked diligently, never broke the law, and never got into trouble.

Shandel listened patiently, and then interrupted when the other party was running out of words to say.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Bonham. We are here only for this. These people who shouldn't stay in this world will bring trouble to you, your wife, and your children. Maybe you haven't realized it yet: before long, they will get sick, their eyes will be dull, and they will become like the living dead..."

The man and the woman frowned at the same time, becoming more and more terrified.

"Please! Please help us!"

He shouted loudly, to the sunlight coming in through the window, or to the God who was not paying attention to him: "Father of All Things! Who is this vile person who is doing this? We have always been doing good things! We have never done anything bad!"

In fact, Roland didn't need a "secret" to see the shadow floating vaguely in the corner of the roof.

"Astral Vision: Seeing spirits, including dreams that bleed into reality."

He passed the Bonhams and came to the wall.

look up.

Male ghost.

Skinny and bald.

A bit like…

Matthew Bonham.

Maybe his family.

"I don't mean to offend you. But, has any family member left in recent days?" Roland asked, staring at the blurry shadow.

Michelle Bonham immediately interrupted:

"Yes, it is absolutely true, sir! My husband's father died a few days ago! In this very room!"

After that, she looked at her husband angrily and accused him, "I told you that he shouldn't have been allowed to die at home! Look how much trouble he has caused us!"

"I've told you so many times! We should put him outside on the blanket! At least to the other side of the ladder, or he might get lost!"

"I don't want to work?" The husband glared: "It would be better if you could learn to do it with your hands instead of just talking!"

"Do I just sit at home and drink coffee and invite friends to parties every day?" Perhaps because she was too angry, she said sarcastically in front of Roland and Cinder: "This is your family. Can you ask him not to hurt our child, Mr. Work?"

Shandel activated the "Secret".

She also saw the blurry shadow.

——The spirit is only at the ghost stage, and it is still far from being a vengeful spirit.

It can even be said that there is no need to deal with it, and the ghost will disappear on its own after a few days.

His obsession...

You can tell from the look in his eyes.

Keep staring at the three children.

“It’s not difficult to solve.”

Xiandel came to Roland's side and whispered:
"A bottle of holy water."

Roland agreed with his teammates' judgment.

Although, the feeling this ghost gave him was...not to mention dangerous, it almost didn't exist.

"Then there is no need to use——"

Before Roland could finish, Shandel turned around and headed towards the couple who were still arguing.

"It's a very dangerous ghost. Can you pay enough for it?"

She said worriedly.

(End of this chapter)