The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 205 Ch.204 A strange intrusion
"It looks like someone is going to be in big trouble."

Shandel Kratov said.

She and Roland were there, too, outside the crowd, out of sight of William Cordoni and the police.

They were in a carriage parked on the street, and today they were going to the South District to investigate the baby theft case.

The order to pause came from Shandel, and it was also the driver's own intention - it was rare to see the nobility being so lively.

The girl in black church uniform leaned on the side of the car with her arm, her face full of sarcasm: "I think besides the street lamp, the most valuable thing is that carrot."

If the cemetery is stolen, not only will the gravekeepers be punished, but the Ring of Eternal Silence will also be criticized by the upper class.

Who would want their grave to be dug up and their body hung on a street lamp for people to see and comment on?

If the Ring of Eternal Silence can't do the job, then replace it with someone who can.

"I guess it has something to do with the 'White Veil Killer'." Shandel muttered to himself, but there was a hint of admiration in his tone: "The corpse was exposed on the street...it must be an artist..."

“She said you were an artist.”
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I am indeed.

"Is this vengeance not over?"
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If Charles Chloe still tried to put his carrot son in the grave.

Regarding the fact that Roland and Rose, two unruly people, sneaked into the cemetery last night, knocked out the gravekeeper during the Winter Festival of the Ring of Eternal Silence, and dug up Chloe's grave.

No opinion on the wrench.

Because it has long known that it is living in the soul of something.

Just like an archer who never draws the bow, every time he suffers a painful wound, he puts an arrow into the quiver behind him: every time, he puts an arrow into the quiver - he has been carrying this quiver for more than ten years.

Suddenly one day, he finally decided to draw his bow and shoot arrows, and by chance, an unlucky guy provoked him.

That's really unlucky.
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I'm planning to commission someone to write a short story and send it to the newspaper, what do you think? -
About Chloë Mintz and Orlando Wilson.

"Don't tell me, there are actually newspapers that dare to publish it."
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of course.

Who can stop Londoners from having fun?

But when they dug the grave last night, Rose told him that the story in the envelope under the pillow did not play the miraculous role as Roland said.

Roland asked her to be more patient, but maybe as Wrench said, Rose might...

Not suitable for this path.

What kind of path is suitable for Rose?

A greedy, adventurous, lawless thief...

Drive out of the crossroads and leave the chaotic crowd behind.

Some birds were hovering over the building, and seemed to be interested in the exposed corpses.

The carriage is going to the South District.

A more chaotic area.

"How are you going to spend Christmas?" asked Shandel.

"I have no other relatives except my uncle." Roland said, "We will probably go to Bristol after Christmas, right?"

He wanted to spend a warm Christmas with his uncle and didn't want to leave him alone at home facing the fire.

"I guess so." Shandel said indifferently, "I'm similar to you, Roland. Grandpa is my only relative."

This was the first time she told Roland about her family affairs.

"I'm so sorry, Shandel."

"No regrets." The girl snapped her nails. "Given that I ruin Mr. Gary Kratov's mood every year, he always finds a lot of children to spend the holiday with him. I mean, those under ten years old."

She kept her legs together and stared at the shops and people passing by on the road.

Roland didn't want to delve into Shandel's past, so it was time to drop the topic.

"What do you think of the missing baby case?"

“The Flesh Cradle.” Shandel agreed with Fernandez: “The ritual of the Flesh Cradle requires a living, recently born baby—the younger the better. But this is obviously not something that one or two people can do.”

Babies don’t go missing for long, but they go missing in large numbers.

It must be a crime that can only be accomplished by an organization with a large number of people.

So, their targets are two of the biggest gangs in London at the moment.

The Gold Teeth Gang, and the Elephant Gang.

"The Gold Fang Gang is involved with the Private Alliance. It is said that their real master is James Shelley - and maybe others. If the Inquisition follows the previous way of investigating cases..." If it is the previous way.

Then, Roland and Chandel should first send a visiting card to Mr. James Shelley's residence, and then wait for a reply and arrange a time to visit.

Then, have dinner with the owner of the mansion in a luxuriously decorated restaurant, listen to his lies that are as long and tortuous as an ant nest, and listen to him talk about how many gold pounds he spent on a hound, a bottle of perfume, or a handmade scepter made by someone.

After the meal, served by servants and accompanied by the master, they visited his collection of gems, jewelry and some wonderful ornaments from another country and another continent, and listened patiently to him talk about his experiences and show off his wealth.

Finally, I have time to ask: Have you heard about the baby-stealing case?

This will be exchanged for a mercy as sad as a rainstorm, a pious man's prayer to the Father of All, the daughter of hustle and bustle, and the anger of an upright gentleman.

Besides this, he and Chandel might get a small basket of hot pies or cakes.

Then he returned home escorted by a special carriage.

"So, we're going to use less 'old-fashioned' methods?"

Roland found that Shandel was 'excited'.

"Sin." Shandel clutched the long skirt on her legs, and a tide of thought appeared in her lake blue eyes: "According to Captain Fernandez, we should have acted like that traitor Sin long ago - the original style of the executive officer."

Big sin...

Keshhai.

"I hope Mr. Fernandez won't be too burned by this."

"Of course not." Shandel smiled and replied, "Executive officers have always been like this. We are just returning to our original self."

No.

What I mean is…

It's not who we are that would cause Fernandez so much trouble.

It's you.

Miss Shandel.

Roland complained inwardly.

He wanted to tell Cinder Kratov not to let anyone kneel down and lick the toes of her boots in the Gold Fang Gang's territory - but just before he opened his mouth, the flames spreading in his sight brought back a staggering shadow.

A girl with short curly hair emerged from the messy collapsed clotheslines and waste wooden boards on the street.

"parking."

Roland jumped out of the carriage without waiting for it to stop. He crossed the road quickly with his cane between his legs to meet her.

"Cat whiskers!" he shouted.

Lillian Rose Vansittart.

The girl who was digging graves with me yesterday, today seems like a traveler who has been lost in the desert for several days.

There was blood at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were red, and she was stumbling around barefoot.

He crashed into Roland's arms.

"…Roland?"

She looked like she had rolled in the mud, and her bright yellow skirt had a rusty hue.

"You said yesterday that you could climb trees."

In response to Roland's joke, Rose just grinned dryly. She pressed her palm on Roland's chest and pushed him away.

"…I have something else to do, pretty face."

"You're not feeling well," Roland asked softly, "What happened?"

"…I have something else to do, pretty face."

The green-eyed girl turned her face away and wanted to say something but only moved her lips.

She shook off Roland's hand and ran away without looking back.

In the carriage, Cinder Kratov kept looking in the direction where Rose left.

Poker face.

(End of this chapter)