The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 425 Ch.424 Linzhen Factory
On the way back, Roland "heard" the old miner's wife.

She was busy with her 'work', with a young miner, in a dead end street, separated only by two wooden pillars - her two daughters and three sons were sitting in the mine, throwing stones at each other and looking at the overlapping people from time to time.

The beast-like sound echoed in the mine.

No one was surprised.

There will always be demand for this, and there will always be people doing this business.

"The weekly wages for women and children are so low that they can't get enough to eat."

Peggy's voice was cold: "Don't worry, sir, miss. I will take you to see the factory that actually processes the white ore."

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Leaving the mine, Kingsley felt like he had died once.

Died and alive again.

This work deep underground brings people close to the abyss - if such a place really exists, these poor people will probably see it first.

They took a carriage and left Innstown:
We have to go to a nearby town.

"It used to be Linzhen, but a turmoil left the place in ruins."

This is the case with mining towns built on mountains. The danger comes not only from underground in the mine, but also from above the mine - as long as a large-scale landslide occurs, it will be a disaster that will cause the whole world to collapse.

The small town that once neighbored Innstown became history more than a decade ago.

Now, in the hands of the Street family, it has become a...

factory.

At least it looks like it.

"The answers you want are right there."

As they got closer to the neighboring town, guards appeared sporadically - perhaps all the police force of Ince Town was used here, so that Roland and his party never saw a patrol officer during the few days they were in the town.

There aren't many policemen these days, and many people don't like them.

“They are all my brother’s fans.”

Rose nodded: "What is a 'fan'?"

"You really should read more books," Roland sighed, "It's what my lover meant."

Rose was shocked, and quickly leaned close to Roland's ear and whispered, "This wild dog actually likes the same sex?"

Kingsley in the car: ...

Peggy: ...

Paige also discovered it in the past few days.

This 'destined girl' in the divination does not seem to be as 'noble and polite' as her surname - from her behavior in the tavern to her willingness to take risks to go down the mine with her: these behaviors are not what a well-behaved daughter, a timid and gentle lady should do.

She's more of a savage than a lady...

Forgive her for not being able to use such vulgar words to describe the savior of Innstown.

Peggy thought, the two people in the car were still discussing the issue of 'fans'.

"So where did you learn that word? Don't tell me your uncle taught you that."

Roland chuckled: "You are right."

He told Rose that old Collins had talked in his sleep, saying things like 'Ms. Jones', 'You should touch my soul', and 'I will always be your supporter'...

Considering the context, doesn’t this word simply mean lover?
"You are such a smart guy."
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I should be smarter than smart people, right?
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After all, no one taught me, but I was asked to guess it myself.

"You're right, Roland."

"From today on, I will crown you as the Great Wise."
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Don’t compliment me yet, this answer... is it correct?

"That's right."

So, the two of them, Smart and Smart, whispered to each other, discussing how a Street heir could fall in love with a person of the same sex - from his childhood experiences, the scars on his heart, to the wealth flowing in the mining town that changed his personality...

There has to be one way that makes him like this, right?

The teacher who speaks with certainty, the students who believe him without a doubt, and Peggy Streeter who looks strange.

Kingsley silently covered half of his face and moved the remaining half close to the window, trying to stay out of it.

'I'm outside the car.'

He wondered if he could clarify with Peggy Streeter that he was not familiar with Roland, nor was he their friend, and was not on the same side as them, would it be possible for the second heir to have a different opinion of him?

He was taught not to embarrass himself like this. It was too shameful.

"Fans, not lovers, both of you." The detective, unable to bear it any longer, interrupted the two young doctors who were discussing the patient's condition.

Roland looked suspicious, and Rose instantly changed sides and defected to Kingsley's side.

Obviously, she trusted the serious Kingsley more in this regard.

"So, what does supporters mean?" Green eyes stared at the man.

"Fans mean: supporters, supporters." Kingsley's face was stiff, and his lips opened and closed: "Absolutely not, some lover."

The carriage was silent for a moment, and then, almost at the same time, the three people turned their eyes to Roland.

Explanation.

Roland: ...
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How to do.
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I think he has the correct answer...

"Pikachu?"

Roland: ...
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Does the term "fans" have other meanings?
"Skin."
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wrench?

"Pica."
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wrench.

"Mt.

While cursing the weird thing in his head, Roland smiled awkwardly: "Actually... it also means 'advocate'."

Kingsley was serious: "It's not 'also', Dawson. It's 'only' - that's what the fans mean."

Roland: ...

"Mr. Kingsley."

"what?"

"Do you know why you're a terrible detective?"

"I don't think I'm not smart - well, I'll listen to what you have to say." Kingsley adjusted his sitting posture and pretended to listen.

Roland nodded his forehead: "A good detective needs extremely accurate judgment."

Kingsley nodded. "I think I do."

Roland touched his eyelids again: "A good detective must have strong observation skills."

Kingsley hummed, "I'm not lacking in observation skills."

Roland went on to say, "A good detective must be patient. Sufficient patience allows them to wait like a hunter for their prey to gradually walk towards a trap that has been set long ago. Patience can make people become hunters, not prey."

Kingsley frowned.

He didn't know what Roland meant, but he nodded patiently, acknowledging his words: "I have enough patience."

Roland was a little surprised. He clapped his hands a few times and smiled. "Very good! Now, I admit that you are a great detective, Mr. Kingsley!"

"Of course, there is no need to say more—"

Kingsley was stunned.

Just now…

Aren't they having a debate about 'fans'...?
Rose and Paige laughed their heads off.

Kingsley also understood what was going on.

"...Mr. Dawson, I have to say that the characteristics you display in some aspects always give people bad misunderstandings."

"for example?"

"For example, in terms of being eloquent."

He also wanted to advise Roland not to be like his eccentric father, who had a huge fortune but always made himself a joke in the world of romance and had no dignity at all.

Fortunately he didn't say it out loud, otherwise Roland would have told him that this was already decent enough.

Because just then, Peggy interrupted their conversation.

"Here we are, three."

she says.

"All the miners in Ince who are suffering from 'white disease' will be placed here." The girl smoothed her messy hair and took a deep breath: "You should say that they are friends of old Moore."

The town was converted into a factory, but Roland did not see any black smoke.

The town was so quiet, even frighteningly quiet, that apart from the idle guards smoking cigarettes, even the birds and the wind were gone.

(End of this chapter)