The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 432 Ch.431 Visit
On the day of their visit to Henry Streeter, all three of them changed into formal attire.

But Kingsley noticed that Rose and Roland looked unhappy.

The one with green eyes had been laughing since early morning. Whether he was drinking coffee or cutting bacon, there was always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The black-haired man is much more complicated, making it difficult to distinguish him clearly...

Old Moore died, and his two friends were sad?

Not to mention that along the way, his judgment of them did not belong to this category - even so, this expression does not look 'sad'...?
Instead, it's some kind of excitement?

Kingsley was extremely curious.

He longs to explore the secrets of the human heart, even if this will cause many good friends to leave him and turn many stable lives into disasters...

He can't change this bad habit.

However, he did not go so far as to disguise this defect as a virtue - he admitted that this unique habit of his, which was inseparable from his flesh and blood and soul, had become a part of his existence.

He is selfish.

So he had great conflicts towards Roland and Rose.

The contradiction is:

He was eager to explore the secrets behind him and her: where they came from, what their identities were, their past, the pain and emotions they hid, their personalities, their strengths and weaknesses, their behavior, and how they behaved when they were angry or calm...

How do these two very different people cope with this world that is as tight as a corset?

All these desires come from the never-ending flow in his heart.

Unfortunately, there is no sea at the end of this torrent, and it is unable to accommodate his growing control and exploration.

Kingsley knew that if the flow had an end, he would destroy himself sooner or later.

But he couldn't help being curious.

People are the most interesting things in the world.

Just as he agreed with Miss Shelley and provided some 'intellectual' help to her and Peggy: it all came from his curiosity and desire to explore.

He was curious about the outcome of this matter, curious about Rose's thoughts, and curious about Peggy Streeter's ending -

People are the most interesting things in the world.

"Miss Shelley." He couldn't help but ask during the meal, "Did anything good happen last night?"

This sentence made the other two people at the table raise their heads.

Rose was triumphant: "A hungry wolf pounced on her prey."

Kingsley blinked and turned to Roland.

The other person just touched his bruised lips and grinned: "I was bitten by a dog."

"Luo...Dawson!" The girl raised her knife and gestured: "Can't you speak properly?"

Roland: "Buried by a wolf's kiss."

Kingsley: ...

Ok.

This secret is really boring.

…………

……

As for the Streeters, they did not have to write first and then visit them.

Since Roland and Kingsley did not have a good identity, the surname of the person who came to visit must be "Shelley" who came from afar - there was no need to do this.

The Shelleys were ready to withdraw from Innstown, and they would have no chance of dealing with Henry Streeter.

There's no chance of dealing with a dead person.

Of course, these are all rude remarks.

What Rose really thought was: That's too much trouble.

Roland agreed wholeheartedly.

"Courtesy is not for external parties, both of you. If you were well educated, you would know that respecting others is respecting yourself." Kingsley said that they should write a letter first, wait for a reply, and then visit in the afternoon or evening.

Even tomorrow.

You shouldn't have been so eager and rude to visit.

This is the most basic thing, to be decent to each other.

"Even if that's an enemy?"

"Even if that's the case." Facing Rose's question, Kingsley nodded slightly: "You must do this at all times, then you can truly be called a lady... Well, an unmarried lady will not walk alone without a servant. I take back what I said."

Rose glared at him, "You should have guessed long ago that we are not some 'high-class big shots', Kingsley 'Detective'."

"I am indeed a detective, but you may not be." Kingsley lowered his head to adjust his cuffs, closed the pocket watch on his leg and put it in his pocket: "When you couldn't play chess, I realized that maybe some identities were not real."

"Isn't that right, Mr. Collins?"

Roland tilted his head and dozed on the backrest: "If you ask directly, we will tell you directly."

Kingsley was not without arrogance, his eyes scanning Roland's fingers like a hawk: "I think I can get the real answer without going through such a link - from some details."

"Hmm..." Roland suddenly sat up straight.

"Well, now that it's come to this, it's okay to tell you."

Kingsley's heart suddenly beat violently twice.

"My friends and I, we actually work on..."

Engaged in…

Engaged in…

Kingsley held his breath, preparing for the answer that matched his guess.

Then Roland slowly leaned back.

He looked like a child whose dying mother heaved a sigh of relief after hearing that she had escaped. He looked nervous and ferocious - it was the first time I saw such an expression on his face.

Rose's laughter echoed in the carriage.

As long as she followed Roland, she would always be happy—no matter who the happiness came from.

Stone carving in the Kingsley style.

"…Your words and pace are untrained, and you are definitely not a child who grew up in a wealthy family." Kingsley did not seem to feel embarrassed and muttered to himself: "Your friend can identify a thief at a glance, and his subconscious movements when talking to the miners are also…"

"Although she is disguising herself, I would say that this disguise is no better than a leaf used to cover her body."

Kingsley paused. "Maybe you are a gang of thieves."

Rose suppressed her laughter and turned her head toward the window to avoid exposing herself.

Roland said calmly, "Mr. Kingsley, you seem to enjoy solving puzzles."

"Because I'm always going to use this God-given brain, what's the problem?"

"But some questions have no answers," Roland said. "For someone who is eager to uncover the mystery, if we never speak, you will never get it."

Kingsley's face darkened.

Rose started laughing again.

"You seem to have an insatiable curiosity."

Kingsley raised his eyebrows: "This is the driving force of human progress."

"Curiosity is not the driving force of human progress, Mr. Kingsley," Roland said with a smile, "Greed is."

"No, maybe greed is just—"

Kingsley tried to argue, but Rose slashed him with her palm between him and Roland.

"Stop, debaters." The girl crossed her arms. "I think Peggy is about to make a decision. How about it? Are you ready? That will be very interesting..."

"Preparing for what?" Kingsley asked, "I'm not planning on participating in this immoral mass murder."

Rose's eyebrows almost stood up: "What did you say? You came up with an idea!"

"It's just a casual chat, miss. I'm not responsible for what I say during the chat." Kingsley shrugged: "Who would incite citizens to riot? Besides, why should I get involved in Street's family affairs?"

Rose was annoyed that he only said it now, but Kingsley replied calmly, "You didn't ask earlier."

He is a detective, a legal one, he doesn't do anything illegal.

"Bullshit."

Rose pointed at his shoulder: "You're lying."

"You just want to watch the fun, but you don't intend to put yourself in danger."

Kingsley did not refute, but suddenly said: "You may not have considered one thing, Miss. Some things may not always develop as beautifully as you imagine."

These words made the girl turn to Roland.

He said something similar one night.

These two debaters...

It seems like they have the same guess.

But that doesn't matter at all.

"I don't care about the outcome, Mr. Kingsley." Rose twirled her hair, her eyes cunning. "I just want an interesting riot, a shout, a charge. People shouting 'For Street's daughter' - and then rushing into every house that opposes them."

"Fighting! Roaring! Bullets hitting blades!"

She danced and moved like a mime on stage.

“Isn’t this exciting?”

"If there were no waves on the sea, who would be a sailor?"

Kingsley stared at her in silence.

He glanced at the man with a normal expression, wondering what kind of person he had met and what kind of situation he had fallen into.

"Welcome to the asylum, Mr. Kingsley."

Roland said.

(End of this chapter)