The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 639: Babies and Women

Everyone knows it, and Chandler has warned his son about it.

detective.

What is it?
A profession even worse than that of a prostitute.

At least those women still pay taxes. If they can't pay taxes, there are other ways to soften the tough police officers - what's a detective?
An illegal snoop who is trying to prove the incompetence of the police and take their business away from them?
"I thought people like you would take on other jobs, like catching a lover, or a lost dog, or a baby choked to death by stems and leaves..."

Dan Budge took a deep puff, and the fire on the crude cigarette flickered upward, burning up the grass residue.

"You have no business in this, you three. Go to a café, order a few hot drinks, and talk about stockings and poets—"

Rose was a little disgusted with this old fellow whose mouth was dirtier than the night commode in her aunt's room.

If Roland hadn't said something nice about him, if she hadn't been a lady...

"I heard that the blacks don't think this is murder," the girl crossed her arms and stomped her toes impatiently, "Old... Old man."

Dan Budge was amused: "Miss, I won't mess with the executive's lover...You can say what you want."

Rose shook her hair curtains, her green eyes shining: "Oh, you are quite capable, you can even tell that I am his lover."

Kingsley: ...

Halida: ...

Dan Budge grinned. Looking at the girl's behavior, he instantly guessed her relationship with the handsome gentleman - which was normal.

With that kind of appearance, if he were a woman, she would love him to death.

"Don't bother with the flattery, miss. Since you know I'm the sheriff, you should know that this matter has nothing to do with you..."

Kingsley suddenly spoke up: "We have questioned all the suspects, sir, except this one. Someone taught them how to deal with the police, and I don't think you can ask anything - it is more important to solve the case yourself than the lives of the citizens, right?"

Dan Budge looked at the detective and frowned under his hat brim.

When his face frowned, the wrinkles created by wind and frost were truly frightening - he looked like a living person with crocodile skin sewn on his head, ready to bite someone in the next second.

"Stop being so sarcastic, you little rascal."

The old sheriff tapped his baton, put on an expression that would make people retreat, and walked step by step to the detective.

His bony forehead had coarse stubble that spread all the way to his temples. When he chewed out dirty words, mixing them with his saliva to form sticky phlegm, the beard and stubble were pulled by his well-developed muscles, showing a vivid beast-like demeanor.

"If you don't want to spend two days on your knees in a cold, damp cell, you better watch your mouth."

He pulled out the baton hanging from his waist and hit Kingsley's chest hard.

"The cell is made of more than just clay floors."

Kingsley didn't care about this level of 'warning', and his serious and rigid features softened for a moment: "The police don't care about this case, Chief Inspector Budge. If I remember correctly, no matter what case he is dealing with, the chief inspector should not go to the door alone - or is it that the police in the City of London are different from the police in other places?"

The baton against his chest paused slightly.

Dan Budge looked at Kingsley as if he were a pig that had suddenly begun to speak human language.

"Incredible, the detective actually has a brain."

Kingsley shrugged, his face calm: "I think this is exactly the misunderstanding that the public has about the police that has not yet been resolved."

Dan Budge was annoyed: "You——"

He exhaled a pungent breath, silently retracted his baton, and glared at Kingsley.

Then, he turned to Rose.

"I'm taking the day off, ladies and gentlemen."

"There is something wrong with this case. You should have noticed that all these dead people left behind—"

Rose had no interest in mocking him. This old man was definitely spending his own time investigating these cases alone. Dan Budge waved his hand irritably and interrupted: "You guys are not capable of doing this job at all."

He ignored what Kingsley and Rose were saying and slammed the door violently.

Soon, a trembling woman showed half of her face from the door - as soon as the door was opened a crack, it was kicked open by the old policeman.

He broke in almost like a robber, not only pushing down the woman who had not yet put on her coat, but also thrusting his thick fingers into her hair, close to her scalp, and pulling hard!
A shrill scream!

"You bitch who deserves to be fucked to death! Speak now! Don't ask me to hang you up! I see you have seen the gallows before?"

He pulled the woman's hair, threw her on the ground like a doll that was no longer loved by her children, insulted her with the most obscene words, and kicked her in the stomach with the toe of his thick leather boots.

Kingsley looked at the scene in front of him, his expression becoming increasingly tense.

But when he glanced to the other side, he found that Rose and Halida had indifferent expressions - just like a butcher witnessing another slaughter, nothing to be surprised about.

"She won't say anything unless you twist her head off."

Rose smacked her lips and jumped onto the wooden table, dangling her legs in the air.

Normally, such vile things can't stand a beating.

Today's one is quite tough.

"It seems I have to have a good talk with you," the old sheriff pulled out his baton and kicked the woman over, but heard the baby crying.

He pricked up his ears and searched.

In the closet.

The 'cabinet doors' are as thin as two pieces of biscuits. It can hardly be called a 'cabinet' - at best it is a large wooden cardboard box.

Inside were several tied money bags, some tattered clothes, and a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes who had just been awakened by his mother's wailing.

Just as Dan Budge turned his gaze towards the baby, the woman let out a monster-like scream that almost exploded from her lungs!

She bounced up from the mud, pushed the sheriff and Kingsley aside, and madly rolled up the swaddling clothes with an old blanket and hugged it tightly in her arms!
Dan Budge weighed the baton in his hand and sneered, "Now it's time for the second one to have his head blown open."

The woman with a face full of mud and tears knelt on the ground and begged him not to hurt her child, even if, even if she killed someone——

"Who did you say you killed?"

The sheriff leaned forward and stared, seizing this hard-won loophole: "You killed your husband, didn't you? How did you kill him? With whom? When?"

Kingsley walked around the woman who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, bent down, and picked up the money bags one by one from the box.

There were pennies in it, and there were shillings in it.

"If you insist that this money is the inheritance of your deceased husband...what about this one?"

The detective reached into his pocket and pulled out a large gold pound.

This is not money that the families living here can save.

The woman's eyes gradually dimmed and she stopped making excuses.

She struggled for a moment, stood up suddenly, walked past Kingsley, stuffed the baby into Halida's arms, turned around, and her expression suddenly became fierce:

"I killed him because he deserved to die! You can hang me at most! But you can't hurt an innocent baby - otherwise, you will be in the newspapers!"

She spat at the sheriff.

"Pooh!"

"Greedy black skin!"

"I'd rather die on the gallows!"

(End of this chapter)