The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 641: Rose's Arithmetic
Kingsley has always had a question.

"I don't understand. What's the benefit of helping someone like you?"

Kingsley looked around the drafty brick house.
The head of a criminal gang paid these women to get rid of their husbands, brothers and fathers, and then -

Nothing can be inherited.

What do the poor inherit?
From the ugly faces of my parents, their lowly status, and the stupidity they left behind?

“No, we make money.”

said the woman.

"Three pounds for the dry stuff."

She was referring to the bags of gold pounds that Kingsley had found - anyone who did this would not only not have to hand over the "inherited" inheritance, but would get three more pounds.

This business is worth it.

"give it to me!"

Before Kingsley could unbutton his pocket, Rose jumped off the table, stepped on the dark brown mud, and snatched the money bag from the detective's hand: "I have been learning arithmetic very well recently."

Halida coaxed the baby and moved silently...

Still didn't escape.

"Come on! Halida! Haven't I taught you a lot? Show them what we have learned!"

Halida was not used to Rose's personality - the kind that wanted to show off everywhere once she had achieved something.

not to mention…

According to the old gentleman (teacher), Miss Shelley, you should be a financial officer, responsible for government expenditures - even a dozen pennies can turn into tens of thousands of pounds.

A bit exaggerated.

But there aren't many exaggerations.

Halida is more talented in this area than Rose, at least she doesn't need to count with her fingers.

"…three shillings, plus fifteen pence, seven pence here, and half a crown… and two pounds, isn't that five… no, it should be six pounds. Kingsley, she lied! There's a lot more money here?"

Halida: ...

Kingsley: ...

Dan Budge rubbed his stiff face.

This girl actually looked very proud.

"To prevent us from becoming rich enough to rival a country, let me do the counting."

Kingsley silently walked forward, picked up a few bags of money, and jingled them, then scattered them all on the table.

"Three pounds and zero..."

"Seven shillings and eleven pence," muttered Halida unconsciously.

Kingsley was surprised: "What did you say?"

The maid was about to repeat herself when a blinding green light suddenly appeared in her peripheral vision.

"… I said, six pounds, sir," Halida choked and said clearly, "Six pounds, exactly."

Rose sniffed. "Look what I said."

Kingsley glanced at Rose with great disdain, but his opinion of this maid with a regrettable complexion changed a little - being able to calculate the money in such a short time at least proved that her brain was flexible enough.

I just don't have the courage.

…………

……

The next night at night.

Four furtive, almost wealthy ladies and gentlemen changed into civilian clothes and hid in a hunched position behind a low abandoned house.

The baby was left by Dan Budge in the care of his wife.

According to the woman, each gathering was in a different location - one of them always got the tip in advance, and then, as Kingsley had guessed, the others would notify each other and confirm the location as the 'road' ran straight through.

They will follow the road until the last member, and then go straight to the agreed location.

Four people were guarding the 'end' of the route. "That gentleman let you take the risk?" The old sheriff asked casually out of boredom - he couldn't understand Rose's behavior.

In Dan Budge's opinion, a woman like Rose should stay at home. Since she has a lover who is an executive, why should she go out and catch the thief herself? After all, what does she have to do with this case?
“My friend was harassed by these people.”

Rose answered vaguely, holding a French fry in her mouth.

"Then you should let Mr. Collins report to the court. With the bailiff, I don't have to talk nonsense with you here at night - I should be in bed."

Rose: "You could use 'by my wife's side'. It would sound better."

The old man shook his head like a spinning wheel: "That's not the case."

Rose: ?
"I'm in bed and my wife isn't. If she's in, I'm not."

Rose became more and more confused as she listened: "Speak something I can understand, Mr. Budge."

The old sheriff chuckled and glanced at the faces of Kingsley, Halida and Rose - three young people, one stuffed and the other stupid.

"You don't love your wife?"

Rose guessed what the old man wanted to say.

“No, no, no,” Dan Budge sniffed, folded his hands and leaned against the blue brick wall: “Of course I love her.”

He told this to three ignorant young people.

His wife had a pair of small eyes like her belly button, and when she stared at people through the crack of the door, she looked like a ghost who had suffered a great injustice;
The nose is huge, and the sound comes out of the nostrils when speaking, and when shouting, it can't be hidden at all;

Her upper body was as skinny as a praying mantis that had been hungry for three hundred years, but her lower body was like a fat horse raised in a rich pasture of a nobleman.

She has a triangular face and extremely high cheekbones, and she always likes to spend unnecessary money on unnecessary accessories.

——For example, a hat with a whole stuffed bird sewn on it.

Dan Budge said he had no problem with the nice hat.

If it is worn on the head of a slim and beautiful lady, it is a beautiful hat, which makes people praise its elegance.

If it is worn on an ugly person's head, it is like a very valuable hat being blown away by a storm and falling on a head where it should not fall.

——But even so, he still loved her.

The old sheriff slapped the two pieces of old flesh along his lower back, over the cold iron barrel and belt.

He smiled obscenely at the three young men.

"Because of this thing, I fell in love with her at first sight."

Rose's face was filled with disgust. "Doing this to a lady, no wonder the police have such a bad reputation among the public nowadays - and you still haven't explained why you didn't sleep together?"

The old sheriff clapped his hands twice more and lamented, "It's also because of this thing."

Rose: ...

Kingsley: ...

The only one who didn't understand was Halida.

"Maybe we can chat about the case."

Kingsley really couldn't stand the old man talking dirty in front of him and Rose - as a gentleman, he had the right to refuse to start a topic that would be embarrassing.

Whether Rose is a 'lady' or not.

She shouldn't have to listen to a nearly fifty-year-old guy telling jokes about things below the waist in such an occasion.

If she listened and expressed 'uncomfortable', then Kingsley himself would be obliged to end the conversation: as the only respectable man present, he had to consider the feelings of the ladies.

"Well, I don't understand why 'Carlo' would spend his own money to have those women murder their husbands, fathers or brothers - if it takes a gang, there are obviously a lot of strong men in the South Side."

The old sheriff scratched his ears as he spoke: "If they must kill men, why don't they recruit women from the brothels? The girls there don't see anything else all day long."

Kingsley has his own guesses about this cult that isn't really a cult.

Just like the reason why Rose intervened in this case: for her harassed friend (actually just for fun).

The cultists' behavior became strange after they found Ms. Burns.

"There are many contradictions in the Silver Spindle's behavior," said Kingsley.

(End of this chapter)