The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 642: The Lucky Destruction of the Elephant Gang

If the purpose of a cult is to kill women and win over men, it makes sense.

If they hate men, it makes sense that they want to kill all their relatives, no matter how close their blood relationship is.

But the "Silver Spindle" shouldn't have come to Burns.

This means that they are ready to take another path - the honest path.

"…win over those important women and gain a place in the upper class. Use words to create a storm and seek benefits or power - this is a very complicated and correct path."

Kingsley's voice was quiet.

But if the "Silver Spindle" really intends to do this, it means that they must not be a "cult".

Because once you are labeled as a "cult", no matter what your teachings are - even if it is "dedicating yourself to saving all living beings"...

That is also a cult.

If one was to step into the sunlight, into the foreground, into the ball, one had to be flawed in the most fundamental respect: and in that respect the Silver Spindle was too obviously flawed, in the eyes of the detective.

"If they want to do that, the last thing they should do is let those women kill their husbands, brothers and fathers."

Kingsley frowned.

Pay the money, this step is no problem.

Next, we should attract more women from the lower classes, so that they will not be afraid of threats from their husbands, obstructions from their families, or constraints from traditions. Let them hold their heads high, open their doors one by one, and walk through the streets and alleys.

Just like what happened in Innstown.

They should hold rallies and marches, speak to the government and all knowledgeable people in society, and seek help from others.

'Help us.'

"Whether you are a man or a woman—"

This is the right way to join the dance.

In the scenario envisioned by Kingsley, if something like this happened and caused an impact, there would definitely be many well-known people who would lend a hand:
Whether it's for fame or 'insignificant' financial help -

Whether it is a gentleman who values ​​reputation and is extremely vain, or a lady who has too much sympathy and is eager to find something to do all day long.

Both sides are happy to see this happen.

As the leader of the "Silver Spindle", Ms. Carlo will continue to appear in various salons and balls in the future.

In general.

Kingsley could not responsibly give a definite answer as to whether the plight of these marchers would change as a result.

But Ms. Carlo, and the big names who have joined the game of fame and fortune as a result, can definitely continue to gain what they want from social activities - reputation or money.

This is the correct way to play.

The correct way to join a social dance.

But the Silver Spindle was wrong.

Its leaders turned it into a complete cult—and after the evil name was firmly imprinted on their minds, they suddenly realized that they had taken the wrong path, turned the ship around, and prepared to change to a more correct route...

How can this be?

"If she's smart, she should abandon these women and rebuild an organization like... Golden Spindle or something like that, from scratch."

The detective was exceptionally indifferent:

“Although I don’t think that top-down activities can really bring any ‘dawn’ to those people - after all, we have the Holy Cross.”

"That's not a funny joke at all," the old sheriff gave him a sidelong glance, "but I agree with you."

He followed Kingsley's topic and talked about his wife and his lovely girl. The warmth from his heart finally melted the fierce look on the old man's face.

"My wife and I don't want any 'women's rights' or 'men's rights' - give us a holiday! A goddamn holiday! Men and women! Give us a raise! Reduce our working hours!"

The old sheriff blew his nose and slammed it against the wall.

"If the 'Silver Spindle' you're talking about is really a cult, you should have burned down all the textile factories in London long ago - do you know how many cases of factory owners raping textile workers we handled last month?"

Dan Budge was extremely disdainful of these businessmen who put a lot of money in their pockets:
"People's wealth increases too fast, and morality can't catch up. I took over a case in which the factory owner and his son were suing the same textile worker..."

When Rose asked about the result, the old sheriff just sneered:
"Which man would watch his woman being humiliated? What's more, her husband is not someone you can easily mess with - the man works in a leather factory, has many friends, and used to be a gangster. After hearing what his wife said about this, he found a few people the next night and broke the arm of the factory owner's son." The old sheriff raised his arm, but his forearm drooped weakly and swayed from side to side.

"like this."

"And then?" Rose asked.

then…

Dan Budge was silent for a few seconds.

“…Then, we arrested those who beat him up, and they are still incarcerated.”

"Just as I thought," Rose curled her lips, "Not as good as the Elephant Gang."

Elephant Gang?

The sheriff was stunned, then nodded: "That's true. When the Elephant Gang was still around, they did a better job than the Silver Spindle - although they also caused more trouble."

God knows how much trouble these women caused to the police when they dressed up beautifully and became outright thieves and swindlers.

Whenever the old sheriff brought people to the scene, not only did they have to face a crying, weak woman who wished she could be blown away by the wind, but they also had to endure verbal insults from the people around them.

'Blessed be the Lord! These are just two women! If they want to steal something, I'm William IV!'

You better be, sir.

And Dan Budge had had enough of these "gentlemen" who talked about art and poetry all day long, or talked about artillery and warships as if they had made them themselves - look down! The girl is putting her pocket watch in her pocket!
Your pocket watch!
yours!

In addition, there are those women who do not engage in crafty trades but instead plan to blackmail people - they never blackmail the poor, but only collude with prostitutes and choose gentlemen with particularly good reputations.

'Give me a hundred pounds.'

Not giving?

does not matter.

The next day, your friends might hear some rumors.

For example, not as good as half a little finger... or some weird words like that.

How can you prove it?
Need your wife's help?
If she speaks out, she will be dishonorable; if she remains silent, it proves that even your wife has acquiesced in this matter.

One hundred pounds, sir.

We shut up.

Of course, if it's two hundred pounds, all your friends will hear a more interesting rumor in time:

You nearly left my girl dead in the house!

Then, for a whole week, she had to walk like a crab - she was very annoyed about it and scolded him harshly, saying that she would never invite a tough guy like you to drink and have fun again.

The benefactor is above!
You are the destroyer of this business!
How is she going to do business for the next half month? !

terrible!

——Rose once thought that these women had no technical skills compared to her own business.

But they often make more money (of course, just like theft, this business also has risks. And how to judge the risks, measure the scale, and move forward or backward accurately... that is where the real "skill" lies.)
"I must say that the disappearance of the Elephant Gang is undoubtedly a good thing."

The old sheriff snorted, "If these women continue to go crazy, I think they will end up in the palace soon."

Rose blinked.

The Elephants are a good organization indeed - apart from their criminal activities (which is all there is to it).

But Rose never thought about rebuilding the Elephant Gang.

That's Annie's gang.

She has her own now.

"Tell me in detail about the factory owner and his son," Rose snapped her nails and asked with a smile, "I want to know which gentleman has such a close relationship with his son..."

Kingsley stood in the shadows and glanced at Rose silently.

(End of this chapter)