The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 646 Ch.645 Paula Caro
Paula Kahlo was completely confused.

So does Roland.

Neither the executive nor the cultist had expected that on this night as peaceful as so many yesterdays, they would meet each other in a destined state of shock:
This surprise was like the white blood that finally broke through the siege with burning passion and courage, but was horrified to find feces in front of it.

Each of them thought the other shouldn't be there.

Of course, the cult lady never had the chance to continue using her magical powers.

After being captured, the Tribunal was her last stop.

While cleaning up the scene, Dan Budge rudely rejected Roland's invitation - he should have escorted the prisoner to the court with them, and had some more invisible honor on his shoulders:

But he firmly stated that he did not want Roland or the court to report his involvement in the case to Scotland Yard and the Inspectorate.

'No one likes a boss like that. If you can, please don't do it, Mr. Collins.'

Roland understood the old detective's concerns to some extent, and promised him that from now on, he would have an executive officer friend.

'So, if I go to the Flower Street, I don't have to pay?'

He scratched his butt and then suddenly realized: "We didn't pay in the first place."

Paul Kara and other parricide suspects will be repeatedly interrogated.

If nothing goes wrong, their final destination is the gallows. But Ms. Paul doesn't need to worry, as the leader of the cult and a ritualist who has just touched the mystery, her future is the holy flame that can purify the soul.

No matter how dirty, vile, or shameless a person is.

As long as they are baptized and purified by the Holy Flame, Roland can guarantee that they will never do bad things again.

Besides.

When they met, Roland also hugged Kingsley:
The reason for mentioning this little episode is that when the three people hurried back to the scene, they found that the usually serious detective was sitting in the center of the room, surrounded by a circle of women with their hands and feet tied.

Their wailing sounds gave this dilapidated old house a strange color.

He was listening to their cries of injustice.

Like a judge with unique tastes.

"…Do I have to kill my husband?! She gave me three pounds! She tempted me with money! Sir! That's three pounds! Do you know how long it takes for people like us to save three pounds?"

The broad-shouldered woman twisted her hips and cried while begging the man in the high seat.

"...Please let me go! Even if...even if...even if I have to pay something..."

Maybe she had used this trick when she was young, a trick that worked well most of the time - she just forgot her age.

When her skin began to lose its luster and the smell emitted by her sweat glands no longer made people's blood boil, this trick was like death and stupidity: she was completely unaware of it, but others were the ones suffering.

Kingsley had two guns and a dagger at his side.

Halida stood not far behind him, holding the blood-stained knife.

While waiting for Rose and Dan Budge, the detective had time to relight the kerosene lamp in the room, and took out a small notebook from somewhere, and took out a pen to record what these women said -

Most of these women who killed their relatives, friends, or brothers received three pounds from Carlo.

Three pounds.

This was the leading cause of more than a dozen murders.

This is indeed a shortcut for the ignorant.

Roland walked into the room with a smile, opened his arms, and hugged Kingsley - the other party was very resistant and said that their relationship was not good enough to require a hug.

"We've been through life and death together, Kingsley."

"I'll take a bullet for you if need be. Next time, just shake hands."

For detectives, the way to express intimacy may be to use such awkward words.

He waited until Roland patted him on the back before he reluctantly responded, "Nice to meet you, Collins."

"I'm also excited to meet my future great detective in London."

The old sheriff was whistling behind him and saying something like, 'It seems that praying in His name does work.'

Rose kicked him in the ankle.

"So, can anyone tell me, what happened?"

Roland asked as he walked among the trapped women and came to the pile of corpses in the corner:

In addition to the cultists killed by Rose, the Sheriff, Kingsley and Halida during the battle, there was also a "bloodless" corpse - that was the woman who had made a deal with Kingsley before.

Now, her child is in Dan Budge's home, taken care of by his wife. "A mad woman who killed her husband for money, left her few feelings to her children." Since Roland got off the carriage, Rose has been circling around him, no longer paying attention to Kingsley and Halida.

"When did you become interested in cultists?"

“My friend was harassed by them.”

"You're not talking about Taylor, are you?"

"Ms. Burns, my new friend, she—" Rose paused and coughed a few times, which was unusual for her. It seemed that she had caught a cold from that second on. "I'm too tired recently, Roland."

The 'weak' girl rubbed her arms a few times as if no one was around under the strange gazes of the sheriff and the detective, and her voice became like some kind of sticky sweet sauce that was very good at beating the mouth: "I made friends with this lady with a bad reputation because of your Halida."

"Although she doesn't match the rumors, I've been spending a lot of time these days - ordering the Shelley family's servants around, following Kingsley and this old man around..."

"do you know?"

"I originally wanted Shandel to help. After all, Halida is your servant..."

The curly-haired girl looked indignant, as if she was really feeling sorry for Roland: "She actually said 'I don't care' - listen, Roland, she is like this. When you are not around, she talks like this!"

"Cough cough cough..."

As she spoke, she started coughing again.

She is sick.

I'm sick from exhaustion.

Kingsley: ...

Dan Budge...

Halida: ...

Miss Rose.

In fact, Mr. Collins could not have failed to see you running after the unconscious Carlo and kicking him in the eye with the toe of your boot.

"Are you sick?" Roland was a little nervous. "A cold?"

The pale-faced girl nodded softly: "Well, maybe, maybe..."

Roland silently walked around and retreated behind Halida.

"Then don't infect me."

Rose: ...

"You blind bastard! You—"

Dan Budge: "I now believe that she is not your lover."

Kingsley: "I will not seek an overly 'lively' woman who has no manners and no trace of wisdom in her head."

Looking at the two entangled figures, the old sheriff grinned and chuckled a few times.

"You don't understand yet, boy."

He reached out and patted Kingsley on the shoulder.

After the case was over, he actually had a better impression of the young man.

——At least he is not that stupid, and he will never pretend to know something like some idiots.

"This is love."

Kingsley silently glanced at the woman who was trying to climb onto Roland and ride on his neck, as well as Halida who was anxiously trying to stop her, and shrugged casually: "I don't need a woman, Sheriff."

“Every truth requires enough patience, wisdom and vision.”

“I don’t have the extra energy to devote to them.”

Dan Budge smiled even more meanly. "Oh, yes, that's right, detective boy. I guess you've been living a rich life since you were born, right?"

Kingsley wondered, "What does this have to do with what we're talking about?"

"Of course I have," the old sheriff lowered his head and lit a cigarette, then made an inexplicable 'stabbing' gesture: "You are different from the poor. You don't have to pick up the iron hook and turn the firewood back and forth in the fireplace yourself - otherwise you would have felt how addictive this fun thing is."

Kingsley shook his stiff face.

"I think I never will, sir."

(End of this chapter)