The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 648 Ch.647 The Strange Allen Couple
The next day, Roland sent someone to invite Dan Budge and Kingsley again.

And Rose and Halida.

He believes that some things still require the presence of these four parties.

"So, how many people have slipped through the net during your investigation?"

Rose couldn't wait to ask before she even got on the carriage - she really wanted to experience such excitement again.

Especially after she had an argument with someone, and the other person had no way to deal with her...

It's much more interesting than having a verbal battle with Shandel.

"Obviously not. The interrogation of the other criminals has ended, leaving only Paula Carlo. She has a strange object in her mouth, so it is not convenient for her to speak, and her impression of the 'leader' is particularly vague..."

Roland told them what happened last night.

The power that allows people to cross space does not come from the road, but from a tooth-shaped strange object embedded in Paula Kahlo's mouth.

You know it if you think about it.

If it is the power of the road, Paula Kahlo must be Gao Huan: then, the four people present last night will all die.

"You are getting bolder and bolder, Rose," Roland poked her forehead with his index finger, "You shouldn't have rushed in recklessly. If Mr. Budge and Kingsley were hurt..."

Dan Budge was sitting opposite, and seeing Roland's behavior, he couldn't help but hum a few times in his throat.

——If you really want to punish people, you won’t do it in front of them.

Who are you for?
"Okay, sir, okay. I forgive your friend," the old sheriff pretended not to see the two people's behavior of flirting in the name of "punishment". "To be honest, I was very angry yesterday, but in the end, this matter really didn't cause any trouble..."

Rose blinked. "Why do you call Roland 'Sir'?"

Because he’s the fucking executive.

Dan Budge glared at Rose and looked away before she could glare back.

"In short, my friend was indeed a little impulsive in some aspects. I think it was also due to her constant urging of punishing evil and promoting good. I apologize to you on her behalf, Mr. Budge."

The sheriff laughed twice, neither awkwardly nor awkwardly.

Rather than asking him to believe that this crazy girl's 'recklessness' was really for justice, it would be better to let him believe that the queen on the throne was actually a man in disguise, just to have a legitimate and happy marriage with his cousin in front of everyone.

At least it's somewhat reliable.

After all, the queen's demands on the same sex have long been far more stringent than those on men, so much so that when chatting in some indecent occasions, drunken gentlemen would always discuss whether she was abused by a maid in her childhood...

The old sheriff smacked his lips and made small talk: "The weather is really nice, and the fog has lessened."

"Mr. Budge, I made an appointment with you and Kingsley today, actually because of Alan." Roland went straight to the point.

Alan?

Kingsley was also stunned.

The beaten woman...

What's the problem?
"I don't suggest you sympathize with a murderer, Roland." Kingsley always felt that Roland's soul was somewhat similar to his appearance, and believed that his purpose today was to persuade the old sheriff to treat the other's children well.

"of course not."

Roland folded his hands and placed them casually on the silver handle of his cane.

"As a friend, I just want to help you with your ideals and career in a small way..."

As the only 'Riddler' in the carriage, Roland naturally received the cold stares from everyone in the carriage - but he did feel the Riddler's happiness.

The carriage soon arrived at the place where Rose had met Dan Budge.

That shabby house.

In front of the Allens' house. However, Roland did not take them in. Instead, he went around to the back alley and knocked on another door.

The woman who opened the door had a rosy apple-like face.

"Good day."

Roland bowed and let Dan Budge out.

The old sheriff glanced at Roland, straightened his police uniform, and cleared his throat - but before he could say anything, the woman in the room screamed!

"I didn't break the law!"

Dan Budge: …

"Shut your mouth!" The sheriff kicked the door viciously, glanced at the two siblings squatting in the mud corner, and subconsciously lowered his voice: "I want to ask something. If you lie..."

"I promise not!"

The woman promised again and again: "My husband and I are both well-behaved! Sir! I am busy taking care of the children all day long, and he is also in the mud all day long. How can we have time to do such immoral things? Besides, we also--"

"Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me - shut up! Bitch! Listen! To! Me!"

The old sheriff became impatient and put on his vicious look again, spitting in the woman's face.

"Tell me, do you know the man in the house ahead?"

The woman tugged at her shirt, looked in the direction where Butch's finger was pointing, fixed her eyes, and blurted out, "Long Pole Allen's home?"

Dan Budge frowned: "We just met."

"Yes, sir," the woman said with disdain, "Long Pole Allen, sir. He is a window knocker who doesn't make much money every week and is as thin as a pole..."

She didn't think highly of Ellen's husband - how could he get a good opinion if he couldn't support a woman?

But on the other hand, she praised him.

"You know, we always like to talk a lot. Why should we be beaten? We are also trying to make a living. Look, I have two children. Maybe next year there will be a third or fourth. They need food and clothes. Those big shots only talk. My husband has to be on guard against those shady people after he finishes his work every day-"

The old sheriff breathed a sigh of relief and interrupted: "So."

“So…” The woman laughed awkwardly, poking her head out like a thief, looking left and right, her voice barely audible: “…A few days ago, a woman was beaten to death nearby, and her husband was taken away by the police. They said he would never come back unless he paid a certain amount of money…Oh, that’s…”

The old sheriff was almost unable to bear it: "So."

“Oh, so,” the woman raised her hand and scratched her armpit, “so we’ve never heard of Long Pole Alan beating people like that.”

This is something new.

Generally speaking, husbands would get off work at night, wake up their dozing wives with the bread they had bought, and while the bread was still softening in the oven, do something they wanted to do, such as beat up their children or their wives, wipe off the mud on their bodies, and then use the few words in their heads to curse them.

After taking a few more bites, he lay down to sleep.

Others simply don't come back, and go in groups of two or three to houses in the old streets, playing cards or doing something else, and spending all the money in their pockets.

Ellen's husband does not.

He seemed particularly 'well-behaved', so well-behaved that he didn't seem like a real man.

The window knocker got up early every day, finished his work, and went to the dock to move boxes. In the evening, he went home with food, and the cycle repeated the next day.

According to the woman, she had never heard her husband talk about Allen, who was not a sociable person at all.

The more the old sheriff listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

Kingsley could think of more.

He turned sideways and glanced at the black-haired man who was talking in a low voice with Halida.

How did Roland guess?
(End of this chapter)