The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 649 Ch.648 It's Okay

Long Pole Allen never fits in with others. He lives a very disciplined life and never beats his woman. In addition to this woman, Dan Budge also knocked on the doors of other residents.

They all said so.

Some women said that even if their husbands beat them every now and then, as long as they could bring back money and earn a lot, they would be happy to be beaten - after all, they always have so much flesh on their bodies, how heavy can the fist of a man who has worked hard all day be?
Other women praised Long Rod Allen and his wife.

"We are just trying to survive, sir. You see, although the pole doesn't make much money, he and his wife are so good. We have never heard them quarrel or smash things. They are just like the first day they got married..."

"Look at it this way, it doesn't matter if you have less money. No matter what, you can still survive, right?"

Dan Budge repeatedly asked them if this couple had ever had an argument, not even once?

'We haven't heard of it, anyway.'

The walls here are very thin, and any loud noise cannot be hidden from other neighbors.

"That's weird."

Dan Budge scratched his thigh.

If that is the case, Alan, why did that vicious woman insist on killing her husband?

The old sheriff apparently had not yet realized a terrible conclusion.

Kingsley realized.

He stepped forward, passed Bachi, and asked the woman, "Their child was sick a few days ago, right?"

The woman said "Oh" and waved her hands: "It's hopeless, sir, it's hopeless. I saw the doctor carrying the medicine box and walking away with his head down. I heard, just heard, that the medicine alone would cost at least two or three pounds..."

“I also advised her.”

The woman told Kingsley that she had dealt with Allen and had spoken to him several times. She had even persuaded him to secretly throw away the sick child when she was washing clothes.

There are ditches everywhere and the weather hasn't really warmed up yet.

One night is about enough.

Maybe when the water rushes in, there will be a few more stray dogs, scattered and invisible, so it won’t be a problem to have a few more in the future.

She smacked her lips a few times and took the curious child behind her: "But it's hard to see, sir. Her husband has been in poor health recently. I don't know what disease he has contracted. He is about to cough up the meat in his stomach. He walks unsteadily all day long. He might collapse on the road one day..."

Dan Budge grew more silent as he listened.

He's not really stupid.

I just didn't expect this sad and paranoid ending.

He couldn't imagine and didn't dare to delve into whether this murder was a one-sided murder...

Or is it a solemn and tender conspiracy between husband and wife.

Three pounds.

He opened his mouth, only to find that his throat was already covered with dried mucus without him noticing.

Kingsley came to Roland silently.

"…Maybe I should have asked the neighbors earlier." He muttered to himself, wanting to put his arrogance into a rope and hang it on the gallows - but it was invisible and Kingsley could do nothing about it.

He felt very guilty and unwilling to accept this.

I feel guilty for not discovering the secret earlier, otherwise, the woman named Allen might not have - maybe she would still be punished, but at least she wouldn't die without even a name.

He was unwilling to accept his "failure". When he felt so smart that he thought his wisdom could easily run over grass and stones like a wheel, and he could look down on these "stupid and ignorant" poor people and the inexperienced police who never followed the rules -

But he failed.

Because of arrogance.

"A tragedy."

He said calmly.

That was his final assessment of the miserable couple.

Roland was no longer as enthusiastic as he was when they met yesterday, nor did he give him real comfort - helping his career and ideals, but that was all.

The golden eyes hidden between the hat brim and the hair were scorching, steaming the black smoke rising in the distance. Kingsley put the two dead people behind his mind in an instant and asked Roland: "Did you poison your husband unilaterally for three pounds, or...conspiracy?"

Roland's answer was a little subtle.

"The answer is already in the words of these neighbors, Kingsley."

The detective frowned: "I need evidence."

"That's just what you need." Roland pressed down the brim of his hat and chuckled. "It seems that our detective still has a long way to go - until you learn to squat down and look straight at those you think are troublesome or inferior."

Kingsley turned silently and looked at the two people who were cursing - Dan Budge and Rose.

He thought about it.

"Go to the sheriff's house and find a doctor for Alan's child. As it happens, my client... is also the person your maid wants to see, and he knows some medical skills."

This is not a reward born out of shame, but another unwillingness born out of unwillingness.

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On the way to visit the dog breeder, the carriage was much more depressing than when we came here.

For Dan Budge, he has seen too many tragic stories that make people want to cry all night.

The Allens' story is just one of many, and it's not even the saddest.

Rose, on the other hand, remained silent at the couple's 'stupidity'.

——Is there anything more important than being alive?
Put yourself in her shoes. Although she would also feel pain because of the death of her child, but... as long as she is alive, is there no other chance?
Rose couldn't understand.

She thought that both the couple were somewhat mentally ill.

If it were her, knowing that the child was sick and cost three pounds, she would never watch her husband die - she would take a knife and sneak into a jewellery shop at night.

Or go to Red Street to look for those drunken gentlemen.

Between money and life, those who have money always choose quickly and accurately.

Rose's opinion is:

If I don't have a good life, no one will have a good life.

——This can be regarded as Miss Snitch’s unique Elephant Gang-style outlook on life.

"You think the same as I do, don't you?" She nudged Roland with her elbow, and her soft question was filled with certainty: Roland was the same as her.

She had known it since she was in Fork County.

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Mr. Jack Black, the dog breeder at Cross Street Apartments, was the man who reminded Halida of the effects of Dover Powder - he obviously knew something about medicine, otherwise he wouldn't have seen at a glance that Halida's brother was hopeless and told her not to worry about it.

When the old sheriff came to visit holding the sleeping child in his arms and explained his purpose, the man with curly hair and face gently took the child.

He touched the child's forehead, pinched his mouth open, checked the soles of his feet and armpits in turn, and asked a few questions.

A more muted answer was given.

"You also know what many doctors used to do. In addition to cutting hair and taking care of wigs, some people who have no skills will make a living by cheating - cheating the ignorant poor people, which can make more money than waiting for work all day."

Blake handed the child back to the gloomy old sheriff.

"You mean..."

Dan Bage finally realized that this sorry story actually had a more humorous ending.

"That's what I mean, ladies and gentlemen." The dog breeder held the spoon, scooped a ball of cooked potato into his mouth, and looked around at the people: "The child is not sick."

He said.

"It's okay."

(End of this chapter)