The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 656 Ch.655 Familiar Questions

The case of Paula Caro is closed.

The inquisition of her went very smoothly, and she herself was about to enter the Holy Flame and never do evil again in her life.

Roland took Halida with him today just for another reason.

The magical item that allows Paula Caro to gain the power of "crossing space".

——First, a few names should be mentioned.

Kingsley, Dan Budge, the eldest daughter of the Shelley family and Collins' maid.

As a detective, Kingsley receives no praise from any party - neither materially nor verbally.

Needless to say, Dan Bage will not appear in the file.

As for the eldest daughter of the Shelley family...

The court had done James Shelley a favour by not revealing her name.

The person who benefited the most from the poisoning case was Roland.

Although all he paid out was a confused uppercut.

"So, you're here to ask for favors for your maid?"

When Roland entered the room, an invisible blade came towards him and chopped the bouquet in his hand into pieces - it should be much lighter, or more dangerous than described.

"First, I must report to my chief judge what happened in Porto Porti, an ancient and perhaps still extant sect."

Roland put down the rose wrapped in newspaper and flicked the dripping, peeking little petals with his index finger.

"Secondly, I will tell my presiding judge the details of the Paula Kahlo poisoning case..."

"at last."

Roland paused.

"Personally, I missed you."

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Roland went to the office to see Enid the night he returned.

When we met today, she didn't mention where she went that night - high-ring ritualists always have something important to do, right?

The two people entangled for a while, and then quickly separated.

The reason came from the word Roland uttered.

"A secret meeting with the hanging key?"

Enid was a little surprised: "You mean, the secret meeting with the hanging key?"

Roland was even more surprised: "What secret meeting?"

Enid: ...

"It seems I know why Fernandez doesn't like working recently."

Roland: "He doesn't like to work because of the women in the red-light district, not because of me."

"That's not good."

The woman touched her torn hair in a rather coquettish manner, and half-complainingly rubbed the beads of sweat on Roland's unbuttoned chest with her fingers.

He crushed the living ones and used his fingernails to scrape the dead ones together and gather them together again.

A frivolous game.

"You always encounter strange things, Roland. Sometimes, I always feel that you still have many secrets that you haven't told me..."

Roland gathered her long hair and ran his fingers through it like a comb: "We haven't been honest enough with each other, Enid."

"Me?" The woman raised her head, her cheeks flushed with a light layer of rouge. "I have no secrets from you, Roland."

If you want to ask for directions in the forest, it's best to ask the young ones.

Ripe fruits are very good at lying.

Roland smiled and said, "Do you want to talk to me about the Holy Flame?"

Enid was silent.

She vented her anger on the sweat with her fingernails and pressed a small cross on Roland's chest. Without waiting for the man to get angry, she gently pushed him away and fled from the sofa to the cabinet.

"Women always have secrets."

"The older a woman is, the more secrets she has..." Roland rubbed the itchy indentation: "Why do you always remind me of my age?"

Enid's eyebrows curved: "It's to remind myself."

She leaned her arm against the tall cabinet, poured water with one hand, and casually pulled her already loose nightgown with the other hand - this would arouse suspicion, making people wonder whether there was a golden clam hidden in the skirt that was more precious than gold and aroused greed.

"I haven't heard that the chief judge doesn't allow people to get married." Roland took out a cigar and lit it with the incense on the table.

Enid frowned, "We agreed not to talk about this, Roland."

"I didn't tell you."

"Collins." Enid's expression gradually froze.

My brother.

She put the glass bottle down, strolled over to the man, leaned over and took his cigar - of course, he didn't resist.

"From the day I became the chief judge, these countless enjoyments filled every day of my life."

Only at this moment does a charming woman reveal her charm. She semen is frivolously mixed in her mouth with her own breath and then lightly blows it onto her lover's face.

The pair of eyes that pierced through the white mist looked at her quietly, as if they kept asking "why" every time in every scene.

The eyes that had forgotten the answer met his and looked back.

--She could be affectionate to a thousand men, Roland Collins, and Roland Collins every day, every month, every year, every time.

They both knew this in their hearts.

She squandered her love words and provoked people like this, but she was not afraid that she would run out of words one day.

She has another more direct way of expressing it, like a perfect cat who always likes to play tricks on people before biting off their vertebrae, using her sharp claws to satisfy her own evil intentions.

The same is true for Enid Jutia as for Roland.

She is also so malicious that she wants to tease people until they are completely impatient and reveal their irresistible true nature.

"Ok."

Roland pulled his cigar back from her lips.

"Ok."

He compromises.

"I just don't want every time we meet to be like the cultists of Cradle of Flesh and Blood."

Indulge in the relief of the flesh.

Of course Enid knew exactly what the words meant, but she was like a child who didn't understand. Suddenly, a thousand strands of sadness appeared in her brown eyes: "You're tired of me, aren't you?"

Why does this sound so familiar?

Roland: "...Enid."

The woman laughed heartily, and kissed Roland's forehead gently while he looked annoyed.

"My love, my children, my bones and flesh..."

"I can't give you more."

She was like a high-class prostitute who was always on the lookout and only made promises when she was having fun - but even thinking that for half a second was a great insult to Enid.

So, Roland respected the riddle behavior of this woman-hating person.

He has his own way of getting to the bottom of it.

"If you could share some of your good mood with my brothers and sisters, there wouldn't be so many rumors saying that you have been unhappy for the past year, breaking someone's legs or setting someone's clothes on fire all day long."

"Who are they?" Enid stroked her hair, found a hairpin on the table, sat down next to Roland, and raised it in a naive way: "Whoever made fun of them will take care of it."

"You really should work for the Church of Justice." Roland took the hairpin and planned to give her the worst hairstyle ever.

This hair seems to be some kind of switch.

When they were coiled up, the two stopped talking about stories, rough or tender.

"The Secret Order of the Hanging Key is a cult founded by some people who believe they have noble bloodlines. Since you mentioned Cavendish, you should know what they mean by 'primitive people'."

"To be honest, I don't know." Roland twisted Enid's hair, and after he had tied up the thickest strands, he used his fingers to pick out two strands on each side as 'antennae' - this style was called "Ms. Cockroach of the Inquisition".

"They seem to be looking for a god that doesn't exist, saying that god created the bloodline and gave them a higher status than other humans - this is one of the stupidest lies I have ever heard."

Roland clapped his hands and told Enid to look in the mirror.

(End of this chapter)