The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 681: Dodge and Evil Blood
Miss Deloze is a talkative person, especially when talking about science. This new wave is obviously also washing over a girl standing quietly at the crossroads of fate.

She talked nonstop, telling Roland a lot about what she had seen and heard in the academy, those girls under ten years old, those girls who were about to grow up, the jokes they made, the strict or humorous tutors, the pros and cons of an all-girls academy, the bad boys from Chettenham Academy next door who often strolled around the academy gate...

She was talkative and tried to introduce Roland to her mentor's research project, tapping Roland's ears like a woodpecker between science and theology.

Some 'deviant' thoughts came out naturally after she saw through Roland's gentleness.

For example, the hottest topic nowadays.

"What do you think, Mr. Collins? Darwin, and his painstaking work."

"You want to ask me where humans come from."

"I want to ask, but I'm afraid no one can figure this out. I bought that gentleman's book, but I didn't have time to finish reading it."

Droz said.

“I personally believe that this is a groundbreaking masterpiece.”

She is in favor.

They believe that, as Darwin said, organisms gradually developed from simple to complex, from low to high - only lazy people who cannot use their brains would attribute this exquisite process to the so-called "god".

They are not.

Everything is the result of the internal struggle of nature.

"Don't you think that the poor and the rich in London are just as that gentleman described them?"

Deloz was very enthusiastic and talked about academics, just like the ladies in the circle talked privately about the waists that young people never know are tired.

"'Survival resources are limited, so there will inevitably be fierce competition between individuals and species. This struggle for survival is the driving force of biological evolution' - you see, the poor got the opportunity, worked hard, and became rich..."

"From then on, I became 'another animal'. Isn't that wonderful?"

This statement is really harsh, but Deloz thinks it is a bit harsh, but isn't it correct?

"Almost two different animals, Mr. Collins. If you had actually seen them--"

She was right.

"According to what you said, the 'evolutionary process' of humans is much more difficult and cruel than that of other animals."

Deloz nodded: "The higher the intelligence, the more bad ideas you can come up with."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a little nervous:

"You won't accuse me of 'blasphemy', will you?"

Roland shook his head: "The benefactor is far more tolerant than you and I imagined."

"Yes, at least more tolerant than those priests." Deloz glanced at him and added in his mind: He is also more tolerant than the rumored executive.

They had a pleasant chat, especially about Miss Deloz's "knowledge". Roland could see that she was different from Rose in that she was eager for knowledge from the bottom of her heart and tried her best to find these magical things that could broaden people's horizons.

She loved thinking as much as Rose loved stealing.

This scholarly temperament made up for her "lack" for the red-light district. For a long time, rather than talking, she was immersed in her own desire to express herself. Giles was very worried that Devinson's friends would get angry, and worried that her sister's "problem" would anger an impatient flame messenger.

Roland listened with great interest.

They left each other their contact information.

Taylor's, of course.

——Unconsciously, Mr. Randolph Taylor made many friends whom he had never met before.

As midnight approached, Devinson and Roland also stood up and said goodbye.

He should have stayed, but thinking of Roland riding alone, he suppressed his heat, moved his hips, and kissed his lover goodbye in disappointment: their intimate behavior made Deloz feel a little awkward.

"I thought you were going to stay."

"That was the original plan."

Leaving the "Fonseca House" and heading out onto the street.

Roland took a deep breath of the fishy stench of the city and stretched his stiff arms on the quiet street.

“Have you ever considered bringing Ms. Fonseca home to live with you?”

Roland would not mention 'marriage'. They had talked enough before, so there was no need to tell jokes.

"Roland."

Fernandez put his hat on and tightened his sleeves.

"Be careful when investigating a case in Basildon. Remember to bring Kratov with you." He turned around and looked at the young man with a moon-shaped veil on his shoulders.

"Good night."

…………

……

Before leaving for Basildon, the Taylors' messenger delivered a letter.

Inside the letter was a sentence written by Randolph:

"Your letter."

There is a letter within a letter.

The second letter was sealed with wax and contained an even shorter reply.

"it is good."

Roland was unable to react for a moment until he remembered what he had written to Rupert Benevento at Taylor's house a few days ago.

The next morning, Roland arrived at the agreed location by car.

Shandel was already waiting there.

She wore a red and black plaid skirt and a cherry-colored necklace around her white neck. Bonnet, who had gray hair with small roses sewn on her hair, held a strawberry-colored parasol with a branch pattern.

Like a character that should remain on the canvas forever.

"Ms. Cinder is so beautiful."

Halida sighed softly.

She thought that the most beautiful woman around Mr. Collins was Cinderella Kratov (although she was terrible), followed by Rose.

"Yes, she is indeed incomparable."

Got off the carriage.

Halida took the parasol and the shoulder bag hanging on Shandel's arm with great tact, whispered a greeting, and retreated behind her master without saying a word.

Shandel was very satisfied.

You can tell from her dress that she is in a good mood today.

The house where Mr. Anchel rented was not far away. The two waited for less than three minutes, and the dusty old man came over - there was a reason for his lateness.

"Coffee, sir, ma'am, oh, and this——"

"Her name is Halida."

A long-hired carriage and driver (in the correct order) would take them from London to Essex.

On the way, old Anchel supplemented the three people with details of what they had not had time to say in the club that day.

Some weird things happened to Little John.

"…He's a good boy, going to school in Chettenham. Half a month? Probably, I should be able to remember, it was half a month ago. He stumbled into the door, and he didn't look very well - my wife said that he didn't eat much that day and went upstairs in a hurry."

"Oh, he also asked the servants if there were any musical instruments in the house..."

Old Anchel was not too stupid. When the incident happened, he immediately summoned his servants and wife and wrote down all the strange things that happened to his son.

"And blood."

When this word was mentioned, he became like an agitated animal and suddenly became nervous.

"...I swear, a servant smelled blood at his door...I'm afraid it was sheep's blood."

"How can you be sure?"

Old Anchel rubbed his arms: "Miss, we live in the country."

Shandel took Roland's arm and tilted her head slightly on his shoulder.

"Sheep's blood."

She muttered softly.

"Every ritual that uses sheep's blood is evil enough, Mr. Ancher. I'm afraid your son has done something stupid enough to turn him into ashes..."

(End of this chapter)