The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 687 Ch.686 The End of Punishment

Roland couldn't do the so-called 'extraction' treatment.

After checking the Ancher couple and the servants in the old house separately, it was found that most of them were in the 'early stage' - that is, Pearl was only feeding on their emotions.

They are all saved.

"Let's call someone."

Roland really needs help.

In this regard, there is someone who is far better than him.

"Let's go back and inform Crow."

The great technique that Mr. Crow has learned can change one's appearance, so removing the alien from his ear shouldn't be a difficult task.

Before that, though.

They heard another bad news from John Anchel.

"…How do I know this thing can kill people?! If it is really dangerous, I will never share it with my friends…"

After hearing Roland's words, the uneasy boy no longer dared to get angry with his father.

He confessed his actions frankly - at first he just felt that as the leader of a gang, he had to come up with something cool and convincing...

Who knew this thing could kill people?

Who knew he would die?
Yes.

As the 'gang leader', John Anchel distributed this stuff to many people.

Some are given for free, and some are paid for.

Old Anchel did not lose his temper.

He was desperate.

Roland has a problem.

A question of quantity.

The pearls in the shell are not inexhaustible. Except for a ritualist whose identity is unknown, who borrowed John Anchel's room to perform a ritual, obtained "some" pearls from the Siren, and erased his memory - where did the other pearls come from?
"…a girl who was too 'jolly' fell out of a window and broke her neck."

John shrank his head, a little nervous: "Harvey found some from her ears, and then several people died..."

Thomas Harvey.

The second in command of the Bad Boy Gang.

"It's dead."

Roland pondered: "But even if someone died, you don't think this thing would really kill people - you think that it is a problem that only people with 'weak will' will have. As long as you don't go to high and dangerous places, nothing will happen... right?"

John Anchel didn't like this kind of police questioning.

He glared at Roland fiercely, then quickly looked away before the other raised his head.

Shandel was in a very happy mood.

Following Roland, I can always see stories that are far more interesting than those in the theater.

“…This is what you came here for, and this is what you should do.”

John Anchel could no longer maintain his tough tone, but his words were still not very pleasant: "... since you have received the money, you must... at least cure me, right?"

"If money could buy everything, my friend would have been a king long ago."

Roland patted his knees and stood up: "Maybe he doesn't have enough money, maybe."

Treatment for the Anchers was a big problem.

In addition, he also asked for paper and pen so that Halida could record the children in the school who had used the pearls - how many people had he given this thing to?
“…In the beginning, there were only seven or eight.”

Noticing that everyone in the room was staring at him with extremely angry eyes, Anchel quietly pulled up the blanket: "... Later, I sold a few to the girls from Queen's College myself, and gave a few away. I don't know how many Harvey sold or gave away..."

Roland had a headache.

In other words, this thing is almost everywhere.

"It makes you feel pretty impressive, doesn't it, Mr. John Ancher?"

There was no fluctuation in the sound.

"Your 'greatness' may lead to the deaths of dozens or hundreds of people. Their heads will become heavier and covered with pearls. They will happily jump off the roof like that girl, or, with a knife, kill people in a restaurant..."

"I think everyone who goes to hell will be grateful to John Anchel for being 'great' - you did a great job."

The teasing and sharp voice made the atmosphere in the room even more depressing.

Mrs. Ancher opened her mouth, wanting to say something on behalf of her son...

But the woman was still rational and knew what her child had done. If she spoke for him again at this time...

What else could she say for him?

She and her husband were almost killed. She began to wonder what was wrong with the way she treated John...

He has always been a good student who is praised by others.

"Can I still heal the disease?"

John Anchel's innocent and foolish question made old Anchel look away in pain.

Who doesn't love their children...

But that's stupid, John.

"give it to me."

Shandel winked at Halida and pulled Roland's hand.

"You go contact Fernandez and clean up the aliens in Chettenham and Queen's College. Leave this to me. I will use Mr. Kratov's connections to find Crow and have him come here as soon as possible..."

"Trust me, Roland. Even without the crows, I can find other ritualists who have studied Organology."

Shandel's palms were warm and strong.

So the three of them decided to act separately.

Shandel stayed in Basildon and passed messages to his grandfather through messengers. At the same time, he guarded the infected people here and forbade them to step out of the door to avoid causing more tragedies.

Roland and Halida went straight to the court.

…………

……

To be honest, neither Mrs. Ancher nor John Ancher, mother or son, had much faith in what a girl could do—even old Ancher would have preferred that the golden-eyed gentleman should stay and the gray-haired lady should ride in the carriage.

But they are now 'contagious' and no one can make any demands.

The servants were ordered to vacate the empty rooms on the first floor, leaving the largest one for Cinder Kratov. At the same time, they were also ordered by the master not to leave the Ancher family's villa for at least a week.

No going out is allowed.

"May I ask you and that gentleman's identities?"

Obviously, old Anchel's "obedience" came not only from the fear of the ringing in his ears, but also from a terrible guess.

If they didn't have an identity, two 'wandering' exorcists wouldn't do such a thing.

"You go contact Fernandez"——

Old Anchel prayed silently in his heart that these two people would not be the ones who only knew how to burn people.

should…

No way?
Otherwise, for doing such a bad thing, his son would have been burned to death long ago.

"us?"

In the living room, the wife and son also pricked up their ears secretly following the man's words.

"We are barely police officers, old man. Barely...," Chandel replied softly.

Anchel breathed a sigh of relief.

reluctantly.

That means that things are not yet beyond redemption.

"I still want to say, Miss, I still want to say thank you. Thank you and Mr. Collins for your help. I know that the Ancher family has little to exchange, and I am very lucky that you and your friends can provide me with help..."

Shandel smiled and shook his head, saying that any decent human being with extraordinary powers would not turn a blind eye to this tragedy.

These words made Anchel's heart, which had just been relieved, hang in the balance again.

He always felt that this girl was different from the others.

It's relatively reassuring when he has a cold face, but once he smiles gently, it makes people shudder.

"us…"

He rubbed his fingers together and whispered:
"I won't be punished after the treatment, will I?"

He meant a punishment like burning.

"Punishment? No, of course not."

"Not at all?"

"Not at all."

"But my son did such a thing, so... "

"Will there be no punishment?" Shandel's smile was as beautiful and bright as her red and black plaid skirt: "Oh, the punishment is over, dear old man."

(End of this chapter)