The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 703 Ch.702 The Choice of Shadow
After Peter Heller displayed his incomparable and terrifying power, no one dared to move even a step - like a group of flesh and blood sculptures under a spell, everyone stood still beside the fountain, waiting for an ending that had long been predetermined.

"In a way, we have the Tea Party to thank for that."

Peter Heller said.

The chaos ended quickly.

The good news is that after checking, the number of 'infected' people is not large - most of the kids are not too stupid, especially when it comes to 'gangs', these gentlemen of some status have already received similar education and admonitions.

Except for a group of lawless students led by Thomas Harvey, or those who joined for the sake of excitement.

After final calculation, the number of infected people is still within a controllable range.

They would be sent to the court for questioning, and the other bailiffs would be travelling around London for some time afterwards.

Catching these unlucky guys is just the beginning.

"Ms. Jutia told me about 'rabid dogs' and 'thugs'."

On the way back, the old gentleman mentioned the gang.

Or organization.

As York and Roland had said, the case fell to his mentor.

"To be honest, I'm not very willing to take over. From the past few cases, I've seen that this group of people has no order and no respect for rules. Whether we catch them alive or not, we have to chase them like hounds for at least half a year..."

Peter Heller said this, shaking his head.

His time is valuable.

More valuable than Fernandez and the Blade.

He is Gao Huan.

He was going to participate in a competition at the poker salon held at the club.

I also have to take York and take some free time to watch horse racing.

Occasionally I go fishing.

He was too busy, and if he chased this group of people all day, he would have no time to do anything else.

The old gentleman complained to Roland in a steady and calm tone.

It seems that every executor in the Inquisition has his or her own little hobby that he or she cannot give up.

"Lady Jutia knew I was very busy, but she still gave me this task."

Peter Heller sighed and looked embarrassed:

"She said she was not in a hurry, but as an executive officer, she could not fail to fulfill her duty as a sword."

Although Roland felt that he wanted to fulfill his responsibilities as a poker player.

This old man is not scary when you get close to him, but rather makes you feel friendly.

He was more interesting than he seemed from a distance.

"You're going to have to work hard, York."

Roland teased.

Little York shook his head, as serious as if he was the captain: "The instructor must have his reasons for doing this."

"Yes, York, I took you to the poker salon not for superficial entertainment," Hele said with approval, "This kind of competitive game will make your mind more sensitive and make your judgment of the relationship between people more accurate... You will even gradually know who is lying..."

"What a novel way of talking nonsense."

"The executive officers are all talented."
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He is the only executive officer who can stay in the Inquisition.

Fernandez, the street speaker.

Peter Heller, tournament poker player.

Ms. Blade, a library of dirty jokes.

Roland Collins, cult leader and veteran napping expert.

"You just said that group of people were...disorderly?" Roland asked casually.

"Indeed, Roland."

The old gentleman began to tap his knee with his fingers out of habit.

Whenever he thinks.

"I investigated the entire case, from beginning to end. You should have heard of the one wearing a wolfhound mask and calling himself "Mad Dog" and the one wearing a sheep's head mask and calling himself "Thug", the two cultists who were everywhere seeking justice for the citizens—"

“But actually, only at the beginning.”

He told Roland in detail the results of his investigation.

The factory owner and his son who harmed the female workers did get their retribution and were hanged.

The people also applauded.

But what happened next? Some people with ill intentions or pure malice began to provide the two thieves with wrong information.

These people spread rumors, and the other workers followed suit, speaking vaguely and implicitly, implying that they were being treated unfairly - this was not a straightforward expression, but a kind of "nonsense" that could be understood by both left and right sides.

But in that trend, rumors spread as fast as lightning.

Even later, some factory owners "took advantage" of such rumors to attack their enemies.

"So, what did this group of cultists do?"

Peter Heller asks himself and answers his own questions.

“They did.”

He said.

"According to the rumor."

"No matter whether the other party did good or evil, as long as their names appeared in the rumors, they would be linked to them... Roland, do you think that this group of people with great powers can't investigate the truth of the rumors?"

"Do not."

“They know.”

The old gentleman stroked his clean-shaven chin, and said with a hint of amusement: "The executive officers who are concerned about this case are confused about their purpose. But if you ask me, this group of people is just doing it for fun - just like some people do good or evil purely."

"They are chaotic. Chaotic, unpredictable and uncontrollable organization..."

“This type of association is undoubtedly more dangerous.”

More dangerous than the cradle of flesh and blood.

At least Cradle of Flesh and Blood still knows the purpose of doing something.

He said a lot, and finally ended with this sentence.

"But I'm too busy lately. There's a poker tournament all over London..." The old gentleman looked helpless.

Roland: ...

Thank goodness for the poker tournament, Ms. Snitch.

Otherwise you will face the pursuit of a high-level ritualist.

Frankly speaking, Roland had always had an inexplicable confidence in his thief, thinking that she would not be easily caught - but if it was Gao Huan, that might not be the case.

Especially this one who can manipulate shadows.

"I don't know if I can ask this question, Mr. Heller," Roland had many questions about the power he had just witnessed: "Assassins can manipulate shadows. Does this mean that in the dark, no one can defeat them?"

Peter Heller solved Roland's doubts with just one sentence.

“Where there is light, there is shadow.”

The candlelight flickered in the carriage.

A dark shadow slowly moved upwards along the wall of the compartment.

No sound.

There are no signs.

It did not sway with the shaking of the carriage and the oil lamp. It was slender, soft and stable, like the sharp claw of a demon hiding in the shadows, approaching its desired prey silently and little by little.

It is tangible, but before launching an attack, it uses intangibility to conceal its danger.

Roland placed his hands on his knees and watched it climb up his thighs little by little.

Peter Heller raised an eyebrow.

moment.

The shadow suddenly shrank.

He felt the force of the neck.

This force is enough to kill an unsuspecting low ring.

Roland leaned forward and raised his hand to grab the oil lamp on the table. In an instant, the shadow behind the light grew countless tentacles that wrapped around his wrists, arms, shoulders, and throat.

Gently pulled back.

Click, click.

Peter Heller, standing opposite him, pulled out two metal rods the size of his little fingers from his coat pocket. When they struck each other, a dazzling flash of fire was emitted.

"When dealing with ritualists of this path, you must always ensure that you have options."

"Two choices."

He waved his palm towards Roland.

"Either you have the power to extinguish all light sources at any time, or you have to have a gadget that can instantly dispel all shadows..."

(End of this chapter)