The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 941 Ch.940 Letter and Arrest

Darwin's identity problem was much easier than Roland had imagined.

This group of serious yet lively scholars (who prefer to call themselves craftsmen) didn't care about "blasphemers" at all - in Babbage's view, the Father of All Things could not make a lame man walk like a normal person.

But they can.

Not to mention that Roland also saw many more magical things in the workshop, such as a "machine" that could cross several walls and allow people on both ends to transmit messages: Deloz called it a "steam newspaper", which was designed by Ms. Lovelace and currently has many problems.

'Just the idea is amazing, isn't it?'

of course.

This square box made of pipes and gear logic can send "information" to the other end according to the operator's wishes: the recipient needs to copy the form paper according to the lights that light up in sequence and piece together the sentences.

The distance is not far enough.

If I could get from one end of London to the other, or even from London to Bristol…

Ms. Lovelace is going to be famous.

'Actually, no.'

Drozd remained calm about this.

Ms. Lovelace was involved in the Difference Engine, which could calculate huge numbers. Not only did she devote a lot of her time and energy to it, she also sold jewelry and gold that could be sold - just to fund Babbage's research.

And now the time has come for the fruits to be borne.

Her name never appeared in the newspapers.

Even once.

Mr. Babbage was angry and mentioned Lovelace's name several times in public - which presented another problem.

Lovelace and Babbage.

This noble lady, this lady, and the dusty old scholar in the workshop...

Is it the relationship between students and teachers?

——By the way.

In this trendy era, people usually don't directly use the term 'student-teacher relationship' to describe a man and a woman: it depends on the user's tone, expression, and the situation at the time.

Roland's meaning was clear.

Deloz was vague about this, with an expression that said 'why are you asking if you know the answer?'

Roland was extremely surprised.

He had heard that Ms. Lovelace's husband also participated in the research and often met with Mr. Babbage...

'That's normal, Roland.'

Droz had seen a lot of obscene things when he was a child.

Compared to the relationship between the Lovelaces and their mentor Babbage, many people's relationships are more complicated than this - you can't even tell whether the lady who left the party for a while and then came back was there to deal with her personal problems or to help others deal with their personal problems.

Go to war, drink, smoke, go to war, discuss art, and go to war while discussing art.

Rose's memory of her childhood is not very clear.

Droz lives in Fonseca House all day long.

"I'm impressed by you, Miss Deloz."

"I don't want you to look at me with new eyes in this regard," the pedantic lady said, her cheeks flushed, and she slapped the detector on Roland's arm. "You can take this thing back first, and wait for your boss to agree, and then come to get the follow-up... I suggest you wait a little longer."

Roland said he understood.

…………

……

Enid showed no obvious joy or anger at Daniel Heffer's "surrender".

Our Lord Judge did not care what was happening around him except that Roland always gave her a lot, or she gave Roland a lot every time. Perhaps it was true what Randolph said about women:

"When you reach a certain age, Roland, I'm not referring to anyone specifically. But when you reach that age, you will find that things are reversed."

Roland didn't understand.

Bears love to lick honey.

Will honey chase the bear's mouth after twenty years?
Yes.

Not only chase it, but also ask the bear what flavor of honey it likes.

Roland stayed in the judge's office the entire afternoon, but the two of them didn't talk about "business" for more than twenty minutes - even more frightening, Roland actually smelled the scent of the "Fountain of Youth" perfume in the honey.

Enid smiled and said she hoped he liked it. Chaos, debauchery, and extravagance.

What the country boy lacked, there were many people willing to make up for him.

half a month later.

Enid Jutia formally meets with Daniel Heffer.

In the courtroom.

Roland didn't listen to the whole thing. He found an opportunity to take a bus to the church to inquire about Shandel's whereabouts.

These days, she did not appear during the day, nor did she visit the Fairy Ring at night.

It seemed to have disappeared completely.

Just like last time.

A few more days passed.

He received a letter.

It seems to be a letter that Shandel left for him before he 'disappeared'.

There are strange words written on it:
"Boots."

"Nine."

"My love."

"Frozen spring water and dead leaves."

"The sky."

"Glass."

well.

It's your turn, detective.

"You think you can infer what happened to your good friend based on these few completely unrelated characters - if I could, you wouldn't see me here."

police station.

The man sitting on the high chair had a blank expression on his face, with a half-cup of cold coffee in front of him.

Roland and his great detective looked at each other.

Neither of them could have imagined that investigating the case would lead them (the other party) to the police station.

Ten minutes later.

Julie Valentine opened the door.

There was no major change in her appearance. She had her hair tied up, a long cigarette dangling from her lips, and she was wearing a pair of low-heeled shoes. She looked dusty, and there was impatience between her brows.

"Every time I see you it's bad, Mr. Collins."

The first time we met, a detective from the Supervisory Bureau died.

The second time, she was nearly beaten by the barbarians of the Inquisition.

the third time.

Noti Golden Lamp.

Why didn't she realize last year that this man was a disaster?

"Not this time, Ms. Valentine. My friend never does anything illegal."

"Then he shouldn't be here," Julie Valentine raised her eyebrows, obviously dissatisfied with the last name 'Valentine': "You'd better call me detective, or just Julie - you don't want your friend to spend the night here, right?"

Roland couldn't help but wonder, "How long can he live here?"

Kingsley: ...

Valentine: ...

"Someone reported your good friend, Detective, that Mr. Kingsley not only tortured and killed animals, but also stole the bodies of babies. Fortunately, your friend did not resist when the patrol arrested him, otherwise, someone would have entertained him before you arrived."

The woman, who was at the age of exuding a voluptuous aura, walked around the narrow table where the coffee was placed and sat opposite Kingsley. Without the large police jacket, the shirt seemed a little cramped - but the two men were not thinking about this.

One was about to speak up 'personally' to seek justice for himself (he probably realized that someone was unreliable).

Another wondered why the coffee in the police station smelled so much better than the coffee in the public hall of the courtroom.

(End of this chapter)