The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 942 Ch.941 Baby
"…So, you went grave robbing? Kingsley?"

Kingsley looked disgusted and even leaned back to show that he and Roland were not from the same country: "No stupid thief would rob a grave in broad daylight - Roland Collins, do you really not know what case I'm investigating recently?"

Without waiting for Roland to answer, Valentine sneered.

Light grey smoke spewed out from the corners of his mouth.

"'Investigating cases'? If the politicians in the party were as responsible as you, I'm afraid this country would be a greater place - Mr. Kingsley, you don't belong to the Inspectorate, the Tribunal, or even the identity of a patrolman - what cases are you investigating?"

Kingsley opened his mouth, wanting to argue with her about the relationship between the case and responsibility - but then he suddenly remembered that he had no "helpers" now, no real, inquisitional, and terrifying executor standing behind him.

Behind him was just an idiot who was sticking his nose in his mouth like a pig.

He is now one on two.

"I'll take your word for it, ma'am. But I also told you that I run a detective agency. Why should I get involved with thieves?"

Julie crossed her legs, her eyes narrowed in the smoke: "Maybe it's because of the ritual, maybe the invisible art, or maybe it's a problem in the brain - we rarely care about the cultists' tragic and unspeakable past, Mr. Kingsley. If you are really friends with the person next to you, you should know that the executioner never asks why when he burns the cultists."

Roland lowered his head and stroked the handle of his staff:

"If you really think I'm an executive officer, you should also know that the Inspectorate has no power to bypass the court and convict a moral gentleman with a distinguished family and a good education - a cultist? It's normal to step on a few babies to death while walking, Miss Julie, don't you step on them before?"

The first half is human language.

The second half is just spoken by human mouth.

Kingsley's headache grew as he listened.

"Ma'am, I was commissioned by Chief Inspector Dan Budge to investigate the poisoning of cats and dogs in London recently—"

"I rarely remember the names of mortals, Mr. Kingsley, but you are an exception," Julie said indifferently. "Besides, how can you prove that the baby's body has nothing to do with you?"

When the detective mentioned the baby, he immediately regained his usual indifference and his words became sharper:

"To be honest, if you have a little bit of what humans should have, such as a brain, and then use it to actively carry out some exploratory activities, which we call 'thinking'... If you really have the above 'harsh' conditions, you will never think that I am a tomb robber."

Julie was not angry. She looked at him with a smile and made a gesture of invitation.

"…First of all, the place where I was 'captured' was more than 20 minutes away from the nearest tomb. Even the dumbest thief wouldn't walk around with a dead baby wrapped in his arms."

"Secondly, it has been soaked in water for a long time and is highly rotten - you don't think I have the ability to do that."

"I don't carry any grave-robbing tools, nor am I a ritualist, and I have never been exposed to the 'Invisible Art' - I think Mr. Roland Collins can testify for me on this point."

"at last."

"There's some gold dust on the baby. Where do you think it got from?"

Kingsley pressed his upper body forward, a flash of understanding in his hawk-like eyes.

After a few exchanges, he roughly understood what the woman meant.

It’s really…

It's a big circle.

"Finally, you want me to 'prove my innocence' - which means finding out the origin of the dead baby...right?"

Julie said nothing.

"Gold dust, babies, floating down the river. If I remember correctly, there was an article in the newspaper - highly praised... a certain orphanage owner, saying that her orphanage was 'golden and magnificent', even better than the mansions of some wealthy businessmen."

"The direction is right and the distance is not far."

"Could you give me a map of London?"

Julie Valentine threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with the toe of her shoe, opened the door with a cold face, and shouted outside:
"Pack your things and get him out of here!"

Someone outside the door asked in confusion:

"Ma'am? We still don't know the identity of the baby—"

"It's normal to step on a few babies to death while walking. Have you never stepped on one before?" The policeman outside the door: ...

After the woman finished shouting, she leaned against the door frame with her hands folded, staring at the two men: "Regarding the dead animals, I know something different. Kingsley, Mr. Collins, I think we should be like businessmen--"

Kingsley took his hat and cane, fastened his collar, and said indifferently: "I don't think you have properly exercised your power to bring justice to suffering."

"If I were you, I would ask your friend why Keshihai left the Inquisition. Is it because the coffee in the Inquisition is not good?"

Roland nodded: "It's hard to say."

Julie: …

"The detectives of the Inspectorate won't waste their time on such 'small matters' - I think the executors of the Tribunal have a lot of free time, right?" She mocked Roland, using sharp words to cover up her gentleness and kindness that had long been hidden.

Kingsley had no idea why Julie Valentine would do this.

Roland only had a vague understanding.

He knew that Julie's father was a member of the Military Intelligence Bureau, but he didn't know what happened between them. What happened to this woman who should have been married but never mentioned her husband...

As they passed by, Roland said goodbye to her softly:

"I'll tell Enid about this and make her laugh at you."

…………

……

Wild cat carcasses, animals that keep dying.

Now there is another case of the "Gold Dust Baby". Leaving the police station, Roland teased Kingsley that his "business is booming" recently, but the sullen detective was full of complaints but couldn't utter them - he thought that as long as he said "My friend is Roland Collins", he could hold his head high...

Let those who treated you rudely bow down and apologize.

or.

See the 'Black Crow' in all his glory.

No.

He should not have had any hope in Roland - this man was a creature somewhere between a fool and a madman.

"Ms. Julie won't do anything to you, Kingsley. You don't really think she can't figure out who you are and who I am, do you?" Seeing his dark face, Roland took a few quick steps and knocked him with his cane: "Her father is not ordinary. I can guarantee that you have no secrets in her eyes."

The leather shoes in front of me paused.

Kingsley turned his head, the muscles on his face twitching in an uncoordinated manner.

This was a sign that he was about to lose his temper, or was already angry.

"I'm not angry because my friend is a fool who has to go crazy anytime and anywhere, Roland. I just feel sorry for witnessing with my own eyes the people in our country who should be holding swords the most - they actually use this sharp weapon to cut apples..."

Roland pursed his lips and said, "What do you mean by 'a fool who has to go crazy anytime and anywhere'?"

Kingsley looked at him in silence.

The two of them stared at each other quietly for about twenty seconds on the busy road.

Roland couldn't hold it in any longer: "Okay, I have a question."

Kingsley nodded. "Gold dust for babies?"

Roland: "Which do you think is better, the coffee in the courtroom or the coffee in the police station?"

Kingsley just thought.

If I pick up my cane now and hit Roland a few times in public.

Will he refrain from fighting back out of shame?

(End of this chapter)