The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 947 Ch.946 The Unsolved Secret Letter and John Whittle

As for why Ms. Julie Valentine "requested" (or traded. Roland thought it was a request, Kingsley thought it was a trade) them to investigate the orphanage - not to mention Ms. Valentine's reason, it only took Kingsley half an afternoon to find clues.

Still from the newspaper.

Look through the newspapers for the past six months - starting from the first time 'Mrs. Amelia' appeared in the newspaper to the last time she appeared.

Kingsley noticed that one name was mentioned every time.

Doctor: John Whittle.

——If residents want a ‘legal’ death, they must have a death certificate issued by a doctor.

But this is really strange.

"What's weird?"

The man in the newspaper office, with his legs crossed and smoking a cigar, was trying to use a pile of old newspapers as a pillow to build something convenient to lean on on the sofa - Kingsley spent a few gold pounds to "borrow" this private newspaper, but he had no intention of spending any more money to put out the fire.

What's more, arson requires going to the police station.

He doesn't want to go anymore.

"If you could use your wisdom of finding ways to be lazy in the right place, you would have discovered the strangeness a long time ago," Kingsley took a sip of the coffee cup and stared at the flickering cigar head of Roland. "The baby died of illness, or choked to death, fell off the bed and broke his neck, or suffocated himself. Roland, if it were you, would you ask the same doctor to issue a death certificate?"

Roland rested his head on the newspaper and answered casually, "Why not? Come a few more times, and maybe we'll be friends. For example, I'm a doctor and you're a father. You lose a son or daughter every month, and every time, you come to visit me and get a death certificate for your child..."

"first."

Kingsley put down the newspaper, his face darkening.

“I’m not going to have family members die every month.”

"Let me use an analogy."

"Don't use my descendants as an analogy - can you sit up straight and smoke your cigar? If there is a fire, are you going to talk to that Valentine again?"

Roland pouted and sat up staggeringly with his arms.

Still not sitting up straight.

"What's next?"

"…what's 'second'?"

"Shouldn't first be followed by 'secondly'?"

Kingsley: ...

He took a deep breath, turned the newspaper over, shook it a few times, and pointed to a certain line to show it to Roland - although he didn't think the other party could see it at this distance.

It's just a subconscious way of strengthening one's own credibility.

"…The name appears in the newspaper. If it only appears once, then we can consider it a coincidence; twice, great, another coincidence; three times, maybe there is an admirer - in half a year, the name Roland, Amelia appeared nine times, which means she definitely spent money."

Kingsley knew the newspaper business, and it was not uncommon for people to spend their own money to promote themselves.

Amelia.

This woman's work was really crude, and the person she hired wasn't very famous either - at least from the detective's point of view, if he wanted to promote his "Magnifying Glass Detective Agency", he should at least find someone who could make the final decision to speak for him...

Inadvertently.

At a cocktail party, or other reasonable social occasions.

then.

It came from other people's mouths.

Spend a few thousand pounds to buy some art or something that suits her taste - it can be seen that this 'Mrs. Amelia' is not the 'inherited fortune' as the newspapers claim.

Roland wondered, "So, what happened to reputation?"

"If she cared about her reputation, she shouldn't have asked the same doctor to issue a death certificate," Kingsley said calmly, "This is contradictory."

Since I want to publicize myself and the "specialness" of the orphanage...

Shouldn't we pay more attention to the 'mortality rate'?

How come babies keep dying when even the toilet bowls are inlaid with gold?

"If it were me, I would look for different doctors, even in the suburbs, or look for those 'poor people' who have just become doctors but have no money to open a clinic - changing doctors every time, at least there won't be too many 'records' left..."

Kingsley couldn't calculate the infant mortality rate based on the number of times a name appeared in the newspaper, but anyone with a discerning eye could see this:
Amelia's private friendship with Dr. John Whittle was not as 'open and aboveboard' as it was in the newspapers.

At least, she could ensure that the doctor would not say anything that would damage his reputation.

The director of an orphanage, and a doctor who issues death certificates?

"Children in the orphanage are always sick, so it's normal to have a doctor friend...?" Roland still didn't understand Kingsley's logic.

"Of course it's normal, but if you were 'Mrs. Amelia who inherited a huge fortune' - Roland, would you look for such a doctor who has no good reputation? You have a fortune of hundreds of thousands or millions, and you have listened to the Holy Voice, opened an orphanage, and saved poor children..."

"You are so pious and kind that you are willing to exchange gold for the continuation of life..."

"However."

"But you are unwilling to spend more money to work with a famous doctor?"

“You’ve never even been to a medical school?”

Roland blinked: "It's indeed a little unreasonable... You are really smart."

"Now that I hear you praising me, I always feel that there is something else behind it - this case is too simple. Using your identity, you can get the answer from John Whittle."

Kingsley folded the newspaper.

Then throw it on the ground.

——Roland didn't understand why he had to go to the trouble of folding it.

"So, tomorrow we will..."

"and many more."

Kingsley suddenly retorted.

"I suggest that we first inquire about Mr. John Whittle."

He thought of Julie Valentine.

If Ms. Valentine didn't do it herself, it means she couldn't do anything about Whittle...?
Is he overthinking it?
The executor of the Inquisition, facing ordinary people...

"Kingsley?"

"Give me one night, Roland. I'll go find out the identity of 'Whittel'..."

"No problem, let's have dinner and then separate?"

"West Side?"

"West District. Fernandez recently introduced me to a new restaurant that's really good. Speaking of which, you can't decipher anything about my friend's letter?"

"So far." Kingsley pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"Boots."

"Nine."

"My love."

"Frozen spring water and dead leaves."

"The sky."

"Glass."

"If she wrote it specifically for you, then it should be a 'code' that is clear to both of you. Instead of asking me, Roland, you should think carefully about whether you have missed something."

Roland was frustrated.

Of course he had thought about it.

Every night.

When making the fairy ring, Rose and Halida were also involved.

All three of them were puzzled by this - of course, Roland was the only one who was truly worried about Shandel.

Rose didn't want anything to happen to Chandel, but if she really accidentally 'fell and died while walking', and it didn't happen in front of her, she could accept it.

As for Halida...

She was just worried that her 'teaching' would be interrupted.

(End of this chapter)