The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 954: Mud, Brick Dust, Florence
Flower bed.

Fragments of flower pots.

Grayish yellow soil.

Men and women squatting among the flowers.

"…I don't know how to thank you, sir. If I mess up, Madam might punish me…"

Kingsley eventually helped.

"Although I don't think it was my fault. First of all, you are more familiar with this orphanage than I am. The owner shouldn't ask guests to be cautious all the time. Secondly, as a caregiver, you should pay more attention to your behavior. It would be a shame to rashly 'order' guests... Finally, women shouldn't order men."

Kingsley paused.

"But it's like 'finally.' As a man, as an educated man, I thought this was the time I should help."

The girl rolled her eyes silently.

"Are you the gardener in the orphanage? Why are you wearing a caregiver's uniform?"

Kingsley asked as he smoothed out the dirt in his hands.

Then he stuck those poor wilted flowers into the small grave mound - he stuck them in the front and the girl pulled them out from the back.

Pull it out and replant it.

"I'm not a gardener. Lady Amelia doesn't employ a gardener, sir."

"So, this is your personal hobby."

The girl really didn't know how to deal with this person - who would talk like this?
"I look after Miss Pattins's flower garden... here, sir. Lady Amelia likes flowers and Miss Pattins is not very mobile..."

Kingsley understood: "So, part-time."

The girl replied lightly, "You could say that. By the way, my name is Florence."

"Florence? Italian?"

Seeing the girl's confusion, Kingsley explained casually: "People there always like to use such 'obvious' names."

"That's offensive, sir," Florence frowned.

"If your parents expected you to be 'offended', they should have put more thought into naming you."

"Oh, and what about you? A wounded man, a man who will never be able to have children--" Looking at Kingsley's instantly cold face, the girl realized what she had said.

next moment.

Just when Kingsley was about to think she was going to apologize.

The other party actually made a surprising move:
She stood up, lifted her skirt, and raised her legs.

He was hit hard on the butt.

then.

He abandoned the man who was kneeling devoutly in the flower garden and turned and fled.

Kingsley: ...

Rose:……

The great detective stuffed his hands into the mud and stared silently at the beetles that were burrowing in the yellow mud and brick dust.

No.

and many more.

He suddenly stretched out a hand, picked up a handful of soil, and rubbed it slowly between his fingers...

…………

……

"Of course, of course. I'm not surprised at all. Sir, not only am I not surprised, but I also want to praise the sincere feelings between you and your friends - how I hope that the empire will be full of gentlemen like you in the future, so that I can live longer..."

"You are still stunningly beautiful, ma'am."

Amelia said as she escorted Roland out of the office.

After filling out the forms today, the orphanage and the adoptive parents had a preliminary understanding of each other.

Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or some other agreed day, they would come to have the detailed discussion - that is, to actually choose the pet.

Amelia expressed her understanding of Kingsley's disappearance throughout the film and his sudden appearance at the end.

If she lost that ability, she would probably be so ashamed that she would have to hide at home all day.

To some extent, this gentleman is worthy of being a soldier and is courageous enough.

"Kingsley."

Kingsley glanced at Roland, but walked straight past the two of them and walked in front of them extremely rudely - several times faster than Roland's slow pace, and was the first to turn around the corridor and go out the door.

Because he saw the anxious girl, holding the brown paper bag, looking at this side from a distance.

"gentlemen!"

When Kingsley approached, she looked around first, and after confirming that there were no other caregivers or servants present, she quickly stepped forward and stuffed the paper bag in her arms into the man's hand.

"…My favorite coffee beans. Sir, as an apology…I apologize for my behavior just now. I think I was crazy to do such a thing…"

Kingsley held the paper bag, shaking his wrist slightly.

Clatter. Clatter.

"Of course, I understand, Miss Florence. After all, in a place like this, it takes extraordinary mental strength to smuggle a dead baby out without being discovered - you did a good job."

This sentence was like a long-tailed three-edged arrow, whistling in the wind with a calm tone, accurately piercing Florence's uneasy heart.

Stabbed in the chest, breaking the spine.

Brings out an emotion called confusion.

"Sir! I...I don't understand what you mean..."

Kingsley narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, the detective was like a cat holding down a mouse's tail, and was not in a hurry to measure the size of the gray flesh with his claws.

He paced around the girl, his tone very playful:
"Tell me, Miss Florence, why is there red brick dust mixed with the flower mud?"

This is a declarative sentence.

"Obviously. There is a 'missing' somewhere - a man-made defect. But the bricks that caused the defect can't just disappear... I assume that 'this person's' helpers can't find a good way to 'perform their duties', so the people inside the wall have to find a way to deal with the missing bricks..."

The detective paused.

He turned to the pale-faced nurse.

"Maybe she had no help at all. Am I right? Smashing the bricks and mixing them with the floral mud, and then -"

"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about-"

Kingsley stared at her, not stopping what he said: "I see. So it seems that breaking the wall and transporting the dead baby did not happen at the same time: you found a good opportunity, and then persuaded a servant... I guess he was not too old."

Florence was at her wit's end.

The stubborn nurse just pursed her lips and looked at the harsh detective with difficulty.

He thought that this would 'prove' his innocence.

Of course not.

"I'm very curious, Miss Florence. Who do you want to convey what message to? What is the significance of your doing this? Even with your not-so-bright head, you should know that although there are not many residents around this orphanage, you only need to drive around once or twice and carefully observe the damage between the walls - what can you use to cover it? Let me think about what I can find in this orphanage -"

not far away.

The sound of Roland and Amelia's conversation gradually came into view.

Florence gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and raised her face: "Can I trust you?"

Kingsley took a half step back, his expression unreadable: "Oh, 'Can I trust you' - this statement is too immoral, Miss. If the other party answers 'Of course', then he is putting himself in an endless moral trap... But if he answers 'No', I'm afraid he can't appease his curiosity..."

Florence could endure his tirade no longer.

He grabbed the other person's collar and pulled him towards him, gritting his teeth:

"If you want to know the answer, come at night! Midnight! Follow your 'good method' and find the gap - I think a man who can no longer have children is still a man... right?"

After she said that, she pushed Kingsley aside and walked through the small door without looking back.

This is the second time.

(End of this chapter)