The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 965 Ch.964 Deserved Fairness

Lady Amelia was flattered.

Because she discovered that the two gentlemen had been chatting and laughing with Ms. Burns a few days ago, and the latter occasionally revealed a certain strange respect in her words - this showed that their status was definitely no less than that of Burns, or even higher than hers.

——Amelia doesn't think that a young man can gain respect through his own hands.

Surname.

background.

Amelia realized that she might be in luck.

"lady?"

Hans followed behind and whispered, "It has been arranged. They will see what they want to see..."

Amelia's face was full of smiles, and her lips moved slightly: "Don't make trouble, Hans."

"do not worry."

The moment Roland stepped into the orphanage, he felt a strange force enveloping his body. A cold and sticky substance covered his skin like a fungus blanket, and then disappeared in the instant it caused the strange feeling.

"field".

It seems...

Miss Florence moved quickly.

Roland weighed his cane, squinted his eyes, and looked around at everyone - in fact, he only paid attention to Burns' side.

His intuition always outweighs logic, and he always feels that there is a subtle sense of incongruity about this lady 'Rosalind'...

"You think she's a ritualist?"
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It’s hard to say.

"Many people are watching her. If she is, it makes sense to hide it."
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I don’t mean ritualists.

"what is that?"
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The difference between a puppet and a person.

It was difficult for Roland to explain to Wrench what he felt was wrong - frankly, even if Ms. Burns was a ritualist, as long as she was not a cultist, it had nothing to do with him.

"I feel like you've tricked me again."

Fernandez stood behind him, arms folded.

Every participant in the formal ceremony could sense the "field" that had just appeared suddenly, let alone a fourth-ring who had experienced many battles.

This is not good news.

Either there is a monster close to a vengeful spirit in this orphanage, or there are ghosts in such large numbers that it makes people numb.

Neither option suits Fernandez's taste.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the sun above his head.

In the shadows at the corner of the building, something that is difficult for mortals to detect is slowly crawling.

"Roland."

"Ok?"

"Give me an answer."

"what?"

"As for the answer to 'Why did you do that?' - pick one of those."

Following Amelia and the welcoming caregivers into the orphanage, Fernandez, Roland and Kingsley fell at the end of the team.

The detective knew Fernandez's identity, and he should have thought that Roland had dragged his boss into this quagmire of a case because of him. He didn't wait for Roland to speak, and directly took the "crime" on himself.

"If it weren't for my bigotry, Mr. De Winson."

"Even if you weren't there, I think he would have done the same thing." Fernandez glanced at Roland. "I'll write in the report that you were deceived by your friends—"

If the report card was given to Enid, even if Fernandez drew a cat's paw on it, it would be considered the "perfect answer".

The premise is that it is a small case.

Now it seems that this case is definitely not a small case.

He had to prepare for dealing with the Church in advance - Kingsley was a very good excuse.

"Isn't it the duty of the executive officer to punish evil and eliminate evil?" the detective asked suddenly.

Fernandez looked at him twice and suddenly smiled - he saw what was going on in this man's clothes.

Roland only makes friends with interesting people.

"Punishing evil? Of course. But watching ghosts run rampant and letting them kill people who 'may not deserve to die' is not the duty of an executive officer. Mr. Detective. I must remind you that no matter in the waking world or in what you call the 'magic world' - no matter which side, we must abide by the rules."

Kingsley was noncommittal: "Does your rule allow people to determine whether a criminal deserves death?"

Fernandez nodded, with a hint of warning in his tone: "The executioner is the standard for cult cases. Mortals naturally have their own standards - Mr. Kingsley, I have heard Roland describe what happened in this orphanage, and I can tell you for sure that according to our laws -"

"I should know it better than you, Mr. Devinsom," Kingsley interrupted rudely, even when facing a ritualist who was unfathomable to him, "How can you ensure that the law can give them the fairness they deserve?"

The horrible scene in the crib was still fresh in his mind. Kingsley could think of no law that could justify such people - if they were not put on the noose, was the gallows to blame?
"I can't promise that."

Under Kingsley's surprised gaze, Fernandez slowly shook his head.

and so.

That's why he fell for Roland Collins's trick again!!
…………

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Amelia was clearly well prepared.

What awaits Burns, Rose and other wealthy gentlemen is a baby room that is clean, tidy, bright, and has almost no unpleasant smells.

Small baby cribs are neatly stacked, and caregivers move quietly through the "grid".

Or you can pick up the crying baby and comfort him in your arms, or change his diaper and feed him some porridge.

It was cleaner here than in London, or even a little more so than in any other orphanage in the entire empire. There were no impatient, rude caregivers who kept swearing, no mercenary director, and no stinking "corpse piles" filled with cockroaches and maggots.

Burns was satisfied.

"You may call me Rosalind, if you like."

During the meal, she said this to Amelia, and introduced her friend Lillian Rose Vansittart Shelley, who was much younger than her, to this lady whose "soul was full of the light of kindness."

——Forgive her for acting on her own.

but…

Isn't it just a matter of time?

"My Lord! As soon as I saw you, I could smell the faint, soothing scent of plants and trees on you - Miss Shelley. I'm afraid there is no man who doesn't know the name "Shelley"...even if they don't smoke."

Rose frowned slightly.

Burns stared at himself in the bowl of soup with his head down without changing his expression - Amelia's words were really not worthy of being discussed in public.

What does it mean to 'smell the faint scent of grass and trees on you'?
you mean.

The daughter of a tobacco merchant, like her father, has to smoke in a wet haystack for days before she can go out - how proud is the identity of a merchant that you mention it again and again at the dinner table, even adding the title of 'benefactor'?
That is this moment.

Almost everyone present could tell: there was something wrong with Amelia’s identity.

And it's a big problem.

Just when the scene was becoming awkward, a crisp 'creak' broke the silence.

Amelia covered her mouth and retched a few times.

Push away the soup bowl.

Spit something onto the tablecloth.

It was a slightly smaller human finger bone.

Baby's.

(End of this chapter)