The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 990 Ch.989 Suspect
The person who told Rose the news was Hans, the leader of the Gold Teeth Gang, the thug who dealt with the Hines father and daughter last time, and a "muscle lady" who had been sending Rose many letters in recent days.

Rose called him 'Muscle Lady' because he looked like a butcher on the surface, but he would occasionally reveal a pretentious 'ladylike' quality when talking.

-Hans had to be 'ladylike'.

You know, Old Tom was already a 'big shot' that he had to kneel down and lick the soles of his boots.

This lady's last name is 'Shelley'.

and so.

When Rose took over the Gold Fang Gang, this terrifying gang that no one dared to mess with in the South District soon became a big toy in the hands of a certain lady to get information: she had no interest in extortion and kidnapping, and the burly "gentlemen" in the Gold Fang Gang were rarely keen on the delicate "stealing" work.

They prefer to be straightforward.

For example, they set up a horse-drawn carriage, smashed the windows and then robbed the place.

Rose didn't pay much attention to Hans. She only communicated with him through letters during her captivity and asked him about interesting things happening in various districts.

The news about the animal carcasses came into Rose's sight through a recent letter.

They met at a cafe in the South District.

Walking on the dividing line between day and night, at the end of dusk, the girl, who had had enough of the maid, finally pecked open the cage door and fluttered off to her city of freedom.

Hans was waiting early.

Took his stupid subordinate Marino.

Rose still remembered this man.

"Miss!" Marino stood up immediately to greet someone when he saw them push the door open.

The next second, he was hit hard on the back of his head by his own boss.

"shut your mouth."

Hans glared at Marino, and like a deformed man who couldn't straighten his back, he walked quickly to the door with a hunched back, and greeted in a low voice: "Good day, miss."

Rose rolled her eyes.

This cafe was opened by the Gold Tooth Gang and is considered part of the Shelley family's business.

Most of the waiters inside are also related to the Gold Tooth Gang.

"It's evening now."

"Yes, yes, then good night, miss." Hans showed his black teeth softened by decay, and smiled and kept inviting Rose to sit down: "I asked them to prepare bacon and roasted white fox legs, the best butter..."

Rose had eaten.

But she hadn't tasted the fox's leg.

"Is it tasty?"

"How can I judge for you... Look at me, I only drink two or three penny worth of watered down beer, black bread, and rat meat, so of course I feel different - but you are different. I only guarantee that it is fresh. If you don't like it, next time, I will find you something else..."

Hans said with a smile that he had also heard about knife fish in the sea and flying bats in the cave - if Rose was interested, he would find a way to get them.

Very simple.

Rose pouted.

'Only two or three pennies of watered down beer? Black bread? Rat meat?'

The first lesson of her advanced digital course was to calculate the annual income and expenditure of the Gold Tooth Gang and write a report on it... The teacher told her that she could write anything, but it had to be sincere.

Rose got the documents from Old Tom and spent half a month calculating them.

The report contained only one line.

'Tear these people's heads off.'

no doubt.

This gang took great advantage of the Shelley family, and every year the 'cost' was increasing - but the return was very little.

No wonder old James handed this group of people over to her.

If the Gold Teeth Gang was a 'business', it should be ruthlessly cut down.

but…

Rose always has a "gang complex" in her heart that she can't give up. If it weren't for her, these people would have been in trouble long ago.

Hans obviously knew this?
"Let's talk business."

Rose held her chin with her hand and tapped the cracked tabletop with her five fingers.

The thin silver blade danced between her fingers, just like her mood. She felt more comfortable when she was like this.

If it wasn't for work or for Roland to see, she would never wear a skirt in her life.

"…Our people…Marino, miss, his friends found 'that man'," Hans leaned forward and lowered his voice: "He carried three dead cats to Alley 7. Do you know our gambling house? It's in the next two alleys, and there is a well at the intersection of the back alley…"

Hans said.

When Marino's friend told Marino about this, and he reported it to Hans, the people from the Gold Tooth Gang started to keep an eye on him - in order to avoid a misunderstanding that he was just eating a cat corpse, Hans even observed him for an extra half week.

That man is not poor.

But I live in the South District.

Going out all day to pick up dead animals?
"We have sharp eyes, miss. I can swear that his pair of leather shoes is worth seven or eight gold pounds..." Hans said: "Unless he has some quirks, otherwise..."

There is definitely something wrong with this person.

Rose tapped the tabletop, her green eyes flickering.

"He didn't notice you?"

Hans was a little proud of this: "Miss, although we are mortals, we have our own good way of keeping watch, an old way, a wonderful way that works -"

"Stop talking nonsense." Rose said impatiently.

Marino lowered his head, his mouth corners almost unable to straighten.

"…I have some professional people working under me, Miss." Hans scratched his head and coughed twice. "They change every day and never come close. It just happens to be next to our territory..."

The ritualists are different.

Rose thought about it and asked him if he had any other "special" actions besides picking up corpses.

Hans shook his head.

"I think that person is just like us, a mortal." He did not find anything special about the target - even if he picked up an animal carcass secretly, he would have to put a lot of effort into it and drag it back at night.

If it is an 'unusual'...

It won’t be that difficult, right?
"That's hard to say," Rose frowned, "Didn't you ask anything else?"

Hans shook his head. "He is very alert, Miss. If you want to ask, let my people catch him first..."

This is also the reason why Rose made an appointment with Hans today.

She didn't think that the other party was a 'mortal' - even if he was only a first-ring or an apprentice, the people from the Gold Fang Gang might not be able to catch him... If the other party was really involved in the 'cat corpse case', he must have made preparations.

She would have to catch him herself.

Then I can show off to Roland and that long-faced detective for a few days...

How exciting.

"take me."

"Miss," Hans patted his chest and took the responsibility, "Just watch from a distance and let our people..."

Rose looked up at him indifferently: "You want me to beat you here?"

Marino couldn't hold it anymore.

The man, who had been silent the entire time, let out a loud 'grunt' - the air couldn't find a way out of his mouth, so he turned his head and changed direction, and came out of his nostrils.

I brought some sticky gifts along.

Gave it to Hans for the sleeves and shoulders.

"You idiot! Get out of here!"

Hans blushed.

This was the second time Marino had embarrassed himself in front of the young lady.

"…I don't like foxes, Boss."

"Tomorrow I'll cut off your nose and cure you of this disease forever - get out!"

Marino stood up angrily, muttering something like "I found it" and "You may not necessarily say it".

Rose couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You have some interesting people, Hans."

"If his sister wasn't my brother's lover..." Hans took out his handkerchief and pinched the snot on his sleeve with disgust: "A born fool... his head is full of fat..."

(End of this chapter)