The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 276 Ch.275 Because it flew away
The interrogation room was cramped.

Roland didn't know whether this was to add a sense of oppression, or if the ritualists were too lazy to mess with the adobe bricks.

The room was about the same size as his bedroom.

It's about the size of a small cabinet, a chair, and a single bed.

When he saw the person who was interrogating him, he paused slightly.

——Three men and one woman sat at a simple wooden table.

Three men.

and, Enid Jutia.

Today, the presiding judge wore a brown fox fur scarf and a pair of sheepskin high boots of the same color under her layered skirt.

She sat gracefully on the far left, her eyes following Roland slowly.

Until he sat down opposite her.

A wooden pier.

There's not even a chair back.

He was brought in by Cliff Heyman, and before the door was closed, the man patted him on the shoulder and whispered to him not to lie.

The deep sound made even the deaf people in the room feel noisy.

The interrogators all looked at him sideways, telling him with their eyes: Stand outside the door and then close it.

It can be seen that if you are a five-ring, but a brainless five-ring, you will not get much respect.

"You can call me Leonard, Mr. Collins. This interrogation is a joint effort of multiple religions. You don't need to worry about any mistakes."

The man with thinning hair in the middle of the three people couldn't help but smile when he saw Roland sitting down obediently with his hands on his knees and his back straight.

"Relax, Mr. Collins."

Leonard briefly introduced their identities. The three of them came from the Maelstrom, the Holy Cross, and the Church of Justice.

There is also a court that serves as a 'companion'.

Leonard, a priest at Holy Cross Church in London, is leading the inquest.

"Let's talk about something light first."

The older man touched his head, picked up a pen, and opened the record book - perhaps the top of his head would start to reflect light soon.

"Roland Collins, isn't it?"

Roland nodded: "Yes, sir."

"very good."

He said.

"What about your age?"

"Sixteen, or seventeen, or eighteen...I don't know."

It was unlike the first interrogation Roland had ever undergone in his life.

They were not dissatisfied with the ambiguous age, but nodded in unison.

All three were recording.

Enid turned her nails over and over, absorbed in admiring them.

"I heard that you came to Bristol for a mission." Reynard looked at Roland and said gently, "So, what is the mission?"

"Angels, sir. We've had reports of angels appearing in the sky over Bristol for five consecutive nights."

Leonard said "Oh" and lowered his head to write something.

Ask as you write:

"The senior pastor... the person who received you was David Cromwell?"

"Yes."

"very good."

"Did David Cromwell discover an angel?"

"Five citizens, sir."

"Very good. Citizens, have you seen those citizens?"

"I've seen it."

The interrogation continued in a back-and-forth manner.

This Leonard is obviously a man of means.

He is gentle, but cautious in his words.

When Roland looked at people calmly with those eyes as calm as the surface of a lake in the afternoon, he always felt an invisible force falling heavily on his skin.

From time to time he stopped writing, stopped asking questions, and whispered to the people on his left and right; he asked Roland strange questions that had nothing to do with the case - such as what did you eat yesterday and what did you eat today.

Even, who you just talked to, who was in the room before, who was sitting on the chair with you.

He was very skilled, but unlike those guys in the Inspectorate who were harsh, cold, and had no manners at all. He showed Roland respect and did not ask him embarrassing questions - they seemed to be just questions about time and trajectory: when did Fernandez's team go to Bristol, what did they do, and who did they contact?

These insignificant questions made Roland relax a lot.

But the leaders of the Maelstrom and the Church of Justice were not happy to continue this friendly conversation.

"There are alien species in the city, Roland Collins, are you aware of this?"

The head of the Justice Church interrupted.

"Of course, I saw them." Roland had no need to lie about this: "They look a lot like us."

The person in charge looked at him with his triangular eyes for a long while: "...You said that you and your partner saved your captain? Can you tell us in detail what happened at that time?"

This is the most important thing.

——Fernandez was unconscious, and he didn’t know what happened after he was hit by the angel.

In other words, once he wakes up and is questioned, he will definitely tell everything that happened before he fell into a coma.

If Roland and Shandel had a tacit understanding, they would never lie about it.

"Of course, sir."

Roland started with the Great Whirlpool, saying that they visited the pagans, felt the "field", discovered David Cromwell's problems through the "Holy Marrow", rushed to the church, killed the alienated believers, and entered the cave -

Then it was a battle with the angels, getting hurt, and escaping.

dong dong.

The person in charge knocked the table with the end of his pen and interrupted, "Escape? Mr. Collins, tell me how you escaped from the pursuit of an alien - two first-ring ritualists, carrying a seriously injured and unconscious person."

Another trouble.

"That angel killed David Cromwell," said Roland.

The person in charge asked: "What's next?"

Roland: “…Then it flew away.”

The interrogation room was silent.

The three responsible persons whispered to each other and wrote something in the record book from time to time.

He is still the head of the Just Church.

He seemed very dissatisfied with Roland's words "flew away": he didn't believe that an alien would let go of two first-ring ritualists - or rather, his intuition told him that there was something wrong with the young man being tried in front of him.

They were the ones who had come closest to David Cromwell and the alien angel among all the surviving ritualists.

"Flew away..."

He paused his pen, and stared at Roland with his drooping triangular eyes. Half of his face was submerged in the shadow of the room, which made him look a bit like the long-tailed little animal in the hole in the corner of Roland's ward.

"It flew away. Very good, Mr. Collins."

"Can you explain to us why a creature that killed David Cromwell and transformed thousands of citizens into monsters would turn a blind eye to creatures it could easily kill?"

"Tell us what the reason is, Mr. Collins."

He pressed forward step by step, and the other two leaders beside him also stared at Roland.

then…

Then Enid spoke.

"I may be able to answer that question, Mr. James. Because it has wings."

The head of the Church of Justice named James was stunned for a moment.

He turned his head and leaned forward to look at the woman farthest away.

"Miss?"

"I said, it has wings." Enid said impatiently: "Your question is, 'Why did it fly away', isn't it?"

"Because it has wings."

Leonard: ...

Roland: ...

Of course James was not satisfied with this answer, but he couldn't directly contradict an eight-ring judge, a veritable chief judge.

"…No, ma'am, my question to this gentleman is - why it ignored the two First Ring Ritualists. After all, it did spare Roland Collins and Shandel Kratov, didn't it? It didn't kill them."

Why didn't they kill the two first rings?
Enid was surprised: "Because it flew away, Mr. James. It didn't kill them because it flew away."

James: "But why did it fly away?"

Enid: "Because it has wings."

Leonard: ...

Roland: ...

Maelstrom Leader: ...

You are correct, Your Honor.

(End of this chapter)