The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 346: Ingenuity and Absurdity

The road has an end.

The same goes for the field.

When everyone followed the ghost tide to the riverside square, they finally saw clearly what situation they were in.

——They were pushed by ghosts and swept into the turbulent waves like streams flowing into the sea.

All I could see were gray and blurry spirits.

These mortals who had never been exposed to the other side of the world had no choice but to place their hopes on the golden sparrow as they had initially chosen, hoping that he could rescue them from hell like the Father of All Things did - it should be said that the Father of All Things saved their souls, while Evans would save their bodies.

This reverent look that placed the latter on the same footing as the Father of All Things undoubtedly made the leading gentleman feel a little lighter.

He had never been looked at like this by so many people in his life... No, he had indeed been looked at like this when he was looking for women at night.

But who were those people, and who are these people now?

They have much more money.

"Trust me, ladies and gentlemen. If I can guarantee it, I am absolutely sure of it." He turned around and faced the small group of living people, raising his chin slightly: "This is a sensational case. I think everyone present must have heard of it."

When the time came to reveal the mystery, Evans would tell them the answer.

"procession."

He uttered a word.

"A vile, cult-led parade."

The crowd was horrified.

Someone quickly interrupted: "You mean, that... flesh and blood bursting..."

"That's right, sir." Evans looked in the direction of the voice, and after seeing the middle-aged man's face clearly, he nodded slightly, "You are a perceptive person, absolutely right. The previous case reappeared before our eyes--"

He spoke in a low voice as he made his way through the crowd and gradually came to the center.

"This is the 'common thing' that our extraordinary people often encounter - don't worry, ma'am, wipe your tears, I promise, I will take you and your child out of this dangerous situation soon." He showed his two rows of white teeth again, smiling brilliantly: "Please trust me."

He received the lady's thanks.

"There is a little trick to handling this case."

He was very satisfied that people around him listened to him humbly and patiently, and it felt good.

great.

"We have to recreate what happened and satisfy what was not satisfied then."

Someone asked.

"To put it simply: persistence," he said. "This is the spirit... In layman's terms, it's the reason why their souls stay in the human world."

Roland nodded slightly.

So far, this Derek Evans has been doing it right—putting aside the stupidity, the words, the diabolical little plot, it's basically the way to handle a ghost case.

He may be a newcomer to the Inspectorate, or he may have a detective friend in the Inspectorate.

The former is more likely.

"So, everyone, we need to first understand what happened at that time." Amid the exclamations of a group of young ladies, he raised his arm and patted the shoulder of a passing ghost - but the ghost seemed to be possessed, staring straight at its destination, swaying past him and them.

Turn a blind eye.

This made everyone trust him even more.

They are safe.

"The marches were from citizens from all districts. What did they ask for? Did they succeed? What were their results?"

"They want the right to vote." Someone provided a clue: "I heard from a friend that he happened to be nearby that day and heard the crowd shouting: 'We want the right to vote.'"

"Well, this——" Evans asked.

"John."

"Very good, Mr. John." The man gradually became proficient in the position of leader. This skill cannot be taught by humans. Only after sitting in that chair can you start to learn. "So, everyone, who else can give me some clues?"

A lady spoke.

"Reform, sir, they seem to be talking about 'reform', but I don't know what exactly is being changed." "Not bad." Evans nodded, looked around at the living people, and motioned to continue.

Soon, the specific details of the day were pieced together word by word.

Reforms, suffrage, holidays, getting women and children out of the mines.

This is what the marching citizens shouted.

So, they want these.

"It's a pity that they didn't get what they wanted." A young man said faintly: "...I don't understand how much money some people need to be satisfied. Do they have to exploit the hardest-working and most sincere people in our country to show their extraordinaryness?"

Where there is support, there is opposition.

"Oh, I've seen quite a few people speaking for these immoral and shameless people - you are considered young." The one who opposed him was an elderly fat man with two long and thin curly mustaches on his lips - I guess he would like to change it.

"Youth often means recklessness, impulsiveness and ignorance. You may not be old enough to see the truth."

The young man scoffed, "Maybe. But I bet that whether you can see the truth or not, at least you haven't seen how those protesters live every day."

The fat man looked around and smiled at the few people who supported him:

"Yes, a march. You see: they are dissatisfied, they want a holiday, so they march, and we give it to them; they want the right to vote, they march, and we give it to them; they want the women and children to leave the mines... or they want double pay tomorrow and reduced working hours."

“A parade isn’t your wife’s ass, a pat on the back pays off, kid.”

This angered the young man.

"how dare you!"

Roland sat on the cash box nearby and played a game with Beatrice in which little men climbed mountains and fought monsters.

caution.

Now they are in danger.

A life-threatening and dangerous place, a "field" full of ghosts, a bottomless mouth that might be about to grow layers of shark teeth, waiting to be chewed and swallowed by hungry predators.

In this case.

The crowd gradually split into two groups and began to debate about the "parade".

Bronte looked incredulous.

This…

It's really absurd.

No writer would dare to write like this.

"When you get used to it, it will mean that you have truly entered the upper class, Miss Bronte."

Randolph asked for a cigarette from the three ritualists, lit it, and held it between his lips with a joking look on his face: "If you ask these people to bend down and pick up something, it may be difficult. But if you let them accuse and debate based on a bill, they can talk about the succession of the next monarch of this country."

Bronte opened her mouth: "...Incredible."

"That's much more 'creative' than a flying white horse, miss."

"Does our great country rely on these people..." When saying this, Bronte probably realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly lowered her voice.

"Rely on these people? No, of course not." Randolph took a puff of cigarette:

"You mean brave, intelligent, sincere...capable...right? Let me tell you, there are many such people in our country, but often, you rarely see them in life...what a coincidence, Miss Bronte."

Bronte was speechless.

"…What a coincidence, sir."

Roland also happened to "eat" the little girl who was climbing the mountain again.

Head tilt.

Evans also happened to raise his hand.

"Everyone! I need your help!"

What a coincidence.

Roland happened to have something to say.

(End of this chapter)