The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 403 Ch.402 Kingsley

Roland was holding his violin case, looking as serious as if his mother had died.

My vision was filled with countless 'hahaha's'.
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If he hadn't begged me.

“Hahahahahahahahaha!”

Roland could imagine how awkward the atmosphere would be at that time.

To reach Fork County, they had to take a train for a while and then change to a horse-drawn carriage for a while.

Spend half a day.

Since Roland bought the most expensive ticket, the three of them didn't feel uncomfortable on the journey.

The train stopped and started, and when old Collins snored, Roland played the piano for Rose.

Half a day passed uneventfully.

Until one station - Roland couldn't remember which station, there was a knock on the door.

Because their box ticket was expensive, the knocking sound had to go through two doors - which resulted in him standing outside the door for about three or four minutes until Roland finished playing a song before he heard the "dong dong dong" sound.

"You have extraordinary musical attainments, but your ears are a little lacking."

This guy is not very friendly.

His first impression on Roland.

"Not only are my ears a little bit bad, my eyes are a little bit bad too." Roland smiled and pointed at his eye sockets - this made the thin man in the hat stunned for a moment.

Soon, he took a half step back, took off his hat and put it on his chest.

"I am so sorry, sir."

He did not mind Roland being blind, but instead apologized for his previous rudeness.

"I really can't control this mouth that should have been sewn shut long ago. Please forgive my clumsiness."

He was tall, with a thin diamond face, but he certainly didn't look hungry.

Hooked nose and well-developed chin.

This face is somewhat serious and rigid, but it is because of his youth that the sternness becomes slightly charming. If he were older, he would be annoying.

His eyes were a common blue, but much deeper than the average sky blue, close to the blue of Beatrice and Taylor.

——In addition to these characteristics, the most impressive thing is probably the words he speaks.

Somewhat like Edward Snow.

"No need to apologize, sir." Roland tilted his head and shoulders, and waited for Rose to come before continuing to ask, "What happened?"

This man was obviously not the waiter in the car.

"Somebody's lost money, sir."

He tapped the handle of his stick, glanced at Rose, and put his bowler hat back on.

"Someone lost money in the carriage I was riding in. I'm letting you know. I hope you can close the door tightly and wait for the police to come to the next stop. You will be safe. By the way, you can also check if you have lost anything."

"Thank you very much," Roland replied. "I am Collins, and this is my uncle and my friend, Vansittart. May I ask you..."

"I'm Kingsley."

The young but mature man nodded to them and also nodded to old Collins who was woken up.

"I'm Kingsley, a detective."

He said.

…………

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Rose likes to watch the fun, and so does old Collins.

So the three first-class passengers squeezed in and ran to the second-class compartment to have a look - there were three suspects, two men and one woman. They were not "controlled" by anyone at all. They sat on their chairs as if nothing had happened, mumbling a few words from time to time.

Many people gathered around, and some even leaned on the backrests to watch.

When Roland and the other two stepped in, the entire train carriage began to buzz.

It's very noisy.

"Stop at the next stop and the police will come."

Perhaps the detective had helped before, so the overwhelmed conductor was quite polite to him.

It was the first time that Rose saw a detective investigating a case up close, and she was extremely curious.

"Who is the criminal?"

She asked.

“Who lost the money?”

she asked again.

"My money! Someone stole my money!" A sobbing woman sitting next to the three 'prisoners' was conveying her pain in all directions: "That's my savings!" Rose looked at her, then turned to look at the three 'prisoners'.

Thoughtful.

When it comes to theft, no one has a better say than her.

"I don't think there's any point in keeping the two gentlemen. Why not let them go?" She subconsciously put her arms around Roland and put her arm through his arm - it was all because of the etiquette teacher.

Old Collins glanced at the entangled man and woman and said nothing.

"Who did you release?"

Detective Kingsley's two thin and sharp eyebrows moved up to the bridge of his nose, making the edges of his face more distinct.

He was very tall, so when he looked at Rose, he was looking down from a height.

Like a diamond with legs.

"Who did you release? Miss?"

He spoke slowly, but anyone could understand the sarcasm in his tone.

"You make judgments based on your intuition. Are you a nun?"

Rose didn't care and curled her lips: "Then you should be a priest, Mr. Kingsley."

There was a muffled laugh from the crowd.

Oh.

It turns out that learning to speak like Chandel is so straightforward.

Rose followed her teacher's instructions and learned a standard smile from what she saw and heard - eyes narrowed, mouth corners pulled back, and chin tucked in occasionally when she spoke.

She practiced in front of the mirror many times.

"Because we both rely on intuition - do you think men's intuition is better than women's? I think we are just gambling on luck."

Kingsley rubbed his brow. "Miss, this is serious. There's a thief in the second-class carriage - this lady has lost thirty-seven pounds, which may be someone's entire year's wages."

"This train, which has not yet completed its journey, cannot wait for the police to search everyone's pockets one by one."

"That's not decent."

Kingsley tried to explain to Rose in the simplest words the difficulties of time, train, and inability to recheck.

Rose responded.

Two men and one woman.

Three people sat in the seats, and that was all.

Neither the conductor nor Kingsley had the right to touch them - nor, frankly, the police.

The second-class carriage is just one level lower than the highest class, and not everyone can buy it.

"Please, I'm a lawyer and I'm going to get off the bus soon. I don't care about the thirty pounds at all!" One of the men said to Kingsley and the onlookers around him, "I'm a lawyer, married, and have two beautiful children. How much is my annual salary? I don't care about this little money at all!"

"I just got back from a business trip! The kids are waiting for me!"

He opened his bag and showed people the bank notes, coins and wallet he was carrying.

There was well over thirty-seven pounds in it.

He really couldn't stand the crying, and neither could the man next to him.

The second 'prisoner' was an old gentleman who ran a pub.

Like his lawyer, he opened his luggage and revealed his innocence:
"I can show you, ladies and gentlemen, that's all I have, I can show you - but I won't let the police touch me, who are they? For the love of God, don't let me take another bath, I'll get sick."

Someone laughed.

The amount of money he carried was more than thirty-seven pounds.

One lady left.

She couldn't show her luggage, but said sincerely: "I will get off at the fifth stop to look for my father and brother. If there is a female police officer, I am willing to show her my luggage, even my sleeves and gloves."

Moreover, she said that like the first two men, she had a fortune exceeding thirty-seven.

well.

It sounds like this case is not difficult to solve.

Kingsley became more silent.

soon.

The train stopped.

Someone got off the car to report the news.

The station police are here.

(End of this chapter)