The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 404 Ch.403 The Weird and Arrogant Detective
Many curious people got off the car.

The four platform police officers didn't know what to say, so they just politely asked the three suspects to come down and question them in the shed.

At the same time, the lady who lost the money was also asked to go down and describe it in detail - including when she discovered that the money was lost, whether the money was bills or coins, and what characteristics it had (such as a folded corner).

Little gain.

A pocket of large coins.

All three had large denominations in coins, and more than thirty-seven pounds.

The platform police were inexperienced and asked questions, but seeing no effect, they would occasionally turn their gaze to Kingsley and to the face of the gentleman who claimed to be a detective - they had no other options, and said that if they had to investigate, they would have to keep the three suspects completely.

I'm afraid we won't get a clear result in the end.

"No, I have work to do."

The lawyer was dissatisfied first.

Secondly, the old man who ran the pub also said that he had to take the train this time in order to grab an order for a batch of wine, so he couldn't be late.

Finally, the lady also said that she had already talked to her brother and father and that if she didn’t arrive on time, she might make them worry.

In short, during the fifteen-minute gap in the train, the four platform guards were helpless.

Kingsley looked closely at the lawyer's coin pocket and asked:

"Why the extra pockets?"

The lawyer uttered a confused "hmm" and was unable to respond: "The coin should be in the bag, sir."

"You have enough bills, and you are a lawyer. Why should you spend a lot of money and bring a bag of troublesome, jingling coins?" Kingsley narrowed his eyes, like a gliding falcon, aiming at the prey on the grass:

"The tavern owner needs to place an order, and those who are looking for their brother and father should bring their own savings, and you, Mr. Lawyer."

He tapped his cane.

"You just go home."

It is impossible for the people served by lawyers to pay only with coins - especially since these large coins with considerable denominations are gradually disappearing from the market.

They are about to go out of circulation, and new currencies are about to be launched.

Probably gold and silver coins with the Supreme Lady carved on them.

"So, can you explain where this 'just right' coin came from?"

Everyone looked at him with increasing suspicion.

The lawyer was annoyed: "You are not qualified to interrogate me! Poor speculation! Don't think that you can ask questions without restraint just because you are dressed well and call yourself a detective!"

He is upset and says Kingsley is trying to destroy his reputation.

"You are not a proper gentleman."

He said.

"How could you doubt me? An innocent lawyer?!"

"Innocence is not something you can squeeze out of your teeth." Kingsley did not comment, his face was indifferent: "Look, I tried to solve the problem, but I haven't said that you are a thief."

"I am not one!" the lawyer raised his voice.

"Of course. So, can I ask anything else?"

With so many people watching, the lawyer obviously couldn't say 'no'.

Rose tugged at Roland's arm, and since they were standing next to Kingsley, Kingsley could hear her words clearly.

“…This thin-faced guy doesn’t have a very good brain.”

"Rose?"

"It's obvious that the woman lied. She was the one who stole the things."

Kingsley almost laughed out loud: "Miss, you should go back to the car, fan yourself, and discuss the styles of scarves made of fox fur with your husband. Maybe you can also talk about music and painting. In short, stay away from things that really require thinking and testing logic. It will be more decent for you."

That's really sharp.

"You don't think so?"

"I guess you can't do this job."

Kingsley was like most people Rose met—except, of course, for her Roland.

"Then I guess you haven't been to London, right?" Rose blinked, not angry.

If this person had been to London, he would be aware of the sensational parade and the people who were part of the destroyed Elephant Gang.

Including the leader of the elephant gang.

Who is that bloody diamond?

"Of course, I have the idea of ​​opening a detective agency in London, but I have to solve a case first."

Kingsley shook out his sleeves, pulled out his pocket watch, pushed it open and checked the time.

"You should think about it more. Your unclear brain might be able to fool a few people in the countryside." Rose yawned, "Look at what you did. You let an innocent gentleman be wrongly accused, but let the real criminal go unpunished. Can anyone who is alive and can walk call himself a detective?"

Kingsley stared at her for a long moment, then suddenly turned to the man she was holding.

Roland.

"I see you have the decency to know that a lady should not be seen in public."

But Roland no longer maintained the enthusiastic smile he had when they first met: "I see that you are not without respect, and you should know not to casually say irresponsible things to others. I advise you to open your eyes. Is that thing blocked by arrogance so tightly that you can't see what the real world looks like?"

Before Kingsley could speak, someone behind him spoke up.

Old Collins whispered: "You look just like the donkey my neighbor keeps next door--"

Roland: ...

Rose: ...Kingsley: ...

The people around showed expressions of disbelief.

They couldn't believe why a gentleman who could afford a first-class carriage ticket and dressed well would swear so much.

“I just don’t believe some people actually have wisdom.”

Kingsley glanced at old Collins, but strangely did not curse back.

He squatted down, took the bag in his hand, and looked at the lawyer with an unnatural expression.

Clatter. Clatter.

Large coins fell into his palm one by one.

"Too nervous, sir. Isn't that right?"

His fingers, like dry branches, were quite clean. He picked up the coin and rubbed it a few times, then moved on to another one and touched it - over and over again until someone began to get impatient.

"wax."

He suddenly spoke, but his expression did not look very good.

But this really shocked the lawyer.

Anyone could see that he was shivering.

"Everyone." Kingsley pinched the edge of the coin, raised it high in a C-shaped gesture, and looked around: "There is wax on the coin, can anyone tell me why?"

Obviously, he didn't expect anyone to answer, so he continued:
"Look here, do you see it?"

"It was used as a candle holder."

"What kind of good person would use such a large coin as a candle holder? Tell me, everyone - under what circumstances, who would be so eager to put this coin under the candle?"

"Every one."

It's no longer a hint.

"This suggests that this coin - or most of the coins in your pocket - belong to a person of a special profession... one who works at night."

People smiled knowingly at each other.

Use a coin as a support.

Many times, many people have to pierce the candlestick before the candle is pierced.

Wax on coins - this is a real joke that is not a niche one.

Because many people have done this.

When you leave, you leave the coin.

- This avoids haggling and just says 'Light the candles'.

"Every one of them, sir, are you going to make up a little fetish for yourself, or are you telling the truth? I have to remind you that it's not just the coins, I also smell something on you..."

After the lawyer's cover-up was torn apart by Kingsley, the four platform police officers prepared to detain him.

Then he finally confessed.

"I didn't steal it, sir! I didn't steal it!"

He shouted at Kingsley: "That was a gift from a friend! She gave me the money! I swear, I swear I didn't steal anyone's money on the train!"

Kingsley narrowed his eyes.

"Who?"

"Friend! sir! my friend!"

"Friends who work at night?"

The lawyer opened his mouth and looked around at the pairs of curious eyes. This time, he was in for a lot of fun.

"…Yes, I was working at night." He begged the police and Kingsley not to arrest him, otherwise, once the matter spread to the nearby counties, his wife, children, and even his friends would know.

Looking for a lover?
As common as drinking water.

Find a prostitute as a lover?
You have to know that some high-class, rare women who had been devoted to nobles for several years even married them with a 'clean conscience'.

There is nothing shameful about these things, and if the other person is beautiful, it can even add to the fun.

But, being supported by a prostitute...

It would be embarrassing.

Mr. Lawyer.

You have embarrassed yourself.

The men and women around him all looked at this man in a very strange way:
Just him?

So, the so-called business trip means going to a place to meet a prostitute lover, and then taking away the living money she has earned through hard work and perhaps at various risks.

At the same time, through Kingsley's explanation, everyone also understood that these large-denomination coins were gradually becoming extinct.

Then.

Keeping his lover...

Maybe to be beautiful and attractive, one must have been favored by many generous and high-ranking gentlemen.

"What is so charming about you?"

Kingsley's words, coupled with that 'I don't understand' look, completely ignited the powder keg.

Accompanied by laughter, the lawyer started shouting and cursing without any scruples!

(End of this chapter)