The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 405 Ch.404 Case Closed
The lawyer didn't steal, and he eventually showed Kingsley a silk scarf.

The name is embroidered on the tail corner.

No well-educated lady would leave her name on a scarf embroidered with a picture of people fighting.

So, what he said was probably true.

The lawyer pushed through the crowd, clutched the silk scarf amid laughter, picked up the suitcase, and went to a lower-class carriage, cursing.

Feeling dejected.

Before leaving, he glared at Kingsley fiercely.

So the problem took a detour and came back again.

There are two left. Who is the thief?
At this time, Kingsley "accepted" Rose's argument - he turned his attention to the lady who had taken refuge with her father and brother:
Maybe he had discovered some suspicious points early on, but to be honest, there was nothing he could do to a lady in public.

I don’t know if she had expected that all the platform police were men.

So, no one could touch her.

"Do you have any ideas?"

He actually asked Rose for advice in public, which surprised Green Eyes:
During the investigation, this man displayed such arrogance that people wanted to punch him hard.

"Of course I didn't. I'm not a policeman." Rose lowered her chin, "But I can guarantee that she must be a thief."

So Kingsley asked Roland again and asked the other spectators present.

"Are you sure she is a thief?" Roland asked in a low voice.

"Of course." Rose dared to guarantee it with her head.

He thought about it and whispered something to Kingsley.

soon.

With the help of the crowd, the platform was divided into two "circles" - people surrounded the old man who was placing an order and the lady who was running towards her father and brother, and the distance was not close.

As long as the voices are low enough, two people cannot hear what the other person is talking about in the "circle".

Kingsley helped Roland direct the operation, and after communicating with the platform police, he persuaded the onlookers through them - all this was thanks to the extremely strong mentality of the men and women in this land that "it's worth it to watch death if it's fun."

fantastic.

Who wants to miss it.

"Roland is much smarter than me."

Just as Kingsley was busy communicating with the police and everyone else, Rose wandered around and suddenly said this.

She could tell Kingsley didn't trust Roland any more than he trusted her.

Rose guessed right.

"We don't have much time. If this gentleman is lucky enough..."

Kingsley stared at the two 'circles' expressionlessly.

That's right.

luck.

He really didn't believe that women could be intelligent enough or have logic and thoughts comparable to men.

same.

He also didn't believe it. This guy was prettier than the girl. He even dared to say that he was one of the most handsome men in the country. A soft stick, a refined 'Mr.'...

What real ability can one have?

This kind of person usually wails on the stage in the theater, causing the ladies to sob and rely on smelling salts to be reborn.

This kind of person usually "roams around" among women's skirts in high-end carriages and at his father's parties, causing jokes and then flattering the host of the party.

They have no more wisdom than the women, but their accents are among the best and absolutely endearing.

Kingsley didn't believe these two men could be of any help.

Especially this one: Roland Collins.

He admitted that he had prejudices, but who doesn't have them?

It is as fragile as a willow branch. If it really hears the sound of gunfire, it will probably be scared to pee its pants.

"All right."

A policeman shouted.

Kingsley led Roland through the crowd to the first circle.

Roland turned his head and chatted gently with the tavern owner.

Ultimately, only one question was asked.

"You see, we are also being held here, and the train is about to leave. How about this?"

He said.

"You and the lady who lost something should both make concessions - a total of thirty-seven pounds. You should give eighteen pounds back to the lady to appease her and make her stop making a fuss, okay?"

Of course not.

The tavern owner was almost amused.

"That's my money! You lunatic! Why do you want to comfort her and shut her up by using my money? You have no morals at all!"

The spectators around also began to express their opinions and blame Roland.

"I'm done asking."

Roland raised his hand and said, "Well, everyone, let's go ask the remaining ladies."

The lady who was going to look for her brother's father.

Everyone dispersed and followed Roland and Kingsley to move towards the final circle.

But when Roland walked through the crowd, chatted with the lady for a few words, and asked the same question - everyone's expressions became strange.

same question.

But the lady's answer was quite different.

she says:

"Well, all right. As we are both women, and as poor as she is, I will give her eighteen of my own money, out of the thirty-seven pounds, to settle the case, and save her from all the crying and fussing. It gives me a headache, sir."

"I'm willing to pay a small price."

She thought she would be praised for her upbringing, morals, and even noble character.

However, it does not.

Everyone stared at her with unfriendly expressions.

"So, you're willing to give your entire life savings to a lady who lost her money."

"Of course, there is a problem." The woman felt that the situation was not good, and tried to quibble, "I have always been kind."

"Of course," Roland said, "it's possible that you were a kind person before you became a thief."

Without waiting for the woman to get angry, he took a half step back and left the situation to Kingsley.

The detective trembled his lips and raised his voice to the people around him:
"I think you all understand. I, or you, or you - we have all been deceived by this woman."

He had a loud voice, much younger than his face.

"The old man who placed the order was not happy to do this, because the money was hard-earned by him - but this lady, who might have encountered some trouble on the road and was in urgent need of every penny, generously gave eighteen pounds to a stranger."

"It can only prove one thing."

Someone in the crowd responded.

"That money isn't hers!"

"Because she's in a hurry to leave!"

"She's probably glad she got eighteen pounds for nothing!"

The crowd was noisy.

Kingsley nodded slowly, then looked at the pale-faced woman: "It seems that you can't get on the train."

…………

……

When the three of them returned to the carriage to applause, old Collins praised him and Rose.

This is exciting enough and also gratifying enough.

Although he didn't know how the green-eyed girl could tell that the woman was a thief and was sure that she had stolen the money - but she and Roland were smart enough, especially...

"Look at the expression on that donkey's face."

Old Collins was beaming with joy: "He was about to vomit on the spot. I think this lousy detective is not as smart as Alice - at least I told her the difference between men and women once, and she understood it immediately..."

Roland: ...

"uncle."

"What are you doing?"

"How old is Alice?"

"She has to grow up sooner or later, and I don't want her to be tricked by a bad boy into kneeling on the ground, humming a song and eating something she shouldn't eat - you...oh, Vansittart, I forgot you were still in the car."

What could Rose say?

You old thing were quite fashionable when you were young?
The greatest contribution of the etiquette teacher to her was not to make her proficient in proper etiquette - but to tell her again and again that when you are about to say something, you should be silent for three seconds first.

Three seconds later, if you insist...

Then remain silent for three seconds.

The time to answer has passed.

"Uncle." Roland rubbed his head: "If I see Yam..."

"Stop talking nonsense. Can I treat Yam the same way I treat you?"

Old Collins looked disgusted and said, "I think it's time for you to consider renting a bigger house."

Roland was surprised: "You never let me waste money."

"This isn't a waste of money. How can renting a house be a waste of money? You want Ms. Yam Jones to live in a shabby drugstore and be woken up before dawn?"

Roland said seriously, "I think she can bear it."

"Bullshit, hand over the money when the time comes."

"If you don't, I will give Yam a poor you."

"I said in the letter that I have a lot of savings. When she comes, we will..." After hesitating for a long time, Old Collins finally told the truth, "My savings must be used to hire servants, buy her a carriage... and so on... Well... what do you think..."

He clasped his hands and looked out through the glass.

He just didn't look at Roland.

"So, you blew my money?"

The old man coughed a few times and said righteously: "There is no such thing as bragging about emotional matters. Aren't we a family? You made money, and after all, your last name is Collins..."

Roland hesitated for a moment: "I can have another last name, sir."

Old Collins, with a gloomy face, pulled out a pillow from his waist and hit him.

Rose laughed so hard that she fell backwards.

This is…

family?
(End of this chapter)