The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 416 Ch.415 The Awkward Detective

evening.

The atmosphere is lively.

The people in the "BBQ Hands" drank from large cups, not caring about the dregs in the beer and the inferior liquor that made their throats uncomfortable - they didn't have much entertainment, and alcohol was the best choice.

It can make people have a less painful dream.

Some people slammed the table and talked about the Supreme being who had done some extremely stupid things recently.

Some people were asking around to find out whose man had a broken leg and whose wife had slept with whom, and they were drinking full cups amid shouting and shrill laughter.

The children were running around between the tables, grabbing half a loaf of bread or leftover chips from a basket from time to time and stuffing them into their mouths, refusing to let go no matter how hard they tried.

The younger girls had more obvious intentions and would always "accidentally" pass by Roland and say hello to him a few times.

Peggy laughed, Rose was annoyed, and Kingsley was expressionless, like a statue.

“Is it this lively every day?”

Roland asked loudly.

"One day a week," Paige shouted back.

Kingsley suddenly said, "No wonder."

"What do you mean 'no wonder'?"

"Prices in the mining district cannot be so low, young lady. The prices in this tavern are abnormal—especially the inferior food and drinks. We are travelers, and you think we have not seen prices in other cities?"

Kingsley's eyes were heavy: "So, no wonder these people have the money to come here and enjoy themselves every day."

A large loaf of brown bread cost only a quarter of a penny, and there was a discount when it was paired with beer.

A basket of chips and fried fish was only two pence, and miners got a better deal - but who else would eat and drink here?
How much money does this pub lose every week?
Kingsley stared at the plate of fish with their eyes wide open, lost in thought.

Peggy frowned, and her words became sharper: "Is this considered 'enjoyment'? Sir, do you know what miners usually do? Drinking the lowest grade beer, eating a few pieces of black bread and dead fish, is this called 'enjoyment'?"

Kingsley's answer was a little cold: "For them, this is enjoyment."

People who drink often know that the excitement at the beginning is not that exciting.

The real carnival starts when everyone is drunk and talking incoherently - but before they fall down completely, their hearts and heads are floating around, and no matter how serious they were during the day, now all they can do is smile foolishly.

This is the truly happy time.

Rose drank a little too much.

"This is all your fault..."

She held the wooden cup, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes became moist and sticky, like an endless silk thread stuck to Roland's face.

——When someone came to the table to chat with Roland and invite him to drink, the thief picked up the wine and drank it all in one gulp as if he was protecting his food, causing the other girls to laugh foolishly.

Roland also drank a lot, and his stomach was rumbling.

"Come on! It's time!"

Someone shouted.

Amid the crowd's jeers, Old Moore drank the beer in the extra-large cup, wiped his mouth, took out a guitar from behind the bar, and waved to Peggy.

"The clever bird of the mine!"

"Our Peggy!"

"Hurry up! Come on!"

Peggy's alcohol tolerance was amazing, and she didn't seem drunk at all. She hugged Roland and yelled in his ear:

"Watch me show you, Dawson."

She stood up screaming, greeted all parties, walked to the front desk amidst the gazes and shouts of flattery, jumped on her knees, and sat down on the wooden bar.

Took over old Moore's piano.

This action instantly made the tavern quiet - except for Roland and his group, everyone else seemed to know what was going to happen.

She began to play the piano.

The girl with a beautiful voice began to play the piano, interspersing her singing with the music.

It is a nursery rhyme from Innstown.

“…What’s so great about that?”

Rose glanced at the girl at the bar who was the center of attention, and muttered, "It's not that difficult."

Kingsley glanced at Roland.

When the piano appeared, he immediately noticed something incongruous:
A miner's daughter could never play the piano.

The most she could play in her life was her husband's little cigarette.

Let’s look at how popular this Miss ‘Peggy’ is…

Apparently, she wasn't as ordinary as she said she was.

"Mr. Kingsley." "Ro...Dawson?"

"How long have you been doing this?" Roland asked, holding a glass of wine.

“Less than five years.”

"Oh," Roland nodded: "So, three months?"

Kingsley's icy face finally melted a little, revealing a hint of a smile: "Four and a half months, to be exact."

"We'd better act together here."

Kingsley frowned slightly, puzzled: "I have a gun, and my fists and feet are enough to knock down a strong man. It's better for you and your friends to follow me."

Roland noticed that he cared a lot about the truth and his own "hobby" - but he didn't care about winning or losing in the exchange of words.

So, the subtext of this sentence is:

"Why do you say that?"

Or what exactly Roland discovered.

"I can now conclude that you must have been involved in some high-risk cases without your father or mother's knowledge." The young man with his eyes closed laughed, "Didn't they tell you not to get curious like a cat when approaching certain things?"

"I've seen more dangerous things." Kingsley took a sip of wine. "For example, monsters."

He said.

"monster?"

"Yes, a deformed monster." Kingsley was silent for a moment, hesitating on how to describe the thing to Roland, "...in a cellar without sunlight."

He said.

It was a cannibal. It looked ugly, but it always gave people the illusion of being beautiful...

"What happened next?" Rose asked.

"Later, some people who specialized in dealing with monsters killed it with holy water and bullets. So, sir, ma'am, I want to tell you: I am not an ignorant person. I have witnessed many horrific cases."

Kingsley said.

He hadn't been a detective for long. Before graduation, he specialized in studying corpses and working with doctors.

But whether it is a corpse, a doctor or a detective, it is not a decent job.

The truly respectable thing is to 'not work'.

"…My father would rather I didn't even touch the doctor, just lie down and wait for the inherited gold to fall on my head and make me dizzy." Kingsley sneered: "But people always have to have their own ideas, what they want, and what they pursue."

"The difference between humans and hounds is that we use our heads to think about which way to go."

Kingsley said.

Roland did not agree or disagree, but added: "...In fact, there is no difference between people and hounds, Mr. Kingsley. Hounds obey the orders of their masters, and people often obey the orders of walls."

"wall?"

"Yes, those walls you can't see say: there is only one way, you don't really have much choice."

Kingsley couldn't understand what Roland meant.

In his opinion, many things are up to people to choose. Even miners as despicable as these miners can choose whether to do this job. If they are smart enough, they should know that they can quit such dangerous and unprofitable jobs and turn to some safer and more profitable businesses.

Like his father.

For example, what to sell to make more money.

Then buy some boats.

You will never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life.

He thought so and said so to Roland.

"I really hope the world is as brilliant as you describe." Roland smiled and touched his glass with his. "May your wish come true."

Kingsley frowned. "You don't think so? As long as people work hard--"

"I don't think so, but that doesn't stop us from being friends, Mr. Kingsley." Roland raised his glass: "Give the carnival back to the carnival. The winter is cold enough, you don't have to make it snow indoors."

The detective looked at the wine in his hand.

Drink it all in one gulp.

"I do... think you and this young lady possess some unusual wisdom, and I am happy to be your friends."

He said dryly.

Rose rolled her eyes silently.

See it.

Some people are like that.

When you make friends, you have to reach out to others, and when you praise someone, there has to be thorns in it.

(End of this chapter)