The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 801: Giles's News
Kingsley not only failed to apologize.

He even "sat" (rubbed) all the way from one end of the sofa to the other while Roland wasn't paying attention.

This shocked Halida for quite a while.

——This serious long-faced man actually has such a childish side…?
Sure enough, Mr. Collins was different.

He constantly infects those around him and makes them better.

Come back.

Regarding Jim P. Walker, Roland didn't want Kingsley to come to him directly.

Maybe he wanted to use his "natural intelligence and sharp words" to find the opponent's flaws (Roland assumed he really had them) - but since the other party changed his name, it meant that he was hiding something.

The door-to-door visit is just the last step.

Anyway, the people in the Inquisition treat it as the last step - usually the first step.

"I have a plan."

After lunch, we met at the entrance of Huajie Alley.

The two men, bearing the strange looks from the people wandering on the street, walked into this long street with stern faces, which only woke up at night.

Roland is going to visit Giles today.

Fernandez's old lover.

She is something of a know-it-all on this street.

"I really wish you had informed me before you called on me——"

Roland: "I'm so sorry, Ms. Fonseca. We—"

"Notify Droz first."

Roland: ...

The lady who always makes sure to look refined enough was particularly "sloppy" today - she was not wearing clothes suitable for meeting people, only a plain, uninteresting thick skirt, her hair was a little messy, and there were water drops on her forehead.

Kingsley saw immediately what the woman was trying to express.

close.

"I heard her talk about it. She said she was invited by you to dine at your house and met some good friends there."

Roland bowed and said, "Deloze is my friend, ma'am."

"She doesn't just want to be your friend," Giles used a lighter carved with hollow roses to light their cigars, and then stood up to wash a basin of fruit, "Maybe she wants to be a better relationship..."

Roland was puzzled: "Good friends?"

Giles rolled her eyes at him.

"A man's trick."

She is not a little girl anymore.

"When it comes to playing dumb, men these days are even better than spies." She scratched Roland's face with her finger. "I remember a poor painter who fell in love with one of my girls."

Fonseca paused.

"Do you know what he said?"

"He said."

"The reason he wanted her to leave as soon as possible was that he wanted to witness a scene that was difficult to imagine - her beauty was mysterious, as unpredictable as how the seeds in the clam shell would take root and sprout."

"He wants to be inspired, in terms of imagination."

Giles Fonseca chuckled.

"But when I named the price, he suddenly lost interest in the mystery... A painter's imagination always goes up and down, doesn't it?"

Roland's shoulders trembled.

"You should also hire a novelist to write about these people's stupid deeds and put them in a collection of stories."

Fonseca waved his soft hands, which looked like he had peeled an eggshell: "Then the Fonseca family is in big trouble. I can't afford to offend these gentlemen."

"Fernandez won't let you get into trouble."

"Yes, sir. But I shouldn't cause him any trouble. I hope our every day can be like this cup of tea." Giles pointed to the untouched cup of tea in front of Roland.

calm.

No waves.

"I think I know why Fernandez fell in love with you." "He fell in love with me just because of my face," Giles said with a more amused look in her eyes: "Men, sir, would you be moved by a woman's wisdom?"

Roland said why not.

Then he pointed at the unlucky guy next to him who had never spoken.

The detective with a horse face didn't know why he was here.

“… provided they have it.”

Kingsley glanced silently at Giles.

"Oh, it seems you have forgotten the story on the train. Didn't Rose teach you a good lesson at that time?" Roland took a sip of the teacup and became serious: "Let's talk about business, Ms. Fonseca. I came here today to ask you to find a smart and eloquent person for my friend-"

Kingsley: "Roland Collins."

Roland: "...and ask about someone by the way."

Kingsley added: "We only talk about 'by the way'."

Giles pressed her lips with her fingertips and smiled softly: "You and your friends are so interesting... Of course, of course, sir. As long as I know, I will tell you..."

"Then is there anyone who is smart and eloquent--"

Kingsley just couldn't stand him.

This person is never serious all day long.

"Walker."

He took over, straightened his back slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Jim P. Walker. We want to inquire about this person."

Giles blinked. "Captain Wooden Legs?"

"Yes, that's the nickname he gave himself." Kingsley nodded.

"No, no, no. Sir, how can you give yourself a nickname?" Giles Fonseca chuckled twice: "He has 'I want to be a sailor' written all over his body - can we still call him a land general?"

She told Roland and Kingsley.

Jim P. Walker worked at the other end of Flower Street.

Responsible for attracting guests.

About twenty years old, I can't tell the exact number, but definitely less than thirty...

"Trust me, gentlemen. The girls here are thoroughly experienced in judging a visitor's age—if they say he's under thirty, he's definitely under thirty."

Kingsley thought.

"A young man in his twenties."

Mumbled something.

Then.

He was only in his teens when the arson occurred.

It's a child.

Could such a person really know what happened at that time?
"He used the name 'Lloyd'. Did you know that?"

"Of course not," Giles replied. "We're not actually 'the same kind' - look where you are, sir."

Giles's "Fonseca House" is a "long-term rental" or "property to be purchased", while all the places where Jim P. Walker solicits guests are "short-term rentals" or "ultra-short-term rentals."

Kingsley said coldly to her, "It's surprising that people in this industry still look down on each other."

Giles acted calmly: "As a detective, you should understand it better than me."

Roland: Hahahahaha.

Kingsley: ...

Since arriving in London, he seemed to have never won a verbal battle with anyone.

"Introduce us to someone who knows Jim Walker. Ideally, as your 'husband' knows you."

Giles glared at the long-faced man in a rather coquettish manner, then stood up, smoothing her skirt.

"There is a girl who is Captain Wooden Legs' lover. She may know something - it would be great if she could help you... But I would advise you to spend at least some money. After all, the title of detective is not like a pound, and everyone will like it."

Kingsley stood up and followed, "I don't expect to be loved by everyone."

"I thought you thought so."

(End of this chapter)