The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 621 Ch.620 The indifferent thug

The horn mask is simple and exquisite, and is smoky gray in color.

It is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. After the two horns are rolled over the top of the head and bent, they hang down to both sides like hair.

The other hound face is also particularly ferocious and lifelike.

In addition, these two thieves are extremely skilled...

There is already a lot of information.

'You can call me 'thug' next to 'rabid dog'. ’

Ten minutes ago, he was soundly beaten by this 'rabid dog'.

——He originally had the upper hand, but although every punch missed, he was able to force the thin woman back before his eyes.

Until he accidentally knocked down the dark blue swaddle in her arms.

Looking back now, my face and lower abdomen still hurt.

True to its name.

A mad dog.

"Since when did you focus on my father?" He asked with squinted eyes: "This man is famous in London, isn't he?"

The half-joking and half-sarcastic words did not arouse the interest of the two robbers. The leader Yang Jiao just shook his head and said lightly: "...but it has nothing to do with Mr. Chandson's 'fame'."

Philip Chandson was still out of his element, humming a song while throwing money into the sack.

"My father is not of his right mind, ladies. I implore you not to take his life."

"We just want money," Yang Jiao twisted the curly hair that hung down to his ears, and the toes of his shoes clicked on the wooden board, and his voice was hoarse due to excessive squeezing: "Besides, I haven't heard of it in Flower Street. Mr. Chandler's name."

Philip Chandson puffed up his chest and said, "I rarely go to bargains."

"This is nothing to be proud of," the young man rubbed his head: "You have to discuss such a topic with two robbers?"

Philip Chandson shrugged and glanced into the shadows.

detective…

At your level, you are at best a second-rate detective, son.

The reason why he was so relaxed was because he could see at the first glance that these two 'robber ladies' were by no means the kind of maniacs who would kill people if they disagreed.

Although the leading ‘Sheep Horn’ has a street temperament, the girl behind her does not.

She still hasn't lost the traces of her training.

The maid's standing posture, subconscious etiquette, as well as the address she uses when speaking, and the words she chooses after careful consideration.

Although she spoke less, she couldn't bear Chandson's constant talk.

"Thugs and rabid dogs. No gangster would give himself such a name. Two ladies, you have a man's heart." Chandson took out a pocket watch from the first drawer and threw it into the sack.

Yangjiao misinterpreted what Chandson meant and was a little proud: "Just tell the police! But no one believes that two men will be robbed of money by two women - you must be careful about being published in the nearest newspaper..."

“‘The Chandersons were mugged by a woman’—how about that?”

Philip Chandson exclaimed: "What a good plan, ma'am. How many times have you done this?"

"Five times."

"I haven't heard of it even once. It seems that those 'gentlemen' all chose to hide it, right?"

The woman raised her head: "Of course. Dignity is much more important than this little money, Mr. Chandson."

Chandson was convinced: "Are you a gang? It seems you still have a name?"

""tea party". "Yangjiao seemed to be waiting for him to ask this question, and answered quickly.

"Tea party?" Chandson paused: "This doesn't sound like the name of a criminal gang. I thought it would be called Blood Dagger, Wailing Double Hair or something... I patronized a girl before, and her nickname was 'Shen Dian Dian' '…”

"dad."

"Okay, I'll just say it casually..."

Chandson's words made the sheep's horns bend forward and backward.

She liked this funny old guy quite a lot, unlike the four families she had robbed before, he was full of morals and beliefs, and after finding out they were women, he started telling those dream stories about family angels - he was so pretentious and annoying.

This Philip Chandson is anything but.

"You are unlike any other wretch I have ever seen, Mr. Chandson."

"Of course, at least you still call me 'sir' and not some fat, ugly old thing." Chandson threw the last few coats into the sack and tied their mouths thoughtfully: "But, we There are still things in common.”

He is troubled.

"They are all unlucky people."

Yangjiao smiled and shrugged.

"This little money is nothing to you."

She twirled the dagger, returned it to its sheath, and quipped, "Who doesn't know Chandler is a rich man?"

He picked up the sack, weighed it, handed it to the hound behind him, and said:

"I'm very interested in your 'Shen Dian', would you mind telling me where she works?"

Chandsen seemed not to understand the meaning of her words. He smiled and mentioned the girl's characteristics, the place where she worked, and her mother's name.

"I wish you and your son good health."

Yang Jiao conveniently took the bag of apples from the bedside table, and turned away from the open wooden window with the woman behind him.

Along the way, there were countless expensive items taken away.

"You actually started chatting with those two gangsters. Are you even interested in a woman?"

"They are not gangsters," Chandson rubbed his hands, leaned out of the window and looked for a while, then closed the window tightly and drew the curtains: "Those two don't often do this kind of work..."

He turned back to look at his son.

"Kingsley, I told you not to do anything, didn't I? I warned you."

Kingsley Chandson scowled.

The sharp-edged diamond's face was covered in bruises and bruises.

"So I should just watch them step, dance, and steal your property bit by bit?"

"This little money is nothing," Chandson said disapprovingly. He slowly came to sit next to his son, tapping his knee with his index finger, and his smile gradually disappeared.

A long while.

"That's the Ritualist, kid."

"…What?"

"Ritualist. Didn't you tell me that you saw it in Inns Town?" The fat man squinted his eyes meaningfully: "But you can't see it now? We don't have to fight against the ritualist..."

He paused.

"Go to the police tomorrow, Kingsley."

Kingsley turned around silently: "If I heard correctly, your last sentence was 'don't go against the ritualist'."

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"This is to help, didn't you hear? They want to be famous."

Chandler shook his head.

His son loves the detective profession and has worked hard for it - but in his opinion, Kingsley does not have such qualifications, or in other words, is not the 'top' outstanding person.

He may be a little clever and think of some ways to detect and catch people, but if you are not a top smart person, there is no need to get involved in this business.

So obscene.

Who could value a detective?

"You see, although my reputation is not good, when it comes to the banquet, everyone must respect me. Kingsley, do you have to do something worse than a wild dog?"

Kingsley frowned; "I thought we agreed."

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"It's so exciting."

The girl biting the apple took out the shoulder pads and the pads on the chest and back, and lost weight as she walked.

Halida followed closely, carrying a sack.

"Ms. Rose, that's Ding, Ding——"

"It's custom-made, I know," Rose waved her hand, wiped the juice from the corner of her mouth, turned her head and smiled and rolled her eyes: "From tomorrow on, you are the only one who can go there by yourself, I don't need these bulging things... "

She ignored the frightened "hound" behind her, stamped her feet, breathed, and kept muttering "stimulation"——

"I know that Kingsley."

"who?"

"Kingsley Chandson. The friend Roland and I met when we were traveling - his surname is Chandson. It's unbelievable. He looks nothing like his father!"

The bouncing girl was in a happy mood, taking off her mask and shaking her black curly hair.

"I bet he didn't recognize me, and he never will."

Halida was a little anxious: "Yes, yes, we are friends..."

Rose disagreed: "What's wrong with friends? Friends and robbery are two different things. Robbery is robbery, and friends are friends - not to mention, he didn't recognize me. If he didn't recognize me, it means there was no robbery."

Halida:...

"Do you think it's irritating?"

The footsteps stopped, and the emerald green eyes suddenly came closer.

Rose stepped up and took off Halida's hound mask.

"Isn't it exciting to sting?"

Halida bit her lip and nodded imperceptibly.

"Hahahahaha, I knew you would definitely like it!" She put her hands behind her back and walked around Halida's back, around her sack and the swaddling clothes hanging around her waist, like a skinny little monster who had drunk all the craziness and satisfaction: " The courage begins with robbery. People in the West District are really boring and it is easy to encounter ritualists. "

"If that old guy hadn't just come back yesterday, I wouldn't have taken you there..."

"Wait a few days and go to the East District to steal?"

"Those poor people who are dying for their money. Go and steal their living money."

Halida clenched the rough sack in her hand: "...It's a poor person."

"Come on," Rose raised her lips disdainfully: "Will the peacock spare you? Halida, if you are unwilling to do it, you are not suitable for the "tea party" - you don't think that Roland Collins and Is Xander Kratoff a good person? "

"Or do you think the "Tea Party" is an organization that promotes justice? "

The girl faced the evening breeze and the silver moon, and the gentle green in her eyes gradually solidified into two green beast eyes in the dark jungle.

Halida's hair stood on end.

At this moment, Lillian Rose Vansittart and Xander gave her the same dangerous feeling.

It's just that one is as sharp as a knife, and the other is as vicious as venom.

"If you're not happy, just be a maid. I think this will satisfy him," Rose pouted: "If it weren't for that bitch, I wouldn't care about you...annoying..."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Halida hurriedly lowered her head to follow, thinking a lot.

Roland…

Mr. Collins…

When will you come back?