The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 639 Ch.638 Babies and Women

Everyone knows it, and it's what Chandson warned his son.

detective.

What is it?

A profession worse than that of a prostitute.

At least those women still pay taxes. If they can't pay taxes, there are other ways to soften the tough police gentlemen - who are detectives?

Illegal voyeurs trying to prove the incompetence of the police and taking business from them?

"I thought people like you would take on other jobs, such as catching a lover, or a lost dog, or a baby that choked to death on stems and leaves..."

Dan Barge inhaled to the end, and the fire ring on the crude cigarette flickered upwards, burning away the grass residue.

"You have nothing to do with this, you three. Find a café, order a few warm drinks, and talk about stockings and poets—"

Rose was a little disgusted by this old guy whose mouth was dirtier than the toilet behind her aunt's room.

If Roland hadn't said nice things about him, if she hadn't been a lady...

"I heard that the black men don't think this is murder," the girl crossed her arms and rubbed her toes impatiently: "Old... old gentleman."

Dan Bach was happy: "Miss, I will not provoke the executive's lover... you can say what you want."

Rose shook her hair and her green eyes shone brightly: "Oh, you are quite capable. You can also tell that I am his lover."

Kingsley:…

Halida: ...

Dan Barge grinned. Looking at the girl's virtue, he instantly guessed her relationship with the handsome gentleman - which was normal.

With that look, if he were a woman, she would love him to death.

"Save the flattery, miss. Since you understand that I am the police chief, you should know that this matter has nothing to do with you..."

Kingsley suddenly spoke: "We have interviewed all the suspects, sir, and this is the only one missing. Someone taught them how to deal with the police. I think you can't ask anything - compared with the lives of citizens, whether It's more important to solve the case yourself, isn't it?"

Dan Barge looked at the detective, his eyebrows under the brim of his hat twisted.

When he lowered his face, those wrinkles cut by the wind and frost were really frightening - like a living person with a crocodile skin sewn on his head, almost ready to eat someone in the next second.

"You're so weird, you little bastard."

The old police sergeant tapped his baton, put on an expression that made people recoil, and walked towards the detective step by step.

Thick stubble sprouted from his shallow, sinewy forehead, spreading all the way to his temples. When he chewed the dirty words and mixed them into sticky phlegm in his saliva, those beards and stubble were pulled by the developed muscles, showing a vivid and animalistic look.

"If you don't want to spend two days on your knees in a cold, damp cell, you'd better watch your mouth."

He pulled out the baton hanging from his waist and struck Kingsley hard on the chest.

"The clay floor is not the only hard thing in the cell."

Kingsley didn't care about this level of 'warning', and his serious and rigid outline softened for a moment: "The police don't care about this case, Chief Batch. If I remember correctly, no matter what case we handle, Chief Batch But no one should come to the door alone - or are the police in London City different from the police in other places? "

The baton on his chest paused slightly.

Dan Budge looked at Kingsley as if he were a pig suddenly speaking human language.

"It's incredible that the detective actually has a brain."

Kingsley shrugged and said calmly: "I think this is the public's misunderstanding about the police that has not yet been solved."

Dan Barge was annoyed: "You——"

He let out a stinky breath, silently withdrew his baton, and glared at Kingsley.

Then, he turned to Rose.

"I have the day off, ladies and gentlemen."

"There is a problem with this case. You should have discovered that these dead people are all left behind -"

Rose had no interest in sarcasm. This old guy definitely spent his own time secretly investigating these cases alone.

Dan Barge waved his hand and interrupted irritably: "You guys are totally incapable of doing this job."

He refused to listen to what Kingsley and Rose were saying, and violently walked forward and smashed the door.

Soon, half of a trembling woman's face emerged from the door. As soon as she opened the door a crack, the door was kicked open by the old policeman.

He broke in almost like a robber. Not only did he push down the woman who had not yet put on her coat, he also put his thick fingers into her hair, pressed it against her scalp, and pulled hard!

A shrill scream!

"You bitch who deserves to be killed! Say it! Don't teach me to hang you! I think you've seen the gallows too?"

While he was pulling the woman's hair, he was throwing her around on the ground like a doll that was no longer loved by a child, insulting her with the most obscene words, and kicking her in the stomach with the toe of his thick leather boot.

Kingsley's expression became increasingly tense as he looked at the scene in front of him.

And when he glanced to the other side, he found that Rose and Halida had indifferent expressions on their faces - just like a butcher witnessing another slaughter, there was nothing surprising.

"She won't say anything unless you rip her head off."

Rose smacked her lips and jumped up on the wooden table, her legs dangling in the air.

Normally, such obscene things cannot withstand a beating.

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Today's person is quite tough.

"Looks like I have to talk to you." The old sheriff pulled out his baton and kicked the woman over, but he heard the baby crying.

He strained his ears and looked for it.

In the closet.

The 'cabinet door', which is as thin as two pieces of shortbread, can hardly be called a 'cabinet' - it is at best a large wooden cardboard box.

There were several tied money bags piled inside, a few tattered clothes, and a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes who had just been awakened by his mother's wails.

Just when Dan Barge moved his eyes towards the baby, the woman almost let out a monster-like scream from her lungs!

She 'bounced' up from the mud, knocked away the Sheriff and Kingsley, rolled up the baby in an old blanket like crazy, and hugged her tightly in her arms!

Dan Barge weighed the baton in his hand and sneered: "That's good, it's time to have a second head."

The woman with muddy tears on her face knelt on the ground and begged him, begging him not to hurt her child, even if she killed someone——

"Who did you say you killed?"

The police chief leaned over and stared, seizing this hard-won loophole: "You killed your husband, right? How did you kill him? With whom? When?"

Kingsley walked around the woman who was kneeling begging for mercy, bent down and picked up the money bags one by one from the box.

There were pennies in it, and there were shillings in it.

"If you have to say that these money are your dead husband's inheritance...where is this one?"

The detective put his fingers into his pocket and took out a large gold pound.

This is not money that the families living here can save.

The woman's eyes gradually darkened, and she no longer defended herself at all.

She struggled for a moment, stood up suddenly, passed Kingsley, pushed the baby into Halida's arms, twisted around, her expression suddenly became fierce:

"I killed him because he deserved to die! The most you can do is hang me! But you can't hurt an innocent baby - otherwise, just wait until it's in the newspapers!"

She spat at the Sheriff.

"Pooh!"

"Greedy black skin!"

"I'd rather die on the gallows!"