The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 640 Ch.639 Miraculous Medicine

The woman who confessed that she had killed her husband received more punches.

"Can't you take her back to the police station and beat her up?"

Rose was annoyed by the woman's high and low screams: "She even admitted that she killed someone."

The old police chief shook the blood from his fists, touched the bloody and dead woman in the mud with his toes, and breathed out loudly: "I'm not the person in charge of the district police station, miss. You don't seem to understand how to communicate with me at all." Get along with people.”

Rose sneered at his words: "Getting along? Just secretly investigating cases as a messenger of justice while pretending to be a well-behaved and obedient pet dog?"

Halida glanced at Rose silently.

"Just because some people can get away with it doesn't mean they don't deserve to die."

Dan Barge hooked his index finger and loosened his tie, with a chill in his words.

A full ten minutes.

He tortured the poor woman like an animal - at least in Kingsley's eyes, the police's case handling process was too rough: it can be seen from the old police chief's attitude towards the suspect.

He's not sympathetic to the murderer, he's just a novice with passion and ideals who has never really handled a case on his own - you can't accuse him of showing stupid mercy in this matter.

Although everyone in the room can see it.

Dan Barge is back to sarcasm.

He just didn't like this man.

detective?

If only a clever mind could catch these cruel and dehumanized criminals and make them beg for mercy and repent - why would humans still invent artillery?

Just like you can make a woman fall in love with you with sweet words, but you can't make her fall in love with you just by using them.

What is the key to a tough guy can only be understood by a man who has grown up and matured.

"A child."

He made a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit it on the woman's face, but his eyes glanced in Kingsley's direction.

"I just don't agree with your method of interrogation, Sheriff. I think she has learned her lesson and needs no additional punishment from anyone but the judge and the gallows - she is not a tool for you to vent your anger."

Kingsley curled up two fingers and tapped on the table.

He saw the bloody woman squirming on the ground, making an indistinguishable hiss in the direction of Halida—or his child.

"You should ask her associates."

"I don't need you to teach me how to investigate a case." The old police chief reached into his pocket, took out a wrinkled cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it, squeezing out the wrinkles on his face: "...let her finish it first. The mouth will naturally loosen up due to the pain.”

Kingsley disagreed.

He stood up and came to the woman, squatting down slowly.

"Tell me where your accomplices are. If you don't want to keep getting beaten, or hanged - if you talk enough... I mean, maybe... you'll have a chance to live."

The woman heard the sound and struggled to raise her head.

Opened his mouth.

Be brave enough.

He spat blood on Kingsley's leather shoes.

"Pooh!"

The Sheriff was furious when he saw this and wanted to step on her head with the sole of his shoe, but Kingsley stopped him.

"I would like to ask what wishes those people made to teach you to protect them like this -" the young detective lowered his head and spoke in a gentle voice.

Gentle like a straight line that never shakes.

"You have also seen the methods of this police chief. I don't know your fate, but your child..."

The words burned through the tissue like a red-hot charcoal.

The woman struggling in front of her feet grabbed Kingsley's ankles, whimpering and blood and knocked-out teeth dripped from her mouth. The tears she shed actually washed away the mud and blood on her face in an instant.

She looked at Kingsley quietly, staring intently, wanting to see him into her heart.

"You are a special criminal."

Kingsley stared back, his straightened tone like an invisible thread winding around the woman's neck.

"We have investigated and found that the deceased had not only a husband, but also a young child - you are the only one who left a child behind. You love him very much, don't you?"

Under the cold gaze, a feeling of suffocation rose up in his throat.

Kingsley spoke to her as if to himself:

"The gangs must be connected to each other in some way. I have observed where you live," he read to the woman one by one, reading all the places he visited today: "Illiterate people cannot convey news by letters - I believe You have no artistic talent either.”

"Newsboy? Footman?"

"One more danger."

"Look, if a carriage or on foot starts from the farthest house in the East End and goes all the way along the News Lane of Little Cross Street..."

Following Kingsley's voice, Dan Budge's eyes flashed with surprise for a moment.

he…

That's right.

Judging from their location, the suspects whose husbands died lived on the same road.

‘A way’ where you don’t have to look back.

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"I don't know how you changed the code, at what time, and to whom to deliver the news of the party - madam, I only need to know one thing: you have to go in person, right?"

A puddle of blood dyed brown, an extremely bad environment.

He was as precise and calm as giving a speech in college, using extra energy to modify his long and short sentences to make the whole speech as free from dullness as possible.

"We might be able to make a deal."

Kingsley looked at the woman with a distorted expression, not caring that she looked like a crocodile sticking her head out of the mud, and still spoke warmly:

"I will take good care of your child, but in return, you have to pay something. That's reasonable, isn't it?"

The woman looked at him for a long time.

Suddenly laughed.

The wounds of varying shades on his face writhed like red worms.

"Body...is...sick."

Her voice was hoarse, and her whole face was ruined like a cake falling into a child's hands.

"Yeah?"

Kingsley pressed his knees and turned to look at Halida and the baby in her arms.

"Then we will cure it. Doctor? There should be no doctor in London that we can't find." Kingsley nodded to her and gave his name: "I am a detective. A detective with good reputation so far. ——You should believe me, and you can only believe me.”

This method is indeed more effective than beating.

The woman quickly revealed the 'secret': she said the woman called herself Carlo.

He's a pharmacist.

She provides these suffering women with some 'miracle medicine' for free - medicine that can kill people silently and can control the length of time. Those who take the medicine will die in extremely painful ways.

She asked them to mix the powder into bread or wine, no more, no less.

Do this great thing with patience.

Give it little by little to your husband, father, brother or child, letting this 'miraculous medicine' that no one can discover seep into their flesh and bones.

As long as it's slow enough, they won't even know they're sick.

These people who took the elixir would only feel dizzy and gradually lack strength. Even if they drank heavily all day long, their flesh and blood would continue to be blown by the wind and sand, making them more and more dry.

They suffer from insomnia.

His temper grew increasingly violent.

There will be severe pain in the head.

Death is excruciatingly painful.

"But there's no evidence."

The woman smiled hoarsely: "I killed him, and no one found out as expected."