The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 641 Ch.640 Rose’s Arithmetic Method

Kingsley had always had a question.

"I don't understand. What's the benefit of helping someone like you?"

Kingsley looked around the brick house that was about to leak.

The leader of a criminal gang paid these women to get away from their husbands, brothers, and fathers, and then—

Nothing can be inherited.

What can poor people inherit?

The ugly faces, low status, and stupidity they left behind from their parents?

"No, we make money."

said the woman.

"Three pounds for the job."

She was referring to the pockets of gold pounds that Kingsley had found - anyone who did this would not only not have to hand over their 'inherited' inheritance, but would also get three more pounds.

This business is worthwhile.

"Leave it to me!"

Before Kingsley could untie the pocket, Rose jumped down from the table, stepped on the dark brown mud, and grabbed the money pocket from the detective's hand: "I've been very good at arithmetic recently."

Halida coaxed the baby and moved her feet silently...

Still didn't escape.

"Come on! Halida! Didn't I teach you a lot? Show them what we learned!"

Halida is not very adaptable to Rose's personality - a personality that shows off wherever she has achieved something.

not to mention…

According to the words of the old gentleman (teacher): Miss Shelley, you should be the financial officer and be responsible for government expenses - even a dozen pennies can turn into tens of thousands of pounds.

A bit exaggerated.

But not much exaggeration.

Halida is more talented than Rose in this aspect, at least she can do calculations without using her fingers.

"...Three shillings, plus fifteen pence, seven pennies here, half a crown...and two pounds, that's five...no, six pounds. Kingsley, she's lying! Here's There’s obviously a lot more money?”

Halida: ...

Kingsley:…

Dan Barge rubbed his stiff face.

This girl actually looked proud.

"Lest we become richer than the rest of the country, let me do the counting."

Kingsley silently stepped forward, picked up a few money bags, jingled them, and scattered them all on the table.

"Three pounds zero..."

"Seven shillings and eleven pence," Halida muttered subconsciously.

Kingsley was surprised: "What did you say?"

Just as the maid was about to repeat, a flash of dazzling green suddenly lit up in her peripheral vision.

"...I said, exactly six pounds, sir," Halida choked, her voice clear: "That's six pounds, exactly."

Rose sniffed: "Look what I said."

Kingsley glanced at Rose with great disgust, but he had some changes in his view of the regretful maid - being able to calculate money clearly in such a short period of time at least proved that her brain was flexible enough.

Just don't have the guts.

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It's night the next night.

Four sneaky ladies and gentlemen, who were almost extremely wealthy, changed into casual clothes, hunched over and hid behind an abandoned low house.

The baby was left in the care of Dan Barge's wife.

According to the woman, the location of each gathering was different - one of them always got the news in advance, and then, as Kingsley speculated, when 'a road' went straight through, they notified each other and confirmed the location.

They will follow the road until they pick up the last member, and then go straight to the appointed place.

Four people were guarding the 'end' of the route.

"That gentleman asked you to take risks?" The old police chief asked casually when he was bored - he couldn't understand Rose's behavior.

In Dan Barge's opinion, a woman like Rose should stay at home. Since she has an executive lover, why would she go out to catch the thief? After all, what does she have to do with this case?

"My friend is being harassed by these people."

Rose held a piece of French fries in her mouth and answered vaguely.

"Then you should ask Mr. Collins to report to the Inquisition. With the Executor, I don't have to talk nonsense with you here at night - I should be in bed."

Rose: "You could use 'wife's side', it would sound more palatable."

The old guy shook his head like a spinning wheel: "That's not true."

Rose:?

"I was in bed, my wife wasn't. If she was, I wasn't."

Rose became more and more confused as she listened: "Say something I can understand, Mr. Butch."

The old sheriff chuckled and glanced at the faces of Kingsley, Halida and Rose - three young people, each stuffed with stupidity.

"You don't love your wife?"

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Rose guessed what the old man meant.

"No, no, no," Dan Barge sniffed and leaned against the brick wall with his arms folded: "Of course I love her."

He told three ignorant young people.

His wife has small eyes like navels, and when she stares at people through the crack in the door, she looks like a ghost who has been wronged a lot;

The nose is huge, and sounds come out of the nostrils when speaking, and when shouting, it is impossible to hide even a little bit;

Her upper body was as skinny as a praying mantis that had been hungry for three hundred years, but her lower body was like a fat horse raised in a rich pasture of a nobleman;

She has a triangular face and frighteningly high cheekbones, and she always likes to spend unnecessary money on unnecessary accessories.

——For example, a hat with a stuffed painted sparrow sewn on it.

Dan Barge said he didn't have a problem with the fancy hat.

If it is worn on the head of a slim and beautiful lady, it will be a beautiful hat, and it will make people praise it as "elegant".

If it is worn on an ugly person's head, it is like a very expensive hat that is blown by a storm and falls on a head that it should not fall on.

——But even so, he still loves her.

The old sheriff slapped two pieces of old meat along his lower back, over the cold iron barrel and belt.

He smiled obscenely at the three young men.

"Because of this thing, I fell in love with her at first sight."

Rose's face was full of disgust: "Doing such a move on a lady, no wonder the reputation of the police among the citizens is so bad now-besides, you still haven't explained why you don't sleep together?"

The old sheriff slapped twice again and lamented: "It's also because of this thing."

Rose: ...

Kingsley: ...

The only one who didn't understand this was Halida.

"Maybe we can talk about some topics related to the case."

Kingsley really couldn't stand this old thing talking dirty in front of himself and Rose-as a gentleman, he had the right to refuse to start a topic that would be embarrassing.

Whether Rose was a "lady" or not.

She shouldn't listen to a nearly fifty-year-old guy telling jokes about things below the waist in such an occasion.

If she listened and expressed "uncomfortable", then Kingsley himself would be obliged to end the conversation: as the only respectable man at the scene, he had to take care of the feelings of the ladies.

"Oh, I don't understand why that 'Carlo' spent his own money to ask those women to murder their husbands, fathers or brothers-if they need to form a gang, there are obviously many strong men in the South District."

The old sheriff said while pinching his ears: "If they must kill men, why don't they recruit women in brothels? The girls there don't see anything else all day long."

Kingsley has his own guesses about this cult that is not a cult.

Just like the reason why Rose intervened in this case: for her harassed friend (actually just for fun).

And the behavior of the cult members became weird after they found Ms. Burns.

"There are many contradictions in the behavior of the "Silver Spindle". Kingsley said.