The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 347 Ch.346 Young man

Not to mention these silly debates over 'truth'.

The help Evans wants is the key to cracking this "field" and the key to unlocking the ghost's obsession. There is no problem with his process, but this key requires someone to cooperate.

"If they want reforms, we will give them reforms!"

Evans said.

"What is obsession, sir and ladies? Their souls still care about them after they die - I think we might as well give them what they want..."

He ran his eyes over them, picking out the braver ones.

However, many people stepped forward and were willing to take risks with Evans.

At this time, Roland suddenly stood up and stretched.

He tilted his head, whispered a few words to Randolph, then raised his arm high and waved the gentleman's staff in the air.

Everyone looked over.

"Mr. Derek Evans," he said. "I am the Executor of the Inquisition, Roland Collins."

With just one sentence, some people's expressions quickly changed.

They had vaguely heard of Roland's 'characteristics', and when they mentioned it like this, they were completely right.

‘He is Golden Rosa! ’ The first person to shout was a woman—this undoubtedly hinted at what kind of group Roland was famous among.

Yes, golden rose.

Named after the national flower, the favorite flower of all the citizens of this land, and added with the color of his gentle and deep golden eyes - the person who gave him this nickname is obviously also a woman.

These people didn't know what the executive was, or how scary the ritualists were, and they didn't care about police detectives or aliens. Instead, they were keen to talk about beautiful boys.

Therefore, the title Golden Rose was first widely spread among women:

Many people are not allowed to meet Roland, but rely on word of mouth to imagine a young, handsome, black-haired and golden-eyed gentleman with a smile as gentle as the warm spring breeze and melting ice and snow - and even fewer are lucky enough to see him. , will bring the good news to her friends:

‘Guys, we are still too conservative. ’

Golden rose of Holy Cross.

This is both a compliment and an invisible disparagement.

Most of the gentlemen began to dislike this beautiful 'girl' whom they had never met, and Roland was from the Tribunal...

Double disgust.

Only a few people have truly come into contact with the ritualists and some secret ones, and even better understand what has happened in London recently, the changes in the Holy Cross, and the growing closeness between the 'Supreme' of the Tribunal and the Supreme of this country. relationship person…

Only then will I treat this surname with caution.

Collins.

Roland Collins.

He had killed a formal ritualist during his apprenticeship.

Participated in the great events in Bristol and survived - there are still countless cries floating in the sky over that city, and how many ritualists stationed there have lost their lives?

Sometimes, surviving often means being strong.

But obviously, no one present really knew this.

Perhaps one or a few hands were hiding something intentionally or unintentionally, making Roland's 'record' true or false, so that some young people in the trial court were confused and asked their boss whether Roland was involved or not. Participate in a task.

The answer they got was: 'Get lost. ’

I have to say that this does make the title of "Golden Rose" weaker, greasier, and...

Not manly.

It is equivalent to being nailed into the image of someone who makes a living by pleasing ladies, who has a smooth head and a smooth face, and a soft voice.

You know, these days, there are not many ways to insult men, there are only two.

Unmanly, and, unmanly.

One is physical and the other is mental.

This comment was enough to make people fall into the dust, so many women also changed their attitudes and publicly stated that they did not think that the golden rose could represent true female aesthetics——

They expressed this in salons, art seminars or private afternoon teas:

Only a handful of people love, chase, and go to see this unrealistic ‘rose’ just to admire that vulgar face.

She has never seen him before and doesn't plan to see him in the future.

'If such a person could be pursued by us... Gentlemen, I am only a woman, but I know something about real things! Can such a person go to the battlefield? ’

‘Can you contribute to our country? ’

'His pretty face cannot avoid the sword, nor can his slender figure - I guess it must be slender figure - withstand the enemy's charge. ’

'I won't mention the distant ones, gentlemen and girls, but the latest one, the murder in the salon: the despicable and shameless villains sneaked in openly and killed a good friend among us - if the "Golden Rose" was present, What can you do? ’

‘Crying while rubbing your red eyes? ’

Someone reminded her that the people who sneaked into the banquet were not evil party members, but cultists.

‘Oh, yes, yes. But aren’t the cultists and the evil party all the same? They always want to hurt us. But what I want to say is, how can he protect us? With that beautiful face that attracts more attention than a woman? ’

He was reminded again that the Golden Rose was the executive.

'The executive is...a police officer? Oh, that's more interesting. What did he do? Where is He when we are hurt? ’

‘I’m afraid you’re spending time with some “good friend”? ’

After the lady came forward, the ladies in the salon also expressed their support.

Due to the bad reputation of the Inquisition, few people dared to mention this title in public afterwards.

Like a gust of wind in the wilderness, it leaves no trace after it passes.

Even the person involved didn't hear the wind, and the wind died out.

"Rose?"

Roland stared straight at the land in front of him and tilted his head a few times: "Sorry, are you calling me?"

There was a rustling sound of discussion.

The one who answered was still the leader of the living team in front of him - Derek Evans.

He didn't seem to like the Tribunal very much, or was a little in awe of the Executive Officer. When facing 'Executive Officer Roland', his voice became much stiffer - but his face was still so enthusiastic and confident.

"So you are the executive officer!"

He quickly walked through the crowd and came to Roland, stared into his unfocused eyes, and stretched out his hand: "I am Derek Evans! Reserve detective of the Supervision Bureau, apprentice. I'm so happy to meet you - especially In this difficult situation, an executive can make our hope burn brighter!"

The shaking eyeballs under his earlobes pricked Roland.

Malice coming from in front of you.

"You have done a perfect job before, Mr. Evans. You are as perfect as my captain. I once thought that I was no longer needed." Roland shook hands, his face showing the shyness and jerkiness that befitted his age.

He lowered his head slightly, and anyone could hear the anxiety in his voice:

"But, but..."

Evans' smile grew wider: "But... what? Please tell me! You and I are responsible for the lives and deaths of dozens of ladies and gentlemen. If you can make better suggestions, I think we will all thank you... right?" "

He turned his head.

The people around him were full of distrust and contempt.

As a police officer dealing with similar incidents, Evans' confidence, enthusiasm and leadership far surpassed that of this young and shy 'beauty' - many people speculated that perhaps the previous rumors were not wrong.

This "peerless" person probably has a truly peerless face...

Perhaps, plus a peerless probe rod.

Facing Jinque's inquiry, which was as dazzling as the sun, Roland, who jumped out to interrupt regardless of the overall situation, seemed a little embarrassed.

They trust him as dust.

"If you're embarrassed, just touch your nose."

Roland's hand that was about to be raised paused slightly, then moved around his neck, scratched his head, and hesitated even more: "I'm not sure, Mr. Evans..."

Young, irresponsible young people.

"Tsk."

"You're so damn bad."