The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 518 Ch.517 Strange Thief

Of course Fernandez didn't know the relationship between Roland and Enid, and why Roland didn't want to accept the invitation, even to go to the bustling streets of the West End to have a cup of coffee and listen to the colorful and considerate girls to talk a few words to relieve his boredom. reason.

Roland can go, but he cannot be invited by Fernandez.

Otherwise, the captain himself will be in bad luck.

Although he himself has no such interest.

But Fernandez was in high spirits.

He loves to gamble, play poker with the executives who have no tasks, and arrange to have a good night at a club during the holidays - when it comes to women, he seems to be a bit like the Mr. Chandson whom Roland met.

It's just that Chandson is more candid and profound, even so profound that it's almost philosophical.

certainly.

Fernandez invited Roland several times, not only out of 'good intentions', but also made a bet with the executives - such as when he could lead Roland to the 'right path', such as the first time Roland set foot on the 'right path' 'How long did it take'...

All kinds of things.

There's some dissatisfaction among female executives.

But they didn't say it explicitly.

Because this is so common, and some women also believed in private conversations that at Roland's age, he should indeed 'learn' how to 'get along' with women - Fernandez is a good guide, probably We can also find him a good teacher.

(Although they are also very happy to be the teachers.)

Fortunately, Enid was not too involved, and half of the men and women in the court were eagerly waiting for the day when Roland would become an adult.

Otherwise, there is indeed no need for the Tribunal to exist.

Roland had a normal view of the matter and was only thinking about Fernandez's life.

but…

He did have a special request.

"I have a friend."

he said.

"He usually has a straight face, and it seems like nothing attracts him except thinking about the case - I mean, he definitely loves women, but he never seems to express it."

Fernandez disdains: "There is no man who does not love women, unless he is a blasphemer."

Blasphemer.

Meaning, he loves men.

"I don't think he is a blasphemer." Roland said, "He just needs a little guidance."

Fernandez glanced at Roland with a sinister look: "You are so kind to your friends."

"I just want to see if this gentleman who only solves cases in the world can find other hobbies."

"Detective? Or police?" Fernandez asked.

"Detective," Roland said.

"I hate detectives. They always get involved in things they shouldn't be involved in, and then something goes wrong - they come in crying and say, 'It's your responsibility' when they're covered in pus or have tumors on their skin. I don't like it. Them, Roland.”

Roland: "My friend is different."

Fernandez: "All detectives are the same."

"Where are all the execs?"

Fernandez was silent for a while.

"…You are so good to your friends."

This sentence is actually sincere.

"I heard that you assigned a few rest workers to go to the city to find someone?"

"That's what I told you, circus." Roland nodded: "The lost baby is my friend's brother... I don't know where she went. Maybe she is wandering somewhere. She is a girl and no one knows her. . Some parts of the city are not safe.”

"It should be said that it's probably not safe." Fernandez and Roland boarded the carriage: "Now you have to pray that your circus friend is not so smart - if she is found, he will be a corpse by now. ”

After thinking for a while, Fernandez asked again: "You didn't tell the police, did you?"

"Does that work?"

Fernandez: "No. It will only make them laugh - don't ask the police, Roland, you should know who they are."

"I kind of wish Kingsley was in London now..."

"who?"

"My detective friend."

"The detective is useless. Now you can only pray to the Father of All Things to protect that circus girl." Fernandez adjusted his sitting posture and reached out to close the curtain. "How do you know such a person?"

"Did the All-Father ask?" Fernandez kicked him and stopped talking.

…………

…

Fernandez didn't get many useful clues from the South Side couple who had lost their child.

The not-so-young woman spoke erratically, and her husband didn't seem to care that much - rather than providing clues, he was more interested in showing off his 'eruditeness' in front of Roland and Fernandez, and inquiring about who they were. There is no chance of any 'compensation'.

Bullshit compensation.

According to Fernandez: Don’t impose it on yourself just because you know some rules.

That's something to abide by, but not to benefit from.

Otherwise, what are the rules?

after.

They went to the suburban cemetery and met Xander.

Since it is a burial place for "unrespectable" people, we cannot expect the tombkeepers to be conscientious - as mentioned before, in this business, most sons inherit their father's business, or father and son work together. Usually there are only one or two gravekeepers in a cemetery, not counting injuries and vacations.

Fortunately, it is a poor man's tomb, and tomb robbers will not risk being hanged or imprisoned to dig a pit containing nothing but bones.

When Roland and Fernandez arrived, Xander was waiting at the entrance of the cemetery, with a skeletal young man standing next to him - obviously, in the face of dangers such as the 'Black Crow', his son should take care of it.

"Roland!"

Xander walked forward quickly with her skirt in hand, almost blocking Roland in the carriage - completely ignoring the captain who was several times older than her.

Until he started coughing.

"Oh...good day Mr. Dewinson."

What else could Fernandez say.

Not once or twice.

They were led by the tombkeeper to the opened tomb.

The strange thing is that some of these roughly dug-out bones are intact, while others are missing.

The older ones stayed.

"...It's a baby, sir." The gravekeeper replied in a low voice: "The thief only picked out the baby's bones and kept all the older ones."

he said.

Not only that.

Some of the boards contain some of the family's sustenance, such as the deceased's favorite cup, jewelry, and odds and ends.

There are also shillings or pence.

The face value is small and the quantity is not large, but not a single one is lost.

All were left behind.

"It's not for money." The gravekeeper repeated the words of his father who was "temporarily recuperating due to illness": "...nor is he an experienced thief. Look, sir. This lock and the pit... I When my father was young, he guarded a large cemetery and saw people who specialized in this hellish job."

A truly skilled tomb robber does not use any unnecessary energy.

You will only find a very narrow pit, never like the one in front of you. The entire land looks like it has been destroyed by gunpowder.

"Didn't you hear something?" Fernandez asked.

The gravekeeper nodded and shook his head: "Sir, we are not here all day."

he said.

There are five large cemeteries in this area.

There are only two tombkeepers.

Him and his father.

"...Every time I found out after checking in the morning. The man seemed to live here like us and knew where my father and I were." The young man looked nervous: "He also threw those 'unwanted' bones everywhere …My lord, if it weren’t for the fact that there was no howling wolf…”

He asked Fernandez anxiously: "You can definitely catch him, right?"

The beast has no interest in dried bones.

This is of course man-made.

Fernandez patted him on the shoulder: "Tell me where you will be today. Also, take me to the place where you will keep vigil."