The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1174 Ch.1173 The Theft Case

The patrol officers were at least six feet tall, so tall that they had to duck to pass through the connection between the carriage and the aisle.

The plain-colored police uniform was bulging, and the open collar revealed tangled, dark hair. The skin on his face was rough, and the scars had faded over time, but a closer look still revealed a hint of grim reality.

This is a capable person—Rupert could tell at first glance.

He's capable, but rude and disrespectful.

He barged in, reeking of alcohol, and without first greeting the distinguished guests in the carriage, went straight to the point:
"Someone has lost something, gentlemen. That's why you have to go to the dining car."

“I don’t think the person who ‘harmed’ us is the one who lost the item, sir. You should have some basic manners.” Theodore stood up, dissatisfied. When he stood up, he was much more muscular than the policeman, which made the girl behind him secretly curl the corners of her mouth.

Who doesn't love the plots in novels?
"If that thing can help me with my job, I'll find a tutor for it tomorrow—it won't just cause me trouble forever, will it?" The patrolman patted his trouser crease, and as his arm moved up, it brushed against the hem of his shirt, revealing the holster at his waist.

"I bet you came from London, right? People there often have neck problems... Coincidentally, the person who lost their things was also from London."

“I regret to inform you that I must decline—and on behalf of my two friends, sir. You have no right to judge our morals and souls in public,” Theodore replied in a deep voice.

No respectable person would want to be in such a situation, let alone sitting in the top-class carriage. Nobody wants to be stared at by a group of people whose clothes don't even match properly in a smelly dining car, answering every question from patrolling police officers—they haven't stolen anything, and they absolutely cannot be suspected of stealing.

"That's not up to you."

The patrol officer clicked his tongue, tilted his head past him, and looked at the black-haired youth on the other side.

A whole carriage of…

A beautiful person.

This is troublesome.

"...Hmm...it will only take ten minutes."

He added an extra sentence out of 'kindness'.

Those who know him well would know that this is definitely a 'merciful act'—when encountering such trouble on a train, the patrol officer undoubtedly has the most power: he has the authority to make every fool in every carriage obediently go to his designated place…

Aside from the pat-down procedure on the ladies, he could do almost anything he wanted…

of course.

They will also have to bear the consequences of 'doing whatever they want'.

For example, the price difference between a lower-class carriage and a higher-class carriage is enormous.

Fortunately, he himself is quite upright.

As long as these young masters and ladies obeyed and went to the dining car to talk for a few minutes, the matter would be over—the patrolman knew perfectly well that it couldn't have been these people who stole the things.

Look at her outfit.

Even a blind person could smell the gold permeating the room.

"I think we should go."

Roland spoke softly to Harida, rising as he took the cane offered by the maid.

Theodore glanced at Roland: It was rare to see this gentleman so 'composed'...

Alternatively, go to the dining car and say a few words to avoid being bothered by these brutes on the way back.

He was still pondering how to persuade Rupert when he saw the girl had already put on her shawl and stood gracefully behind him.

“I would like to say a few words in defense of my dignity and my surname, but I must also say, sir, that this doubt is enough to make a farce.”

“I personally have little interest in your morals and souls…I assure you.” The patrolman grinned, but his eyes didn’t linger long on Rupert’s face—which gave Theodore a slight boost in his impression of him.

The four people walked through the long carriage one by one.

First, we need to leave the top section.

Then, step into the lounge specially designed for VIPs.

Simple washroom.

restaurant.

Two empty carriages, specially for VIPs to carry their luggage.

Next was the servants' rest area.

A rest area for pets.

Then, an empty carriage, a 'quarantine room' (used by train attendants as a rest area).

Next came the 'mid-range' carriages: judging by the ticket prices, the passengers in these carriages were somewhat wealthy—they were 'neither rich nor poor,' the poor in the eyes of the rich, and the rich in the eyes of the poor.

—You can easily identify the crowd in this location.

The rich are happy all year round, but suffer in their youth; the poor suffer all year round, but are happy in their youth.

And the expressions on the faces of this group of people were always pained.

By the way.

This was a unique method that Randolph taught Roland, but he didn't tell Roland why the group's expressions were 'always painful'.

The patrol officer and the train conductor led them into this carriage, and together with the ladies and gentlemen who were 'forever in pain,' they headed to the carriages further back—apparently, the patrol officer had asked them beforehand whether they wanted to go there themselves, or have the passengers further back come here.

They chose the former.

During this time, Roland noticed that these people looked at them with an undisguised schadenfreude, and subconsciously distanced themselves from Theodore and Rupert as they walked.

Approximately three sections.

When Rupert wrinkled his nose and began rummaging through his satchel for a folding fan, Roland knew they had arrived at their destination.

The strong smell of sweat couldn't escape even through the open windows on both sides.

Some women wearing felt hats, squatting in the aisle, or holding children tucked into their cotton coats, quietly looked over at them—it felt like a queen receiving commoners, making the group involuntarily puff out their chests.

"Great, we've arrived at the animal section."

Someone in the group muttered to themselves.

At this moment, they finally met the culprit who had caused such a big trouble: a fat man adorned with gold and silver, whose spherical body could not conceal his love for equally spherical jewelry.

He was extremely adorned with jewels.

He's practically a walking jewelry rack that's not really suited to hanging jewelry but insists on doing so: why doesn't he hang his own odds and ends on the guards on either side of him?
Doesn't this also prove that he is rich and passionate?

"I can't believe you made me wait here for twenty minutes!"

He was naturally carrying a fan in his hand, perhaps to prove something—maybe it was the pomegranate seed that had been fighting against fat for twenty years and trying to stand up against oppression constantly warning him in his mind.
This fan was made from the down of some unknown animal, perhaps dyed black, or perhaps it was originally black.

In short, it just wanted to prove that it was different from other ladies' 'cute and beautiful'—in fact, the black one was even more eye-catching.

"Twenty minutes! If I get back to London and they find something wrong... my nose! My stomach... there's poison gas everywhere! By the grace of God! Don't you have even the most basic respect?"

The train conductor, bending over, chased after them, offering a hasty apology. The patrol officer, however, stood idly with his hands on his hips, pulling out his gun holster and scanning the group of people dressed in various ways with his eagle-like eyes.

This is the second time Roland has encountered a theft.

On the steam car.

It's a pity that no Kingsley has emerged since.

"A gem! A sapphire! Someone stole my sapphire!"

(End of this chapter)