Chapter 651 Ch650 A Unique Detective Agency (Happy New Year!)

Chapter 651 Ch.650 A unique detective agency (Happy New Year's Day!)

Halida got along well with Black's hounds.

These cute and family-looking little things seemed to like the smell of this slender, upright creature. After licking the milk basin until the light was reflected, they began to circle around Halida again.

They didn't like Rose very much, and Rose didn't like them.

‘You call these hounds when I can crush them with one foot? ’

In Rose's impression, a dog that can be called a hound is one that is big and fierce, with a long snout, ferocious ears, and hard fur——

'That's the wolf, miss. ’

The dog owner was too lazy to give a lecture to this ignorant girl.

Really good hunting dogs are not bred to be scary.

They are loyal companions and absolutely steadfast guardians in times of danger - they look scary, always growl, and either have a stupid owner, or they are born unqualified... and they also have a stupid owner.

Halida followed Blake and asked softly about dog breeding.

She is very interested in these lively little things.

Blake was also a little different with Halida and more patient than others. Later, Rose secretly told Roland that it was probably because Halida always barked, which made the greedy and stingy wool roll up. Got bad thoughts...

This bad talk is very good.

On this side, Roland and Kingsley were asking Dan Butch what he planned to do with the child in his arms.

The Allens are dead, but their children are alive...

There has to be a place to stay.

"I will not send him away into the hands of those who deserve to go to hell." The old sheriff looked down at the sleeping baby in the swaddling clothes. "He will be just the right companion for my little princess."

Neither the workhouse nor the orphanage were suitable for this child.

In other words, any good hypocrisy or bad uprightness is not suitable for a baby who has not yet escaped from swaddling.

Dan Butch's willingness to adopt him was the best result - as for what kind of mentality it was based on, Kingsley and Roland did not need to delve into it.

An older baby doesn't have any more choices than a swaddled baby.

Just like Miss Snitch asked Roland before:

You're like me, right?

Never as 'stupid' as that couple.

Roland did not answer because only a few people in this world are blessed with blessings. From the first cry, the gods will send their blessings - and the vast majority will fall into the mud from the crotch first. Struggling to expose his head, he took a breath of the turbid air of this world mixed with the sound of snoring muddy water and choking.

Just like when Paula Kahlo wooed Allen, she would not leave any other choice except joining.

Just like her maid, even if the rope is wrapped around her neck, she may not be able to do what Rose said.

Roland silently stared at the other end of the room:

Halida was half-crouching, like fishing, using her braids to tease the group of little things who were scrambling to express their friendship. Blake was beside her, telling him about dogs.

Rose hid behind the two men, trying to step on the front paws of the lone, less talkative hound with the tip of her shoe.

——At least there are good things.

"So, when does the detective agency open?"

Roland asked casually.

Judging from certain traits in Kingsley's character and his daily attitude towards money, we know that this is not an ordinary wealthy man - it is impossible for him to rent a house.

Although rent in London is not cheap.

In places like Bayswater, Kensington and Marylebo, the annual rent costs from one hundred to two hundred pounds.

Many middle-class people only earn this kind of income in a year.

"It's a pity," Kingsley shook his head: "I temporarily live near Hyde Park - ten minutes away."

It is not difficult to buy a house in London, but it is troublesome to have the right one.

"I have a friend who is well-versed in real estate," Roland said. "It just so happens that I am also preparing to move."

"Then I have to thank you. By the way, I don't care about the area, but it must be clean and quiet enough, and the public security must be reassuring - I don't want to live in the same area as someone who needs to get up at six o'clock. It’s best not to have any factories or noisy workshops within two streets…”

The detective said it as carefully as he endorsed it.

The old police chief, who was holding a child beside him, quietly interjected: "You should buy a boat and live on the sea."

Kingsley glanced at him and added: "Don't always have a spot where patrolling police officers pass by."

"I'm afraid this won't satisfy you, Kingsley." Roland didn't think that this gentleman was a person with many good relationships. As long as the detective agency has been open for a long time, there will definitely be more people who hate him than those who love him: "Learn to talk to the police." Make friends, detective, if you don't want every case to be about investigating mistresses or looking for lost jewelry."

Roland himself is an executive officer, half a 'special' policeman. He knows very well how many cases the police handle every month and every year.

Instead of counting on those guys who study turkey butts all day long, Kingsley might as well work with Dan Barge——

"I think you guys get along quite well, isn't it just right?"

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The old sheriff stared at Roland with a strange look on his face: "How did you see that?"

Kingsley said it didn't matter.

He glimpsed the backwardness and ignorance of this system from Dan Bage. If this police chief could be considered 'outstanding', it was hard for him to imagine how stupid those 'ordinary' people were -

More importantly, they lack persistence, responsibility, and desire for the truth.

From Kingsley's perspective, this is the biggest problem.

Thinking about it, Roland touched his arm.

"Look, I entrusted a friend to build your house..." Roland rubbed his palms gently, and his smile was a bit... flattering?

Kingsley was confused: "Of course...? I'm very grateful to you, Roland, I remember I said that."

"No, I mean, the name of the detective agency..." Roland pointed to himself and narrowed his eyes: "Do you need my help?"

Kingsley suddenly realized.

He nodded without hesitation, saying that the name was not important. If Roland wanted to participate, of course he could.

"Should we go...what are we talking about?"

The extremely bored Miss Snitch returned home disappointed.

——She bared her teeth and claws behind Halida for a long time, and tried to use her mouth to make various sounds that are difficult for humans to make: no dog was willing to pay attention to her.

"...He said it was a 'hound,' and I didn't believe it."

The girl pursed her lips to the other side: "Look, your little maid is so excited, she seems to be able to learn something..."

Kingsley told the girl, who even disliked dogs, that he was looking for a suitable house and agreed to let Roland give the detective agency a famous name.

As he spoke, he saw Rose blinking at him constantly, with a touch of fear on her face.

Kingsley:?

"Sorry. I don't understand. What's the problem?"

In front of Roland and Dan Barge, Rose certainly couldn't explain the problem directly——

Wait until he hears names like "Magnifying Glass in the Dark" or "Eagle Eyes of the West End"...

Everything is understood.

"Kingsley," Rose patted the detective's shoulder seriously: "From this decision on, your detective agency has been different."