Chapter 656 Ch655 Familiar Questions

Chapter 656 Ch.655 Familiar Questions

Paula Kahlo's case is over.

The trial court's questioning of her went very smoothly, and she herself was about to enter the Holy Flame and never do evil again in this life.

Roland took Halida there today just because of another thing.

The magical item that gave Paola Kahlo the power to 'cross space'.

——First of all, a few names should be mentioned.

Kingsley, Dan Budge, the eldest daughter of the Shelley family, Collins' maid.

As a detective, Kingsley received no praise from either party - neither materially nor verbally.

Of course there is no need to say more about Dan Barge, he will not appear in the dossier.

As for the eldest lady of the Shelley family...

The Inquisition had given James Shelley the benefit of the doubt without even mentioning her name.

In the poisoning case, the person who benefited the most was Roland.

Although all he paid was a confused uppercut.

"So, you're here to ask for a favor for your maid?"

When Roland entered the door, the oncoming invisible blade chopped into pieces the bouquet in his hand - it should be far lighter or more dangerous than described.

"The first thing to do is to report to my presiding judge what happened in Port Porti, an ancient and perhaps still existing sect."

Roland put down the roses wrapped tightly in the newspaper, and flicked the wet little flower heads with his index finger.

"Secondly, I want to tell my presiding judge the details of the Paula Kahlo poisoning case..."

"at last."

Roland paused.

"On a personal note, I miss you."

…………

…

Roland went to the office to find Enid the night he came back.

When we met today, she didn't mention where she went that night - high-ring ritualists always have something important to do?

The two were entangled for a while and then separated quickly.

The reason came from the word Roland spit out.

"The Secret Meeting of the Hanging Keys?"

Enid was a little surprised: "You mean, the secret meeting of the hanging keys?"

Roland was even more surprised: "What secret meeting with a hanging key?"

Enid:…

"It seems that I know the reason why Fernandez doesn't like to work recently."

Roland: "He doesn't like to work because of the women in Flower Street, not me."

"That's not good."

The woman flirted with her torn hair and used her fingers to rub the sweat on Roland's unbuttoned chest half-complainingly.

He crushed the living ones into pieces, scraped the dead ones into pieces with his nails, and put them back together again.

A frivolous game.

"You always encounter strange things, Roland. Sometimes, I always feel that you hide many secrets that you haven't told me..."

Roland twirled her long hair and ran his fingers through it like a comb: "We are not honest enough with each other, Enid."

"Me?" The woman raised her head, her cheeks spread with a faint layer of fat. "I have no secrets from you, Roland."

If you are asking for directions in the forest, it is best to ask the green ones.

Ripe fruits are very good at lying.

Roland smiled: "Do you want to talk to me about the "Holy Flame"? "

Enid fell silent.

She vented her anger on the sweat beads with her nails and pressed a small cross on Roland's chest. Without waiting for the man to get angry, she gently pushed him away and fled from the sofa to the cabinet.

"Women always have secrets."

"The older a woman is, the more secrets she has..."

Roland rubbed the itchy indentation: "Why do you always remind me of 'age'?"

Enid frowned: "It's to remind me of myself."

She leaned her arm against the high cabinet, poured water with one hand, and casually tugged at the already loose nightgown with the other hand - this would arouse suspicion and make people wonder whether there was something hidden in the dress than gold. The precious, greed-inducing golden clam.

"I never heard that the presiding judge does not allow marriage." Roland took out his cigar and lit it with the incense on the table.

Enid frowned: "We agreed not to talk about this, Roland."

"I didn't agree with you."

"Collins." Enid's expression gradually solidified.

my brother.

She put down the glass bottle, strolled up to the man, leaned over and took away his cigar - of course, he didn't resist.

"From the day I became the presiding judge, these countless enjoyments filled every day of my life."

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It is only at this time that a charming woman reveals her various charms, holding it frivolously, filling her mouth with her own breath, and then spits it into her lover's face.

Those eyes that penetrated the white mist looked at her quietly, as if they kept asking "why" in every style.

The eyes that had forgotten the answer met his and looked back.

——She can be graceful and affectionate to countless people, namely Roland Collins, and Roland Collins every day, every month, every year, every time.

They both knew this in their hearts.

And she is so desperate to squander her love words and provoke others, but she is not afraid that one day her words will run out.

She has another more direct way of expressing it, like a perfect cat who always likes to tease people before biting off vertebrae, using its claws to satisfy its own evil intentions.

As with Roland, so did Enid Judith.

She is also so evil-minded and wants to tease people to the point of being completely impatient, revealing her irresistible true nature.

"All right."

Roland pulled his cigar back from her mouth.

"All right."

He compromises.

"I just don't want every time we meet to be like the cultists of the flesh and blood cradle."

Indulging in physical relief.

Of course, Enid knew exactly what this meant, but she was like a child who didn't understand, and a thousand strands of sadness suddenly appeared in her brown eyes: "You are tired of me, right?"

Why did this sound familiar?

Roland: "... Enid."

The woman laughed heartily, and kissed Roland's forehead lightly in his angry expression.

"My love, my child, my bones and flesh..."

"I can't give you more."

She was like a high-class prostitute who was close and distant, and only made promises when she was enjoying herself - but even thinking about it for half a second was a great insult to Enid.

So Roland respected the riddle behavior of this annoying woman.

He had his own way to get to the bottom of it.

"If you could share some of your good mood with my brothers and sisters, there wouldn't be so many rumors that you have been unhappy for a year, breaking someone's legs or setting someone's clothes on fire all day long."

"What are they?" Enid stroked her hair, found a hairpin from the table, sat down next to Roland, and raised it in a coquettish manner: "Whoever made fun of it will deal with it."

"You really should work in the Church of Justice." Roland took the hairpin and planned to comb her hair into the worst hairstyle ever -

This hair seems to be some kind of switch.

When they were tied up, the two no longer talked about those rough or gentle stories.

"The "Hanging Key Secret Society", a cult established by some people who believe that their bloodline is noble - since you mentioned Cavendish, you should know what they mean by "primitive people". "

"Frankly, I don't know. "Roland twisted Enid's hair, and after he had the thickest strands arranged, he used his fingers to pick out two strands on each side as 'antennae' - this look is called 'Ms. Cockroach of the Inquisition'.

"They seem to be looking for a non-existent god, saying that god created blood and gave them a more noble status than other humans - this is one of the stupidest lies I have ever heard."

Roland clapped his hands and asked Enid to look in the mirror.