Chapter 681 Ch680 Dodge and Evil Blood

Chapter 681 Ch.680 Dodge and Evil Blood

Miss Deloz is a talkative person. Especially when talking about science, this emerging wave obviously also washes over a girl standing quietly at the crossroads of fate.

She talked endlessly and told Roland a lot of stories in the college, those girls under ten years old, those girls who are about to grow up, the jokes they made, the strict or humorous mentors, the advantages and disadvantages of the all-girls college, and the bad boys from Chettenham College next door who often strolled at the entrance of the college...

She was talkative and tried to introduce Roland to the research projects of her mentor. Between science and theology, she kept knocking on Roland's ears like a woodpecker.

Some "deviant" ideas naturally flowed out after she pecked through Roland's gentleness.

For example, the hottest topic nowadays.

"What do you think, Mr. Collins? Darwin, and his painstaking work."

"You want to ask me where humans come from."

"I want to ask, but I'm afraid no one can figure this out. I bought the gentleman's book, but I didn't have time to finish reading it."

Deloze said.

"Although I personally dare to be sure that this is a groundbreaking masterpiece."

She is in favor of it.

She believes that as Darwin said, organisms have gradually developed from simple to complex, from low to high - only lazy people who can't use their brains will attribute this exquisite process to the so-called "gods".

They are not.

Everything is the result of the internal struggle of nature.

"Don't you think that the poor and rich in London are in line with what the gentleman said?"

Deloze was very interested in talking about academics, just like the ladies in the circle privately talked about the waists that young people never know tiredness.

"'Survival resources are limited, so there will inevitably be fierce competition between individuals and species. And this struggle for survival is the driving force of biological evolution' - you see, the poor got the opportunity, worked hard, and became rich..."

"From then on, they became 'another animal', isn't it wonderful?"

This statement is really harsh, but Deloz thinks it's a bit harsh, but isn't it correct?

"Almost two animals, Mr. Collins. If you really saw it..."

She was right.

"According to you, the 'evolutionary process' of humans is more difficult and cruel than that of other animals."

Deloz nodded: "The higher the wisdom, the more bad ideas you can think of."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was a little uneasy:

"You won't blame me for 'blasphemy', right?"

Roland shook his head: "The benefactor is much more tolerant than you and I think."

"Yes, at least more tolerant than those priests." Deloz glanced at him and added in his heart: It's also more tolerant than the rumored executive.

They chatted happily, especially Miss Deloz's 'knowledge'. Roland could see that she was different from Rose in that she was eager for knowledge from the bottom of her heart and tried her best to find these magical things that could broaden people's horizons.

She loved thinking, just like Rose loved stealing.

This scholarly temperament made up for her "lack" for the red street. For a long time, it was better to say that she was immersed in her desire to express herself rather than talking. Giles was very worried that Devinson's friends would get angry and worried that her sister's "problem" would anger an impatient flame messenger.

Roland listened with relish.

They left each other their contact information.

Of course, it was still Taylor's family.

- Unknowingly, Mr. Randolph Taylor made many friends he had never met.

When midnight was approaching, Devinson and Roland also got up to say goodbye.

He should have stayed, but thinking that Roland would take the car alone, he still endured the heat, moved his butt, and kissed his lover goodbye in disappointment: the intimate behavior of the two made Deloz a little awkward.

"I thought you would stay."

"That was the plan."

Leaving the "Fonseca House" and reaching the street.

Roland took a deep breath of the city's fishy stench and stretched his stiff arms on the quiet street.

"Have you ever considered bringing Ms. Fonseca home to live?"

Roland would not mention "marriage". They had talked enough before and there was no need to tell jokes.

"Roland."

Fernandez put on his hat and tightened his sleeves.

"Be careful when investigating in Basildon. Remember to bring Kratov."

He turned around and looked at the young man with a moon-shaped veil on his shoulders.

"Good night."

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Before leaving for Basildon, the Taylor family's messenger brought a letter.

The letter contained a sentence handwritten by Randolph:

"Your letter."

There was a letter in the letter.

The second letter was sealed with wax, and the reply inside was even shorter.

"Okay."

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum, one look!

Roland was unable to react for a moment until he remembered what he had written to Rupert Benevento at Taylor's house a few days ago.

The next morning, Roland arrived at the agreed location by car.

Cinder was waiting there early.

She wore a red and black plaid skirt and a cherry-colored necklace around her snow-white neck. Bonette, who had gray hair, had small roses sewn on her hair and held a strawberry-colored parasol with a branch pattern.

She looked like a character that should be left on the canvas forever.

"Miss Cinder is so beautiful."

Halida sighed softly.

She thought that the most beautiful woman around Mr. Collins was Cinder Kratov (although she was terrible), followed by Rose.

"Yes, she is indeed incomparable."

Getting off the carriage.

Halida took the parasol and the bag hanging on Cinder's arm with great tact, and only whispered a greeting, then retreated behind her master without saying a word.

Cinder was very satisfied.

You can tell from her dress that she was in a good mood today.

The house rented by Mr. Ancher was not far away. The two waited for less than three minutes, and the dusty old gentleman came over - he was late for a reason.

"Coffee, sir, miss, oh, and this one -"

"Her name is Halida."

A long-term rented carriage with a coachman (the order is correct) will take them out of London and head to Essex.

On the way, old Ancher supplemented the three people in detail about what they didn't have time to say in the club that day.

Some strange things that happened to little John.

"…He is a good boy, studying in Chettenham. Half a month? Probably, I should be able to remember, half a month ago. He stumbled into the door, his face was not very good - my wife said that he didn't eat much that day and went upstairs in a hurry."

"Oh, he also asked the servants if there were any musical instruments at home..."

Old Anchel was not too stupid. When the incident happened, he immediately summoned the servants and his wife and wrote down all the strange things that happened to his son.

"And blood."

When this word was mentioned, he was like an agitated animal, and the whole person suddenly became nervous.

"…I swear, a servant smelled the smell of blood at the door of his room...I'm afraid it was sheep's blood."

"How can you be sure?"

Old Anchel rubbed his arms: "Miss, we live in the countryside."

Xindel took Roland's arm and put his head slightly on his shoulder.

"Sheep's blood."

She whispered.

"Every ritual that uses sheep's blood is evil enough, Mr. Ancher. I'm afraid your son has done something stupid enough to turn him into ashes..."