The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 535 Ch.534 Some Past Part 5

If you don't want to be arrested by the street police, you'd better not appear on those clean roads reserved for gentlemen when you dress like Halida - there are many small roads in London.

But avoiding poop and urine is not easy.

It's like choosing a path in the ocean.

The two small wooden boats set off early in the morning and when they arrived in the East District, the sun was already overhead.

Halida is actually not stupid. She knows that with the money in her pocket, it is impossible to even meet those big doctors.

She had to find a doctor in the East End, in such a low-class place, to treat her brother.

Fortunately, although she was illiterate, she remembered the medicine her brother had been taking.

——Mason Lyle's former good friend, Mr. Brown, always sent powdered medicine like that, which was said to be specially used to treat his brother's "short development" disease.

There are quite a few ‘barbers’ in the East End.

Not many are truly capable.

She inquired and found out that there was a gentleman named 'Black' who was the most famous - he lived in the next alley near the cross street, in a hotel specially prepared for those who had a little money but were reluctant to rent a good house. inside.

When Halida came to the door with her brother in her arms, the gentleman seemed to have just woken up.

Like a monkey.

Except for his face, his whole body was extremely hairy: light brown woolen rolls kept coming out of his nightcap, each curled downward, meeting the beards on both sides, and entangled to his chin.

The shirt, which had been starched until it turned white, was worn in a sloppy manner, and the wide open collar revealed the hair that seemed to be still warm.

He was wearing a pair of dark brown cloth trousers without patterns, and even each toe joint was covered with hair.

"…I hope it's the milkman."

Blake closed one eye, scratched his butt and pulled open the door.

I saw the girl holding the child.

"Okay," Blake muttered, "Good day, girl." He took out the hand that had just scratched his butt, leaned against the door frame, and pointed to the side.

"I heard that John Long-Legs always comes to my door. You should try his place..."

The man yawned, shivered a few times from the cold, and turned around to enter the house.

"First, sir!" Halida said urgently, "I, I, I, I, yes, yes - woof!"

She took a step forward and said in a thick nasal voice, "...yes...yes...seeing a doctor..."

Halida did take a moment to let Black understand her purpose.

Fortunately, he was still patient and did not get angry because of the lack of milk. In fact, when Halida stammered, the newsboy holding the bottle had already arrived.

"Patient, patient. Yes, I do this part-time job. Come in." Blake opened the door and waved to Halida.

The girl hesitated.

The door was dark.

"Hurry up, miss."

This type of hotel is usually made of bricks mixed with off-white mud, and has only one window in the room - which makes every room very dark.

It was so dark that even if Blake had lit a kerosene lamp, the flame in the hood would have cast more shadows.

"When the light comes down, girl, your complexion makes it easy for me to miss you."

Holding a few milk bottles that had not yet been opened, he led Halida to a wooden table with newspapers and some silver buttons.

Yawned again.

"Tell me, what disease do you have? Let me tell you first, I can't cure some recurring ones." He squinted at Halida: "If you take medicine and you're not clean at night, I don't think it's okay at all. There’s no need to spend money, what do you think?”

He recognized Halida as a woman of some trade: but who wouldn't?

She can also satisfy the curiosity of some gentlemen.

"Yes...it's my brother, sir."

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at the swaddle held up, and muttered: "...Jack Black."

he said.

"Bu Black..."

"Jack Black." The man with the woolen roll took off his nightcap, took the swaddle, held it in his arms and twirled it with his fingers, and saw the sleeping face that was already a little green.

Yes.

This is roughly what Jack Black would look like if he wasn't blind.

He looked down at the baby, then at Halida.

Lower your head and raise your head several times. In the flames of the lampshade, I pondered for a long time.

“…Doctors are not free.”

Halida touched her pocket, fearing that the kerosene lamp would explode, so she took a half step back into the shadows.

"I have money."

She tried to make her words sound credible.

But who is Jack Black.

I've seen this too many times.

He put the swaddle on the table and said dryly: "Don't waste my time, girl."

He looked from the child to the milk bottle, subconsciously licking his dry lips, somewhat impatiently.

Until Halida took out a few coins of high value.

"oh."

He then moderated a few degrees as appropriate: "Let me count."

With the flickering fire, her thick, hairy fingers picked up the warm coins in Halida's hand one by one, and pressed them one by one on the newspapers, which happened to block the 'Truth' in front of Pravda. .

"Five."

He murmured a few times. This neither salty nor bland number was worthy of any medicine.

However, he has a conscience, so a few words are enough.

——If this girl is obedient.

"All right."

Jack Black didn't touch the coins on the table anymore and rubbed his big hands: "Tell me, girl. You gave your son——"

"My brother!"

"That's not important. What disease did you treat it for? You have to tell me what's wrong with it, right? I think he's healthy, at least you don't have to spend five cents - never in this life."

Halida obviously didn't understand, and told Blake blankly.

She has always fed her brother a kind of powder mixed with water, the kind that can strengthen the body and is good for children.

"Dover powder."

She said.

And told him that the doctor had a bad time recently and jumped off the building, and no doctor would give her this thing anymore - how much money would she have to spend for each portion to get it? Where? How often should the real powder be fed to her brother?

She had many questions that Mr. Mason Lyle hadn't told her.

Every time she asked, the gentleman just answered hastily, "Just drink it."

Now, she wanted to ask secretly.

Jack Black didn't rush to answer, but squinted his eyes in the light and looked at Harida up and down.

After a long while, he gave his own conclusion.

"I think he should have jumped off the building a long time ago."

"Sir?"

"Don't call me 'Sir', girl. Call me Black Dog Jack, or 'Wool' Black." He pulled out two creaky stools provided in the room and invited Hallida to sit down and talk.

Hallida didn't dare, and couldn't wait.

"Well," Black held a milk bottle and pointed at the motionless swaddling clothes: "Five shillings can buy Dover powder, of course, it's worth a good suggestion."

He said.

"I don't have Dover powder, so I can only give you some advice."

His finger drew an arc along the swaddling clothes, the wall and the boxes stacked in the corner, and landed in the direction where Hallida had just entered the door.

"Turn right in the alley, there is a garbage pit."

The man tilted his head to look at her.

"Throw your brother there, there are special people who pay to collect it - this can help you recover some losses, girl."

The darkness became cold.