The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 537 Ch.536 The decision of the two-headed sisters (Part 7)

"So, that flashy bastard got your brother killed?"

The Baudelaire sisters' tent was larger than the average member's - first, they counted as two people (although Mason Lyle had argued that), and second, they were tall enough.

At sunset, the Bodelli sisters were helping to move the cabinets, and by chance, they 'intercepted' this girl at the door who was confused and lifeless like a drowned bird.

They took her back to the tent and asked her thoroughly.

Bodaibon said that he was here for the five shillings he had lent, and he didn't want the money to be lost in an unknown way. As an older sister, Bodaili just glanced at her sister and said nothing.

Then.

The two-headed sisters heard the most terrifying story they had ever heard in their lives.

——They thought it was disgusting enough that their mother reported them to the Holy Cross as 'monsters'.

Unexpectedly.

"That bastard!" Bodai Peng's eyes were filled with anger: "How dare he do this! There is no man* with eyes and mouth worthy of a dog! Damn it! We have to find the police! Let the black men catch him In the cell!"

When it comes to swearing, Bodaibon is definitely candid, bold, and humorous.

This evaluation was firmly placed on Bodaibon's head by Hallida. Unless she got to know more about a woman named Lillian Rose Vansittart in the future, Bodaibon would always be number one.

But this time, Bodaibon was not considered 'smart'.

Even Halida knows it, there’s no way she doesn’t know it——

This is just angry talk.

So soon, she gasped and gave up her own advice as she gave up spitting: call the police.

Because in this ending, Mason Lyle was invited away for questioning, and it was hard to say where the two monster sisters and Halida were going.

Maybe in the Nuoti gold lamp, maybe in a garbage dump on the street, or on the operating table of some doctors wearing uniforms and sawing with their hands.

They're not even 'people'.

——Maybe Hallida is better, at least she looks human.

"Frail, poor child."

Bodelli was not in a hurry to insult anyone. She took the swaddling clothes and opened a gap so that the sleeping baby could blow the cold air.

She swayed, as if she regretted that her pair couldn't fill him up or wake him up——

The sisters will never have children of their own in their lifetime.

"Halida."

Bodelli used her strong arms as a cradle, swaying lightly and lowering her head as she spoke.

"We came to the circus together, front and back, right?"

Halida responded softly.

"Everyone knows that you do the hardest work for your brother. Fortunately, a gentleman spoke for you and our 'head' saw the opportunity - otherwise you wouldn't be able to stand in the big tent, in the middle, as a 'performer'."

Bodelli looked at the lifeless green face of the baby with sad eyes: "Have you ever thought about what to do next?"

Halida didn't know.

She didn't even know how to face Mason Lyle.

she said.

Bang!

There was a loud bang.

Bodepon smashed the table angrily!

"That's what he owes you! Do you still have to think about how to face him?! My damn god..."

She was angry when she saw Halida's weak look!

How can people be so cowardly?

Could it be that your hands cannot crush his eyes, and your teeth cannot tear apart his flesh and blood?

Can't?

Knives do!

Hammer, knife, rope!

They do not serve justice, they only serve life and death!

If Bodaibon hadn't had a "half" sister, she might not have been able to endure such a long hellish life.

She had already committed a crime and was beaten to death.

"I..." Halida muttered a word silently, and then, the undulating barking of dogs sounded in the tent.

Bodelli glared at her sister angrily.

Everyone has their own way of survival, and she didn't like her sister speaking in such a condescending manner.

"Listen to me, Halida."

Bodelli spoke softly, comforting the girl who kept wiping her tears: "Listen to me. Your brother may have died because of Mason Lyle, maybe not. But it depends on your thoughts - you must stay in the circus. Do you have any other choice, as we said this morning, Mr.

Halida raised her head silently: "...Mr. Collins?"

"Yes, your sir." Bodelli obviously had a different way of thinking than her sister - instead of talking about whose sin it was, it was time to think about how to let Halida seize an opportunity to escape from hell.

It is the living who are important.

"He behaves like this...I mean," Baudelie adjusted her words, trying not to be so sharp in addressing the girl: "I mean, a man, Halida. Do you understand? A man, if he is interested in you ——Interested in 'monsters' like us who are worse than the children in the East Side slums..."

"You should know what he wants from you, right?"

Bodelli whispered softly.

"Do you know what he thinks about you? Has he made any private promises? Does he have a wife? Mistresses are included... Are his parents alive? Is his family large? Are there many relatives? What job does he do - he Have your own carriage, servant?"

Bodelli asked many questions about ‘Mr.

However, Halida's reply surprised her—or the two sisters.

She was so surprised that she thought Halida was bragging for a moment.

"You mean...he took you to a big house and asked the maid to take a bath for you - and at the same time, he introduced you to his friend and his friend's sister?"

Bodai Peng opened his mouth slightly.

That's not a man.

That’s a fucking generous and merciful God.

With their backgrounds, they didn't even have the chance to imitate those pretty lower-class women and climb up the ladder - how could they be introduced to their friend's sister?

That's right.

Bodaibon's focus is on his 'sister'.

Generally speaking, there may be some "sharing" behaviors between men that are not taboo. This is not an insult to the "monster who is not a human being".

but.

but.

An unmarried girl?

Are they allowed to come into contact with 'monsters' like them?

O God of generosity and kindness, those distinguished and delicate ladies may not be allowed to talk to low-level poor people, for fear of being led astray and contracting some unclean disease or thought.

"Are you talking nonsense?"

"I didn't, I didn't!"

"You haven't, you haven't. Who knows if you have." Bodai Peng curled his lips and imitated her.

But her sister looked solemn and said nothing.

Because she heard a familiar name in Halida's words.

"Taylor".

They have been in London for a long time. Not even in London, Bodelli has heard about and seen the "Taylors" tobacco shop in other cities - they are the top gentlemen in the entire country.

so.

Being able to talk and laugh with such a person, and invite the 'monster' to her home, the identity of the 'Mr. Collins' in Halida's mouth is not much different.

The keen sister immediately realized this was an opportunity.

An opportunity to escape Halida from hell——

She even guessed that maybe that 'Collins' didn't value Halida's skin and the part of her that could be 'used'.

Just like they once walked through a city and met a gentleman and her wife. The two spared no effort to publicize everywhere and give speeches among the workers in an attempt to 'enlighten' them——

Some people are born with a cloak made of the scorching sun.

They are ephemeral and wait for future people to love them.

Bodelli relaxed her brows and pretended to be relaxed: "Halida, my little coffee. You have to think about it. Maybe your 'sir' wants you and wants you to go with him - you also said it, he Didn’t I invite you?”

Halida was frightened by this.

Like she was afraid of everything in the world.

She has too much to think about, and to put it into perspective, she can at least scrape together a roll of sheepskin.

There were too many things that made her tremble.

"What's that gentleman's name?"

Bodelli asked.

"I mean, full name."

It's not difficult to find out about "Taylor's" shop or mansion.

One letter can tell whether it is hope or despair.

She didn't know where her and her sister's fate would end, but if she could see a girl leave hell with her own eyes, it would be a good story - it was worth telling for days and nights in the land of the dead, right?