The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 547 Ch.546 The incomplete crazy soul

An Tuo tiptoed open the curtain.

Taking advantage of his short size, he usually did this: sneak into someone's tent without any movement, secretly take away some odds and ends, and then wait until the next day, when he was helping Mr. Lyle on errands, to sell them in the city. it.

He stole Sulley's socks, Halida's ring, the Two-Headed Sister's cake and a pocket watch that didn't work - he never asked where these things came from.

Maybe the guests left it behind, maybe someone stole it.

Whatever.

Antuo has saved a lot of money over the years, and he has been much smarter than other children since he was a child.

When I save five pounds...

No.

Maybe three pounds.

He secretly left the circus and found a shop as an apprentice. After a few years, he used money to make a living.

He has an idea, which is different from the people in the circus: if he is not a deformed monster, how can he stay here for the rest of his life?

Serving as a servant to Mason Lyle?

Father of all.

That peacock is a miser.

If it weren't for his cleverness, he might be like the lost black-skinned woman now, without even a penny in his pocket.

‘May he choke to death from drinking. ’

Antuo muttered in his heart, softened the blanket with his toes, stuffed his head into the tent, and looked around.

strangeness…

He didn't hear the snoring.

It stands to reason that the furry creature snores quite loudly every night.

'strangeness. ’

Every inch of the body of a skilled thief is made of velvet and feathers, and he will not make a sound. Although Anto has no talent as a thief, over the years, he at least knows enough about each member's rest time.

The black-haired weirdo wouldn't be awake.

There are no locks to pick in the tent.

He can do it with his eyes closed——

grumble.

The next second he stepped on his toes, all the hairs on his body stood up!

Someone spilled wine on the blanket!

In addition to the noise that almost woke up the sleeping man, the boy who had fully entered the tent smelled a strong smell of blood mixed with whiskey - it rushed towards his face and penetrated into every pore on his body.

The boy vomited silently and clutched the tent tightly.

Reason told him that it was time to turn around and leave without looking back.

But Greed told him that he should go in and take a look.

Someone might have died drunk in the tent...

In the circus, no one dares to provoke Sulley except for the Podaibon sisters - Anto thinks he has a lot of good things hidden.

In particular, he was responsible for looking after the circus props.

If you are drunk to death...

Or hang yourself on some hook...

He can sneak some away.

Maybe we don’t have to wait a few more years. This year, this month, he will be able to leave the circus for good.

‘Sulley? ’

He shouted softly.

Except for the sticky blood in the air pulling long threads between his fingers, no living person responded to him.

The dark tent was filled with high wooden boxes, blocking the dim moonlight that should have passed through the tent.

Antuo could only rely on his memory, smearing the box, tapping his toes, and looking inside bit by bit...

He hit the dart board.

Matching iron darts.

Some clattering marbles.

There were keys in the drawer, a brass ring with no function, and a few pennies of small denominations.

Anto didn't need to distinguish the functions of these pieces, as long as they were of suitable size and could be put into his pocket.

Along the maze built with wooden boxes, Anto's pocket became heavier and heavier with two corners.

The feet seem to be getting wetter and wetter.

He knocked over a whole case of wine?

"Sulley?" Antuo took courage and raised his voice: "Mr. Mason Lyle wants to see you for something."

He hunched over, leaning against the wooden box and waited for a while.

Still no one answered.

This time, Antuo was sure that the black-haired monster must be dead - he definitely stole money to buy wine, got drunk, fell on some sharp place, broke his head or neck, and made There was blood everywhere.

This tragedy only happened in a moment, and no one could hear his cry.

Probably, he couldn't shout either.

Anto gloated.

"You're out of luck." He weighed his pockets and strode inward.

Going around several 'box walls', there is Sulley's bed - he uses boxes to surround his sleeping place, which not only blocks the wind, but is also warmer than other people's tents... Where is the oil lamp?

After touching a few wooden boxes, there were only some scattered metal knives on them.

I poked my toes into the darkness and found sticky vomit all over the floor.

It's time for him to go.

'But I haven't found the cash box yet...'

Anto said to himself.

He became familiar with this invisible darkness, and his expectations for the future outweighed his immediate fears - this was a good opportunity.

A great opportunity that no one saw.

If the miser comes, he will want to collect all the vomit on the floor and boil it in a jar.

Antuo curled his lips and thought.

Suddenly, he seemed to have stepped on a hard object——

It will move.

He let out a short scream!

His knees weakened and he fell to his knees in the filth on the ground!

His ten fingers were stuffed into something soft and slippery. When he touched forward, he could still touch a hard...

That's a leather toe.

ankle.

sock.

trousers…

The more Antuo touched it, the more frightened he became, and a turbulence like a freezing cold brushed through the rough skin all over his body.

he…

It seemed like he knew what was in front of him.

A flame was ignited in the glass dome.

Showing a bright and dark smiling face.

Mason Lyle fiddled with the fluttering butterfly hairpin on his fingertips with one hand, put the oil lamp away with the other hand, and picked up the black glass bottle at his feet.

He didn't know when he sat on the chair, and he didn't know how long he sat there.

"I'm looking for you, Anto."

He whispered softly, and the sound of water ding-dong sounded in the bottle.

Antuo opened his mouth, but this difficult scene made him unable to make a single sound, and he muttered "ah" several times as if he was speechless.

then.

A stream of cold, greasy liquid poured down the top of his head.

This smell is...

An Tuo couldn't help but think about it, and Mason Lyle spoke immediately.

"You know, I have always treated you as my own children." He drained the liquid in the black bottle, threw it away, and stood up with the oil lamp. "I have always raised you well, right?"

He stepped around the shivering boy with a sad look on his face.

"But I'm in big trouble now, Anto, my child." Even if he couldn't see his face clearly, Anto could hear his sincerity in his voice, "I didn't succeed... Tell me, why can't I succeed?" ?”

"Didn't I do enough?"

He muttered to himself, swinging the oil lamp, making the flames inside spread wider and wider.

"Podaipon, Sulley, Formans - I understand their pain, yes, I brought them back with my own hands, how can I not understand them?"

Mason Lyle was extremely disappointed.

"It would be great if it succeeds, Anto. You said, they are obviously...oh, yes, then you don't have to die."

"I actually quite like you."

Antuo turned back in horror.

An oil lamp hit him in the face at an angle!

He subconsciously dodged, causing the fragile glass to smash against the iron-clad corners of the wooden box!

Click——!

In an instant.

The flames spread.

"You greedy ghost! That's the oil I paid for!"

Mason Lyle shook his clothes, shrank his neck, and ran out of the tent cursing.