The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 620 Ch.619 "Thugs" and "Rabid Dogs"

When Roland experienced another wonderful and sad story, London was not peaceful.

"You can tell me that London is the capital of civilization."

The young man sitting on the bed complained.

He looked at the fat man rummaging through boxes not far away. Barefoot, every step left a sweaty big footprint on the dark walnut wood - the stove in the room was so hot that people sweated.

"...It is the capital of civilization, but it is not civilized all the time."

The middle-aged fat man bent down with difficulty, opened the cupboard, took out two bundles of tickets from the drawer, and threw them into the sack behind him.

Then, he opened the small wooden box on the cupboard.

It was filled with shining gems.

Necklace, ring, hairpin.

"...This is what I prepared for Mrs. Burns's personal maid." The middle-aged man sighed, picked up the ring, and looked at it by the firelight.

The bean-sized diamond is embedded in the crown-shaped ring setting.

A thin ring of pure silver.

The value of this ring is not expensive for people in the West End, and it is the best way to bribe people, especially women.

"Who knew she was dead."

The man sighed again and threw the ring into the sack.

Then, he picked up the translucent turquoise prism necklace.

"This is the gift I prepared for Mrs. Burns," he muttered: "Three hundred and seventy pounds, and no bargaining allowed."

The man looked back at the young man sitting quietly beside the bed with a painful look.

"My life is hard enough, and you always ask for things..."

Hearing him say this, the young man couldn't help but sneer: "If you can have less contact with those indecent and vulgar things, you will live more comfortably than the king, my sir, your Excellency, my lord."

The fat man curled his lips: "No contact with women? Don't let me contact indecent women? What's the point of living?"

He threw the prism necklace into the sack with a painful look, turned around and continued to fiddle with the jewelry box.

"The meaning of your life is women?" the young man sneered.

"It's 'shady' women, kid," the fat man said without turning his head: "Of course, I occasionally come into contact with some decent ones, such as Burns. You don't understand, some seemingly decent people are even more shameless than 'shady' ones when they are crazy..."

He said frivolously, his voice was not as good as his fat and bloated body, but as agile as a nightingale on a branch, playing in the quiet room.

"You are too young, you haven't tasted salty dew yet, and you don't understand why a keyhole is like a magic that attracts people to come one after another... You are too young, kid."

Obviously, the man beside the bed didn't think so.

He despised the other party's words and actions, and believed that a real man should not indulge in such vulgar and obscene things, and even let it fill his life.

What is so hard to let go?

"Aha, there are too many things that can't be let go."

The fat man stirred the box a few times and took out a gold-plated hairpin.

"This is what I prepared for Lady Surrey. Her elegant temperament is just right for this thing - ordinary people would look vulgar when wearing it, but she is different. It's not the gold that sets off her, it's she that sets off the gold..."

The young man said coldly: "A prostitute, teaching you to speak like a noble lady of the court."

The fat man turned his head in dissatisfaction and glared at him.

"Rude name, child, too rude. These lovely and pitiful delicate flowers grow on uneven cliffs. In addition to welcoming natural storms, they also have to endure man-made disasters - don't they deserve these beautiful little things?"

As he said, he threw the gold-plated hairpin into the sack.

Then, there were two, or a pair of beautiful sapphire rings in the jewelry box.

One large and one small.

The men's one is larger and made of more material; the women's one is smaller and narrower, and is decorated with star-speckled patterns using the leftover material of the men's model.

This is a pair of sapphire rings specially worn by lovers and sold exclusively to young masters and ladies with spare money.

The style is very trendy.

"I prepared it for my Penny," the fat man wiped his eyes and said sadly, "but she died two weeks ago, died of infection. She was dieting too much, fainted and fell down the stairs, cut her toes and calves..."

"I told her not to do it again..."

A fat and old man clutched two rings and sobbed softly, and the fat on his face trembled with sobs - this made the man beside the bed sick.

He turned his eyes away and did not hide his disgust: "I'm so glad I'm not the same as you."

"Not the same as me?"

When the fat man heard this, it was as if he saw an eight-legged goat. He threw the ring into the sack casually, rubbed the base of his palm in the fat on both sides of his waist, found his hips, and smiled:

"All males are the same, child."

He joked.

"Just like the male birds fluttering their gorgeous feathers on the branches and singing love songs non-stop - you don't think they just love to sing, do you?"

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He said.

"You should find a girl as soon as possible," he looked at the slightly mature face of the man beside the bed, kneaded the fat on his neck, and pondered: "I think you can choose a family that is so poor that they sell their girls. It is clean and can satisfy your meaningless sense of shame——"

"Just consider it as helping them live."

His words are really shameful.

The young man beside the bed wanted to get up, but suddenly thought of something and sat back down with a face full of reluctance: "... I always have higher pursuits than you, sir. We can't reach an agreement on this matter, and there is no need to continue talking about your "hobby"..."

"It's a "hobby", child." After saying this, the fat man turned around and got busy again.

He picked up the unlit candles, candle snips, square thick-bottomed cigar jars, and a small jar of aromatherapy on the table and put them all into the sack.

He brushed his palms.

"You have to have a baby as soon as possible, and don't always do those things that are not presentable."

Finally, the young man couldn't stand it anymore, and sighed with his forehead: "Dad."

He said.

"We are being robbed, do you have to tell us in front of the robbers?"

At this moment.

There were two people standing in the shadows in the corner of the room.

The shorter one wore a mask with curled horns extending from both sides of his forehead.

The other tall and thin one wore a hound mask, and the protruding part was not the horns, but the mouth of the dog face.

They stood quietly in a place where the moonlight could not reach. The horned woman played with the slender dagger in her hand. Her voice was squeezed and there was an indescribable weirdness: "It's okay, two gentlemen, I think we just need some interesting conversation to kill time..."

"You are not boring at all." The young man rubbed the bruises on his cheeks and eye sockets.

Ten minutes ago, he tried to resist.

Then he became like this.

"…London is indeed a civilized city, just like the old gentleman said. It is only occasionally not very civilized…" The girl who caught the dagger chuckled: "Like tonight."

The fat man turned his head and winked:

"I said we were just unlucky."

"Shut up, Dad." The young man squeezed a dead face: "They almost killed me."

"We rarely do this, unless you and your father are not talking about prostitutes, but about us...By the way, old man, your taste is commendable."

The fat man laughed and was quite complacent: "I am different from those vulgar people! I trained them all myself, and taught them one by one. They are all the best coopers..."

Cooper...

"Shut up, Dad."