The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 631 Ch.630 Burns’ Maid

Perhaps to express her nostalgia for her husband and prove that their relationship did not end with the death of one of them - Ms. Burns still lived in the old Field House for a long time after her husband passed away.

She often attended various banquets and accepted invitations from different levels: last time she spent two thousand pounds to buy a piano that was said to have a very high historical value, and the next day she spent three hundred pounds to invest in a piano. A goldsmith's 'crazy whim'.

In the eyes of those who "want something" and have dreams, Ms. Burns is a generous and "courteous" investor: perhaps the best investor in London.

She rarely participates in the decision-making of the projects she invests in, gets involved in things she doesn't understand, and never pretends to be knowledgeable and talks with professionals - she only requires her money to be spent where it should be spent. , regardless of whether the result is profit or loss.

Women were jealous of her, but men thought highly of her.

——Although they said in private that Burns was not generous and considerate, she was just not smart enough to devote special attention to keeping an eye on her wealth after investing in every project.

But on the surface, she was popular.

She is closer to the Gray Party than the Secret Party.

Those parties were composed of businessmen and young new academics.

'If we're going to sneak in and find her husband's treasury, we'd better grab a tongue first. ’

Sometimes, even the master has no servant who knows better where he lives day and night.

Rose said this to Halida.

then.

Early morning to evening.

An elderly unlucky man was knocked unconscious in the fishy alley on the way to the fish market.

The woman's name was Binny.

In addition to giving her a good family and two pairs of children, her husband's surname also gave her an opportunity to serve a wealthy family - as a bank teller with "great powers", Mr. Binny met many noble people in his career.

With his honey mouthpiece that could talk about the suitability of the forest when he saw a brown bear, he quickly found an opportunity for his wife to get attached to him - the wife of a friend's boss's client's wife's brother's lover in the salon. elder brother.

Like a flower spider swallowing a web, he slowly stroked the silk, patiently allowing himself to get closer to the target step by step.

soon.

His wife was 'selected' and introduced to Mrs. Burns's house as a maid.

Maids are no big deal. They are the most raped, underpaid, and abused profession today, second only to slaves who can become invisible at night—but that's not the case with the Burns maids.

hostess.

A mistress who inherited the property of three husbands.

'If you can be her personal maid, even if you can talk to her... you know that Burns has good relations with many of the gentlemen in Paloyemed...'

Her husband's teachings kept her enthusiastic about this job, and her good spirit stood out among the servants.

not to mention.

Her husband works in a bank.

This is much 'higher' than those servants who are sold here and there all day long, have no parents, and don't even know a word - Ms. Burns asked her to be in charge of the kitchen, which is the most important thing in the entire mansion. part.

This is also the reward for ‘relationship’.

From that day on, the Binnie family's expenses became smaller.

At least when it comes to food and clothing, you don’t have to buy many things in stores—there are always all kinds of pastries, or relatively new fabrics appearing inexplicably in the wardrobes and kitchen covers at home...

From that day on, Mrs. Binney felt that her husband was interested in her again...

"That's not what I want to hear, ma'am."

The woman wearing a wide hood squatted in front of her, and the blade in her hand lightly rubbed against her face. The blood was dripping from the cut almost in the next second - her hands and feet were tied, and she was carried to a place where there was no one. Next to the haystack behind the rotten wall.

Robbers.

The bloated woman struggled, sweating all over her body.

"Answer my question, Binny. That way you can still go home to your kids and your husband."

The woman screamed in fear: "Let me go! I won't tell anyone!"

“But you’ve said a lot,” the man in the hood chuckled, making Binny’s ear a hateful smirk: “Does your wife know that you steal cakes and new cloth to feed your children and make clothes? "

She suddenly stood up and put her foot on the miraculously filling place.

Crush it hard.

"You shameless liar! The master hired you, but you took money from her pocket to feed your children and husband! You have no morals at all! Now, you still talk to me about morality?!"

Binny struggled even harder and defended loudly: "What I'm saying is, what Madam doesn't want... they should be thrown away..."

Bang.

The bamboo basket next to the haystack was kicked away.

Some scattered pieces of strawberry sea cake cut into small triangles fell into the mud.

"We've been watching you all the way, thief. You came out of Field House and went all the way to the East End - but I didn't see you entering any pastry shop... Your stupid wife didn't want these cakes, either?"

"Now, what's the difference between us?"

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The woman knelt down again and patted her face with her palm.

"How about writing a letter and then throwing you to the street police?"

It turns out.

A maid knows her place better than her master.

Under the threat of two thugs, Binny reluctantly revealed the secret: details about the old Field House.

The function and location of each room. The direction of the corridor, the number of servants and the approximate route of the night watchman - including those gentlemen who "didn't know what they were used for" and who stood around the villa with a stern face all day long.

And.

Mr. Field's private library.

"In the lady's bedroom. After the master passed away, some paper rolls and unpacked wooden boxes were packed into the lady's bedroom... There weren't many."

Binney said.

"At most, it will fill up a wardrobe."

She began to realize that these two people were not the thieves who stole candlesticks or lampshades to sell as she had guessed - they had a bigger plan, and they might even take Mrs. Burns' life...

"Please!"

Binney rolled over, twisted like a maggot wriggling in a haystack, and lay at the man's feet, sticking out her butt and wailing:

"Don't kill me!"

She no longer dared to look up and look into the black and wide hood, even fearing that the other party's ears were not working well, and shouted again and again, shouting "I told you everything" -

Rose was so happy.

It was obvious that Burns could not have hired ritualists. Rose was happy about the "position" of those ritualists mentioned by Binney - if the owner did not allow the ritualists to enter the room, this could only prove one thing:

She hated or was wary of these "supermen" with great power.

If that was the case, why did she hire them?

Did she think so herself, or was there another reason?

The police from Scotland Yard and the detectives from the Inspectorate had been closely monitoring Burns for a period of time...

Who would attack her?

For Rose, the beginning of every adventure comes from curiosity...

And the excitement behind curiosity that makes the heart pump wildly.

"Let me see, what secrets you have..."