The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 119 Ch118 Funeral

Chapter 119 Ch.118 Funeral

Traveling on a cold winter day is both mentally and physically damaging.

Roland was used to it, but since he became an executive, he has gradually become unaccustomed to it.

Just like riding a carriage, once you get used to the good, it's hard to get used to the bad again.

He is not like those factory or salesmen who have to hold a cigarette tremblingly at six or seven o'clock every day and welcome the sunshine with the winter wind. When he has no mission, no one can wake up even if he knocks on the window——

According to his uncle, he is becoming more and more like a cat.

But today, I have to get up quickly.

Today he made an appointment with Randolph to attend a funeral.

Regarding someone's funeral, Roland was quite surprised that Randolph was willing to ride with him in the car - this meant that the friendship between Taylor and Collins would fall into the eyes of no one else and spread quickly in the circle.

What a surprise.

"You shouldn't be surprised, Roland."

The wheels drove over puddles and headed for Taylor House in the early morning.

"Because you underestimated the shamelessness and gambling nature of businessmen."

Shameless? Gambling on sex?

"That's right."

"You are a good investment."

"Reputation? What is this? I can guarantee that if you become 'disgraceful' like Chloe, he will immediately claim at various banquets that he was deceived and coerced by you. From the beginning to the end, he will never think Become friends with you."

"On the contrary, if you move up step by step and walk steadily, he will always be your most loyal friend."

"Believe me, Su Yue has a very bad view of this kind of people in her memory."

Miss Nina...? -

She is such a knowledgeable person.

"She's a piece of shit. She's just a mentally retarded loser who can do this, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister, sister."

wrench.

"what."

Apologize to Miss Nina.

"..."

"Sometimes, I really want you to see with your own eyes her private virtues."

There will be a chance.

"...You're thinking about how to commit suicide again, right?"

Wrench, I've been thinking about something since you last said it.

Roland waved his hand, as if he wanted to disperse the flames in his sight.

The carriage slowly turned down a street.

Two horned squirrels hugged a half-eaten human head and said hello to him.

Roland smiled and waved to them.

Empty alley corner.

I was thinking that since Miss Nina can come from her history, then I should be able to go too...

"I told you last time."

"You don't have the ability yet."

I know.

But it's possible, right?

Assume that I arrive before Miss Nina arrives...

The flames stretched into a straight line.

No answer.

It would have prevented her death.

right?

"Ah."

"But have you ever thought about it?"

"What would have been your fate if she hadn't come?"

Roland was thoughtful.

The winter wind blowing in the face becomes warm.

Enter the West End.

The Taylor family has recently changed a number of servants - since a maid unfortunately fell from the building.

The new servant is also a woman, but she is much more careful than the servant who fell from the building, and she is also much older - she hardly looks at Roland, lowers her head, and follows Beatrice, looking extremely cautious. Careful look.

Today, Miss Painter has put on a whole new set of clothes, with gems all over her neck and fingers.

On dresses and wrists too.

Like a dazzling gemstone shelf.

It could be seen that she had a lot of powder on her face, especially after Wrench gave him that long list.

"Loose Powder"

"Almond oil"

"Sperm Whale Oil"

"white wax"

"Venice Fine Talcum Powder"

"beeswax"

"Beetles, animal fat"

The above are only the ones that Roland knows, and there are a lot of things that he has never heard of, and he doesn't even dare to think that they can be applied to the face or lips.

In short, if you ignore the 'ingredients list' and just look at the makeup and the bright green dress...

Miss Taylor is really cute today.

Yes, if you don't look at the... stuff that Wrench gives.

Roland said hello.

"Roland Roland Roland Roland..."

Beatrice shook off her brother's hand and came to Roland in a few steps. In Randolph's speechless eyes, she grabbed Roland's hand and shook it happily. Then, she suddenly realized that this was 'wrong' and was shocked. Let go and step away.

"...Brother misses you!"

She shouted loudly, while Teresa beside her stared at the floor, with the corners of her mouth raised.

Randolph: ...

"I do miss my friends."

The brother who was 'stared at' by his sister had no choice but to say this.

Randolph Taylor didn't know why he missed Roland because he was so busy with PepsiCo... In short, if his sister said he did, then so be it.

"Come in, the days are getting colder and colder. I'm even considering whether to buy another stove this year." Randolph invited Roland into the main hall, arranged for him to sit down, and informed the servant to pour him hot coffee. Serve with two finger-width pieces of butter puff pastry.

No white mist could be breathed out from the room, but the dark maroon liquid made curls of white smoke at the bottom of the white porcelain cup.

Soon, the smell of coffee filled the room.

Teresa bent down, used an iron hook to pass through the crackling fireplace a few times, closed the iron door with a creaking sound, bowed to Randolph, and silently exited the living room.

"Come on, take a sip to warm yourself up first."

The road to the cemetery is not short, but there is plenty of time. So, fill your stomach first, then smoke one.

Randolph took out his short scissors and fiddled with two cigars, one each for Roland.

Beatrice straightened her nose.

"I like Roland's root."

She spoke loudly, embarrassing Randolph: "You can't talk like that, Betty."

What is ‘that root’?

Only uneducated people would use such descriptions.

"That long root."

Randolph: "No, Betty, I didn't mean to give you a more detailed description..."

"Hahahaha I like Ms. Butt so much!"

"I feel like we will have many topics in common..."

"about you."

Randolph wiped his hair with a hand holding a cigar. Seeing that Roland didn't respond, he quickly changed the subject: "I prepared flowers, Roland. I hope you don't mind."

"As far as I know, there is almost no one left in the Wilson family, since his father and sister died."

He held up a silver tin lighter and slowly heated the end of the cigar with a flame while talking.

The aroma of baking bread suddenly filled the house.

"...But the 'wonderful' thing is that since Orlando Wilson's ignominious death, many of his 'relatives' have appeared - including illegitimate children and illegitimate daughters, including his 'real' mother and Father…"

The more he talked, the funnier he became.

Recently, in addition to the incident of two men being stabbed to death while being connected in bed, the Wilson family's "relative incident" has been very lively.

Randolph pushed the butter puff pastry in the direction of Beatrice, gesturing for her to eat it, and then turned to face Roland: "Forgive me for talking, my friend, maybe I shouldn't ask such a question, but I really can't stop it. My own strong curiosity—what’s going on?”

There was much speculation in upper-class circles.

Some people say that Mingsi Chloe has offended someone, or that his father Charles Chloe has offended someone; others say that it is Cherry Chloe's lover who has come to take revenge - and even more outrageously, they say that... Cherry Chloe took her own revenge by becoming a ghost.

Anyway.

When Cherry Chloe was accused of being a 'slut', who would have thought that one day, her husband would die 'intimately' in bed with another man in public?

This will undoubtedly disgrace those who pointed at Cherie Chloe in public.

The rumors disproved themselves.

Apparently the couple was having a secret affair.

Cherry Chloe is definitely not a slut or a woman who has lost her morals. Even if she is, it is 'excusable' - after all, Mingsi Chloe is not as 'clean' as everyone claims.

A 'gentleman' who is intimate with another man in bed?

At the moment, this is much more serious than being a slut.

To put it bluntly, it's a good thing he's dead. Otherwise, you will have great fun in the rest of your life.

Public opinion is no longer one-sided.

"I admit that I did misunderstand that lady."

Randolph pinched his cigar and wanted to ask Roland: "...but what the hell is going on?"

Roland sighed:

"Let me tell you this, Randolph. What you hear is correct, but you cannot know it from my mouth."

Randolph was stunned for a moment, and then understood.

He curled his lips with a look of disgust on his face: "It's really obscene. I don't know what's there to be curious about in that dirty place. Doesn't he himself?"

Roland shrugged: "Some people's feelings are indeed strong."

Randolph stared at Roland and found that his face was full of smiles, so his eyes flickered.

He casually mentioned his business, including the ships carrying the goods, the workers who moved the goods, the clerks who sold everywhere and the servants who sent them:

"Now this 'secret' is not only spread among the upper class. Soon, I think it will spread throughout London soon."

Roland sighed for the second time, and the early morning light accompanied by cigar smoke only illuminated half of his face: "Then the reputation of Chloe and the Wilson family is really over, Randolph. Although this matter is like the jewel in the Queen's crown. So true and pure.”

Randolph smiled: "But who can prevent the people from knowing the truth?"

Roland nodded: "You are right, what will happen if the people don't know the truth?"

Beatrice Taylor's swollen cheeks were stuffed with butter puff pastry, and she watched helplessly as her two brothers said words she didn't understand.

"I want to see the dead!"

Roland:......

Randolph rubbed his forehead. After Teresa walked in and said something in his ear, the man nodded and turned to Roland: "It's almost time, Roland."

I can't take my sister with me today.

Not much to do with those Chloe friends.

I put the egg under the quilt, she shouldn't be cold, right?

"'I'll take my Tamagotchi,' Roland."

What's the difference.

"It will be very scary... Oh, she is indeed afraid of the cold. But, didn't you light a fire?"

You seem to know what a sparrowhead is.

"Wait a minute, Roland."

"I remember I told you..."