The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 178 Ch.177 Car Shop

"Rose."

"Um?"

"Tell me why some people like to be beaten."

The cafe still looked half-dead, with dim lights and lazy waiters.

On a weekday afternoon, there was no one here. Roland and Rose were lying on the table, like two cats with a lack of appetite, each with their own worries.

——Just two dangling tails.

The short-haired girl half-squinted her green eyes, her chin resting on her forearm, and her eyes ran back and forth on the tip of Roland's nose, eyes and lips.

"Being beaten?"

She twisted her waist and changed her position, simply lying on her arms.

"Did you read something you shouldn't have read?"

"...Yeah, I'm still growing teeth, so I shouldn't look around." Roland also imitated her and squinted his eyes, shook his head, and put her green eyes into his increasingly narrow perspective.

"You know what I'm talking about." Miss Snitch rolled her eyes at him, "I don't know if anyone likes to be beaten. But if the person who has this little hobby is your friend, and at the same time, she is a woman - then I have to suggest You stay away from her."

Roland folded his arms and rubbed forward: "...Rose."

"Um?"

"You have a beetle on your shoulder."

The girl raised her eyes and glanced left and right.

"You may be more serious than that who likes to be beaten, Roland."

What Rose is worried about is the gang, and what she is worried about is Mr. Diamond, whose whereabouts have become increasingly strange recently.

——They were supposed to make a living by stealing. Recently, as the number of people in the gang has increased, their 'turf' has also become larger and larger.

The work I do is becoming more and more ‘complex’.

This is not a good thing.

To be honest, Rose knew that she was not a smart person, but her years of experience in networking had made her particularly sensitive to 'danger':

As the name "Elephant Gang" becomes known to more and more people, they will get closer and closer to blood and death.

Rats are supposed to work stealthily.

Once out in the sun, it can easily turn into a corpse under a broom.

And the Xiang Gang is now like running to a crowded street when the sun is at its hottest.

"I found what you want."

Rose said.

She picked up a fries in a woven basket and held it in her mouth: "Old Williams."

Use the whip well.

"Two generations of his ancestors have worked for your church... Pretty face, why don't you ask yourself? It's much more convenient than me asking."

Roland rolled his eyes.

"If I could ask it myself, I wouldn't have to ask you."

"Aha...you're going to do something illegal, right?" Rose was a little excited when she heard this.

Roland was noncommittal: "Tell me more specifically."

Old Williams.

No heirs.

The bones were buried in Shelley's Auto Shop.

More than fifty years of whip experience.

His grandfather and father both worked for the church, but in his generation they lost the divine grace.

I worked as an executioner for a while, and then briefly as a carpenter. According to my neighbors, every morning and evening, I could see him swinging his useless whip in the open space at the back of the alley.

‘A loser who can’t earn a single penny’.

They all say so.

It wasn't until he was kicked out of his job as a carpenter for stealing that Williams lost his job completely. For a period of time, he had to rely on neighbors for support. Later, he sold his belongings and survived for a while longer.

In the end, he was simply sent to the workhouse.

Rose sent people to visit several large almshouses around London and found out about the "great deeds" of old Williams.

This old guy is said to be a useless person with no ability at all, and that's absolutely true.

——Because even in the workhouse, he was useless.

Every day he either complains of backache or leg pain and arm pain. A man with sound limbs does not do as much work as the girls.

He spent the whole day either lying lazily and humming, or secretly flicking his broken whip.

Later, after his whip was taken away by the director, he did nothing at all.

He died in an attack: supposedly on a young girl.

She was stoned to death by her sweetheart outside in the middle of the night.

Who knows.

"I have chosen a total of fifteen targets for you, Roland." Rose clapped her fingers and gave him a brief summary of each of them.

These fifteen dead men were all among the best whip handlers in London.

But neither of them has been able to use the whip as long as Old Williams, and he learned to whip at a younger age.

Starting to learn at the age of five and starting at the age of fifteen are two completely different things.

"The one who is second only to old Williams only has about twenty years." Rose raised her thumb and index finger and fired at Roland: "Now everyone uses this, pretty face. Who would let their children It’s better to be whipped from primary school than to learn this thing in a blacksmith shop…”

"I can guarantee that the further time goes by, the harder it will be to find such a person."

Rose was right.

Fifty or sixty years of experience with whips is enough.

Roland nodded: "Tell me about Shelley."

"James Shelley, a big businessman. It is said that he is related to the Gold Teeth Gang..." Rose lay forward again, her hot breath blowing on the tip of Roland's nose: "Don't mess with those rich people."

The Gold Tooth Gang is in trouble.

Roland was her friend again.

She didn't want her pretty face to be entangled with those unscrupulous people, causing her to suffer all day long.

Roland lowered his head and thought.

whip.

Williams Sr.'s fifty or sixty years of experience far exceeds that of the second-choice pick by several times.

And "The Flagellant" only exists once.

He couldn't find a cultist, give him this big ritual, let him perform it for ten more years, and then kill him and take away the hand bones.

There is no way to find a cultist who has held a "flagellation", and the hand bones used by the cultist happen to be more old than old Williams' whip.

He even didn't know if the hand bones of the ritualist who had used the "Lasher" could be used in rituals again.

Old Williams is his best choice at the moment.

Roland thought.

but…

A big car shop is not a good place.

This is a place where people who are slightly higher in class than the workhouse, but in a way no different from the workhouse, would go.

It can be said that it is a type of 'hotel' chosen by homeless people and the lowest class of people who have no job or cannot afford to work to support themselves.

One method is new, there is a seat, which can protect you from wind and rain, but you are not allowed to sleep;

There is a rope for two new methods. The person who pays has his feet on the ground and his upper body is slightly downward. The rope is passed through the armpit and hung, and the person falls down to take a nap.

And if you pay four or five farthings (one penny), you can get a 'little wooden box'.

Like the simplest coffins, they are made of thin wooden boards nailed and stacked in rows, similar to a honeycomb.

You can lie down in it and rest comfortably all night.

(Note: a far new = a quarter of a penny)

In this place where the crowds are so dense and the stench rises to the sky, it is absolutely impossible to dig secretly without being discovered.

"It turned out to be a small cemetery with no important people. Later, after it was purchased by James Shelley, the cemetery was enclosed, and the other open spaces were turned into large car shops. I heard that many people were interested in that place. A place - this is London."

Rose sighed.

She's lived in that kind of place.

Frankly speaking, if you stay long enough, you can see all kinds of scenery there that you will never see in your lifetime.

Tightly connected wooden boxes, continuous snoring, whining, and coughing sounds.

and the cry of a man or woman.

There is everything to do there.

Sleeping and resting is just the most common way.

"Oh, and there's another thing you wanted me to ask about."

Another thing is much more difficult than this old Williams.

"That man's cemetery is really extraordinary."