The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 181 Ch.180 Big Car Shop

The letter that the uncle read and the words on the letter itself were probably like Miss Nina and the scraper.

No relationship.

"...Maybe it has something to do with it."

Roland:?

"Ahem, I know you take good care of Roland. I hope you can tell him to be careful. I hope he can respect you more and take care of himself."

Roland:......

The more it is compiled, the more biased it becomes.

Roland leaned his head on the sofa and listened to his "live creation".

Quite interesting.

"...Anyway, I wish you and Roland good health and all the best."

Collins Sr. feared something might go wrong and quickly ended the episode. He spread the letter on the table and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand: "That's all, Roland. Anyway, I -"

Roland yawned, stretched and sat up.

"uncle."

interrupted old Collins.

"uncle."

"What?"

"I didn't hear the third sentence just now. Can you read it to me again?"

Collins Sr.:…

Roland smiled and stretched out his hand, touched the thin piece of letter paper, then pinched it, lifted it up, and shook it: "Only the third sentence."

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Roland was kicked out by his uncle.

It should be said that he became angry from embarrassment.

"You are really worse than a cat or a dog."

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Not as good as cats and dogs?

"It's cheaper than a cat's hands, and it's cheaper than a dog's mouth."

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Who told them to hide it from me?

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This is not a bad thing, why hide it?

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I am almost their closest relative.

"It's really embarrassing, Roland."

"Let me give you an example."

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Um.

"if."

"You are in love with Randolph Taylor and are going to move to the Taylor house and live with him. So, will you feel embarrassed when you face Beatrice?"

Roland:......

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Can you give me a proper example that fits my understanding?

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Me and Randolph? -

Two men?

"Do you know what giving an example is?"

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another.

"For example, if you and Xander Kratof fell in love, then her grandfather——"

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Her grandpa will be happy.

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another.

"For example, if you and Gary Kratofer fall in love, then his granddaughter——"

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Did you do it on purpose?

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Why didn't you say that you and I were in love?

"Isn't that more perverted? I'm not even a human being."

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Stop giving examples.

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I got you.

"Oh, what are you going to do? With your scumbag's sixth sense, tell me."

In the carriage, Roland tapped his knees.

If it were Yam and uncle...

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I would tell my uncle that I missed Yam very much.

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At the same time, I always "accidentally" mentioned that if they were together, I would have two of my dearest people by my side...

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How about it?

"very nice."

"So, Enid, Xander, or Rose, who do you like best?"

Roland was thinking about his uncle, so he accepted it without thinking too much.

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as far as I can tell…

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I…

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…

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wrench.

"Uh huh huh?"

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Do you never want to eat meat again in this life?

"Really boring."

The place Roland was going to was the Shelley Car Shop.

He wanted to stay here for a night and see what the situation was like - he couldn't let Rose and her men sneak in and take risks, and then stay at home and enjoy the results.

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I need to see where the enclosed cemetery is.

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If possible, maybe I'll be enough on my own.

"You'd better remember that you are only one link."

"Most of the first-level ritual practitioners are incomparable with ordinary people."

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But you don't have to use your fists for everything, stupid fire.

The big car shop is not far from the south bank of the Thames.

It is built in a narrow alley, like a cave with a narrow entrance. After passing through, the interior is surprisingly large.

Two men wearing felt hats were guarding the door.

One was holding a cigarette in his pocket. The other held a notebook and a small piece of charcoal as big as a knuckle.

Roland had never stayed in a big car shop and didn't know how to start.

Instead, the cigarette smoker glanced at Saul Roland's face and exposed fingers: "...This is not a place for people like you, sir."

Roland sighed: "Then I can only blame the damn casino for swallowing up almost all my property."

These words made the cigarette-smoking man look like, "Sure enough," he said.

He nodded, said nothing, and pointed to the person holding a small book beside him.

It was the man's turn to speak.

"One seat, two ropes, and five boxes."

Roland frowned: "I heard that a few days ago, there were only four boxes."

The man with the book made a sound.

He is missing a front tooth.

"You can wait until tomorrow, or come back next week. Maybe by then, there will only be four."

Roland gritted his teeth: "...You guys are really good at business."

The man stretched out his hand in the next moment and promoted: "Would you like a piece of bread that is not so black? There are also potatoes, dried salted fish..."

Roland had no intention of eating anything.

"That's all I have, sir." Roland pulled out the lining of his trouser pocket and found a copper.

Exactly one penny.

The coin didn't stay in Roland's hand for more than a second before the man snatched it away like a hawk.

"If you have more, you can stay half a day longer."

Roland nodded, took the paper scratched three times by the charcoal, and stepped sideways into the passage.

A step away and the stench filled his nostrils.

The wall surrounding the big car shop is actually made up of the brick houses of the surrounding residents.

The operator divided the land into three parts - the first thing Roland saw was the 'seating ticket'.

Men and women with dull eyes, draped in blankets or covering their faces with hats, sat in a row on wooden benches beside the long earth wall:

Most of them are men, followed by children, and then women.

There was no clean place on their bodies. Some of them had thick bread on their bodies, but they only dared to sneak it into their clothes, break it into pieces, and carry it into their mouths little by little.

The place is as crowded as when Xander Kratof dressed him up before.

They were almost stuck together, mostly staring at the tips of their shoes and saying nothing.

Before Roland left completely, he heard scoldings coming from behind - several men on guard were beating the walls with wooden sticks while fiercely walking toward those who were dozing.

It's new and has a decent seat.

But sleeping is not allowed.

One method is new and one is not qualified to sleep.

Then.

It's the ropes area.

This area is much more 'loose'.

Gentlemen in work clothes have their feet on the ground.

At the same time, thick ropes passed through this area from left to right: people who bought the "rope tickets" used the rope as a railing and held the rope under their armpits to hang themselves.

Wobbly.

Snoring came and went.

"It's hard for me to imagine how they fell asleep."

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At least they can.

The two new rope tickets are allowed to sleep.

On the second day, the person responsible for guarding this area did not have to shout loudly to wake these sleep-deprived gentlemen.

He would just untie the rope.

Then there were workers all over the floor who woke up.

In Xiangli, it’s the ‘box ticket’.

This is also the largest and widest area of ​​the big car shop - it can be described as 'spectacular'.

The long thin wooden boxes were arranged like a honeycomb: from the entrance of Roland, it was almost like a cemetery containing living people.

The man guarding the door saw him coming and stretched out his hand.

He took the ticket and flicked the paper without looking at the three charcoal marks.

This paper looks no different from ordinary paper at first glance, but when you flick it with your fingers, the sound is crisper.

"Pick a place for yourself." He put the ticket away and saw that Roland was clean. He couldn't help but add another sentence, thinking that this was another unlucky guy whose fate had changed. "Watch your wallet."

Roland looked around this 'cemetery of the living'.

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What if I yelled 'Fire'.

"You'll get beaten up."

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I have a gun.

"The gun will be taken away and then beaten."

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But I didn't bring a gun. So they could only beat me up, but they couldn't take away the gun.

"Sometimes I really want to beat you up."