The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 22 Ch.22 Infectious Diseases

Walking through Fleet Street, which was smoothed by shoe soles, in the early morning when it was not yet early morning, the shopkeepers of various small shops had already come out to open their doors.

Roland was the third early riser, about an hour after there was movement outside.

He wrapped his collar tightly, held on tightly, picked up his cane and went out.

The haze floated out from the chimneys of the unnamed factory, looking down at the worthless gears on the ground.

The blind man tapped his cane and walked through the streets of the fertile capital, which were full of feces and sewage. Today he deliberately did not work hard on the medicine table, but instead got a day off, with the money given by his uncle in his pocket.

Today he planned to go to a place not far away, a few streets away, to buy a Braille book.

It was Old Puxiu who found a good place for him.

Books are not available everywhere, and this one is especially hard to find: ‘You have to find a way to learn some words, and I don’t have the money to send you to school. ’

When he said this, he kept looking up and down, muttering: "You have no eyes for learning... Why don't you ask yourself?" ’

He is a good uncle.

"Low requirements."

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This is good enough.

"Roland Collins doesn't need a Braille book."

He really doesn’t need to ‘know’ the word. But if the guarantee is not complete, when will I write it? -

Can you write it for me?

"The troubled Roland Collins."

Because of his eyes, Roland had a shortcut: he didn't need to wait for his uncle to teach him when he was free (to be honest, it was hard to say how many words his uncle knew).

All he needs is a Braille book for reading and a few story books with a large number of words to compare and learn from.

It was time to start work, and there were more people on the street.

It was still dark, and these men with hurried looks and hurried feet moved along the street, separated behind Roland, and rejoined in front of him. Some people were muttering too loudly, and the waves condensed into huge white fonts.

"The father of all, a monster..."

The sound drifted by.

Those who are familiar with the drug store can recognize Roland. They gathered together in small groups and discussed what crime Talis Collins committed, or what crime his wife committed, to give birth to a blind child. monster--

Men's chat will undoubtedly lead the topic to another pleasure.

For example, Roland's mother probably had a 'problem' common to women, but old Talis Collins knew nothing about it.

Perhaps Roland's pretty face caused him some trouble when he was a child, such as...

‘Grace’ by Thales Collins Sr.…

some type of.

You can tell the specific story just by thinking about it.

They used this interesting dirty joke to digest the dry and rough bread that they choked in their esophagus in the morning. They exchanged crumpled cigarettes from their canvas pants and lit them. They glanced at Roland's delicate face and wandered towards Go to the factory.

"Dirty bastards."

"Roland Collins will remember their looks."

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Um.

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At night, I will infect them one by one.

"ignorance."

"Blindness is not an infectious disease."

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Once the cracks in the wall are filled, the wind can no longer pass through.

"Wenqing disease can cause sheep's tail."

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I do not know what you're talking about.

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I mean, I'm fine.

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I've had Miss Yam and Miss Nina, aren't I lucky enough?

"May they fall into the refinery."

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Count me in.

The so-called 'bookstore' recommended by Old Collins is not a serious bookstore.

Generally speaking, the owners of these dark shops that need to avoid patrolmen will have a pair of eagle eyes to distinguish who has money in his pocket and is ready to come in to buy things, and who has no money and likes to cause trouble.

Just like this one:

The thin woman with bulging bones leaned lazily against the window, occasionally looking out through the gap left in the curtains.

——The next moment Roland stopped, he was roughly blasted away.

"What disease will you let me get again? Holy Father!"

She glared at Roland and tapped the window a few times with her fingers, the sound muffled behind the glass.

She cursed, heard Roland say "book", then half-reluctantly wrapped herself in her coat and disappeared behind the window.

After a while, a head popped out of the wooden door, and the flesh on his cheekbones drooped downwards.

"buy what."

She stared at Roland warily, and kept glancing around Roland.

"Like a toad that hasn't grown yet."

Roland asked, and then took a few steps back under the woman's gaze, leaving a large gap between the wooden door and the wooden door.

He was used to being treated like this, and during the long process of treatment he had figured out a set of coping methods that made both of them comfortable.

"How sad."

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She has nothing to be sad about. I heard that this kind of black bookstore is very profitable.

"…You idiot."

"I want to buy a Braille book, ma'am."

"Mr. Pugh Collins said that we have made an agreement with you." Roland lowered his voice and said the 'secret code' that his uncle told him——

"It's 'determined'."

The woman glanced sideways at Roland: "You're the one...go, don't face my door, go to the side."

She fiddled with Roland's legs with the toes of her shoes, like a dirty wine bottle on the ground: "Go and wait over there... Do you want a copy?"

She glanced back into the room, then quickly back again.

"Don't wait for me to take it out, you want this and that - you know books are not cheap, right? That old guy didn't pay me! This book was obtained by my husband's friend's daughter with great difficulty from some private channels. The... is a legal book.”

At this point, she was shocked to realize that she had talked too much and emphasized things that should not be emphasized.

So, he immediately shut up and stared at Roland.

Actually.

The meaning of private channel is to "borrow forever" from some gentleman's house without spending any money.

Books equal knowledge, and knowledge is never free.

"And two more storybooks."

Roland thought for a while and added: "It's for the children. Uncle prepared money for me."

He patted his pocket, and the coins inside rattled.

The woman glanced at Roland's stiff eyes, glanced around slyly, and muttered: "You will never be able to read a word in your life. Your uncle really doesn't know how to live..."

She closed the door again and got in for a long time.

But Roland could hear the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the house.

He leaned on his cane and stood at the door waiting calmly.

Once the labor wave passed, there were not many people wandering on the streets.

A uniformed street policeman saw Roland from a distance and immediately changed his route, moving from the left to the right - even though there was a puddle of water on the right, mixed with dirty milky white liquid.

This trace extends all the way to the wall of a certain house, and then up to the window.

"Lazy whore..."

He spit into the puddle and mixed it with the milky white liquid. He was thinking about what regulations he could use to come to his door and deduct a sum of money.

About ten minutes.

It wasn't until the patrolman disappeared and Ms. Toad looked around for a while longer that she reopened the door with a creak and sneakily handed over a torn bag.

All the books have been found.

In addition to two braille books and story books, there are also some ‘thin pieces of paper’ that are not suitable for children to read and cannot be read by children.

Roland didn't pick them out, paid the bill, and left quickly with the book in his arms.

Feeling distressed while walking.

Books are too expensive.

That's it, it's not new.

Just buy this once.

this life.

"A blind man who likes to read poetry."

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One of the first things I learned in the county was: Don't look for trouble, especially when you can't see it.

Of course, Roland knew that the woman had indeed mixed one or two poetry collections into the book, and it was still anonymous and handwritten on torn paper with a private label to defraud him of his money.

However, what word is not a word?

He has to learn to read and write anyway.

In my uncle's pharmacy, it is not so busy all day long, nor is it so busy every hour or every minute.

Except for the fact that he had to crush and wrap fresh herbs every day, the rest was not strenuous work: receiving guests, and chatting with his uncle's friends who came to the store.

Besides that, he had plenty of time.

My uncle would occasionally go out at night and come back drunk with makeup and a musty smell.

Roland didn't need to ask, the words in his sight would 'actively' remind Roland where the old guy was working hard.

"He probably spent all your hundred pounds on this."

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It’s not ‘my’ hundred pounds, it’s Thales Collins’ inheritance.

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It has nothing to do with me.

When he is not writing (he will soon be able to write his own name), he will also visit Mr. William's shop when he has time to see the little shoemaker Princess Alice, okay, Rick Rich, and the group of children. Walking around the streets:

The children didn't think Roland had an 'infectious disease', and it was already evening or night when they got off work.

Sometimes young people get together, become extravagant, and even buy a penny fireworks to set off.

Usually Roland is the only one who does this.

Boys would choose meatloaf or the cool thing adults have in their mouths: cigarettes. They were also very confused as to whether there was something wrong with a blind man buying fireworks.

Later, Alice 'awakened' them:

Roland showed it to them.

As a result, they became more friendly to their blind friend.

All in all, Roland was very happy, at least much happier than in the county.

Until one night a few days later.