The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 220 Ch219 Lillian, Rose, Vansittart

Chapter 220 Ch.219 Lillian, Rose, Vansitat

My mother died and I was an orphan.

She didn’t say what year or day I was born, but she only revealed a little when she yelled: ‘I had you on my most unlucky day. ’

People call me: the daughter of rotten fish.

I didn't know what it meant (until I smelled my mother's dress).

For as long as I can remember, I lived with her in a dusty three-story building—like a hive, filled with women and men who arrived every night.

Everyone could be my father, everyone wasn't.

I have a good chat with some 'aunts'. They like my curly hair and green eyes. They often say that these two eyes are as expensive as the emeralds on their fingers - 'You have to cherish these two, and from now on, just lie down. , eyes open, no matter how painful it is, looking at him like this...that's what makes people want to stop. ’

'he'?

A gentleman named Peter slipped me two pennies and asked me to see what was growing on his back - but my mother wouldn't let me into the house with him, and she scolded him for half an hour.

Aunt Melis died a month ago, and the smell of rotten fish was overwhelming in the bedroom.

The aunts spent a few pennies and asked the men to wrap her in quilts again and again and carry her down the stairs like a broken piece of furniture.

Soon, a new aunt moved into her room.

‘When can I have my own room? ’

I asked my mother.

She told me gently: 'It will be soon. ’

I don't know what goes on in the room every night.

My mother told me stories about werewolves. She said these men were no different from the werewolves under the silver moon.

——In order to ensure my belief, she asked me to stand outside the door several times and listen to her shout:

'His teeth are big and sharp! ’

I was afraid that the fangs would hurt me, so I told my mother, could I wait a few more years, wait a little longer, and let the werewolves bite me again?

Mother agreed.

My mother's name is Lillian.

She died from the disease, or from the werewolf's fangs, or from the whip around her neck, or from the smoke marks on her chest.

There has to be one, right?

I guess.

Later, my mother died and I became an orphan and lived with my aunts.

It was also during this time that I discovered that I seemed different from others.

I can sneak into any room quietly without being noticed by others; I can take some bread and fruits and vegetables from the kitchen openly, and then watch innocently as men and women accuse each other; I can find my aunt just by touching it with my hands. Where did they hide the coins in their skirts -

I can take it without them noticing.

My aunt who lives in the same house as me said that this is an absolutely extraordinary talent: she is knowledgeable, beautiful, and her hair is as soft and shiny as silk.

‘You should make good use of your talents. ’

Every night for months after she said that, I would steal food for her.

In contrast, she told me about the 'world' outside the building——

The real world.

For example, the smoking factories, the entertainment of the coachmen, the jewelry that was so expensive that I couldn’t believe it, and the rivers and ships that I had never seen before.

'The world is colorful, isn't it, aunt? ’

I asked.

However, she was not interested at all. She lowered her eyes and told me:

'It's no different from here, dear. ’

'no difference. ’

How come there is no difference?

I no longer hide outside.

I hid in the cupboard, and whenever the werewolf came, I hid in the cupboard.

My aunt didn’t dare or couldn’t expose me. After scolding him a few times, he let me go. Only this year did I realize that men are not werewolves.

Although most of them are fluffy, fierce, and manic, a few can still talk and are willing to listen to what their aunt has to say.

One of them, I really think is kind.

He was wearing a black tuxedo and a high hat.

The first time I came here, I talked about tea and cakes with my aunt, some exquisite words that I couldn't understand - his tone was so gentle, so gentle that I felt: If there is such a person, who wouldn't want to go with him? ?

Every free night, my aunt hugs me and asks me, or herself.

she says:

‘Should I go or shouldn’t I go. ’

I don’t know, but if I had to choose, I would definitely want a father like this.

'Not father, you fool. ’ My aunt laughed at me and pinched my nose: ‘It’s a man, not a father. ’

What is the difference between a man and a father?

I asked back.

So she stopped talking, turned over, and stared at the moon outside the window.

The gentleman came more and more often, and the aunts in the building gradually became familiar with him - Mr. William, I remember calling him this.

But he only came to his aunt's house every time and never to anyone else's.

Later, when he heard about me, he even brought me cakes and fudge pieces several times.

'Your aunt is the most beautiful woman in the building. ’

Mr. William often said this to me.

I think he's right.

later.

The aunt finally made a decision.

'I gotta go. ’

She saved a lot of money in a small locked box.

The pile of golden coins, I don’t know how many they are.

She grabbed a handful and gave it to me and stuffed it into my pocket: 'Don't go to any room, honey. Come with me, or leave secretly at night - do you want to come with me? ’

I haven't left this building since I was a kid.

outside world?

I'm a little hesitant.

Aunt didn't persuade me much, she looked at me and sighed for a long time.

'It's not that I don't take you away. Don't blame me in the future, dear. '

She asked me to keep the money, cover it, and give the box to Mr. William.

He would save Aunt's money first, and then, next month, find an opportunity to hire a carriage to take her away - leave this town, or even this country.

He said a place, I can't remember, it is said that you have to take a boat to get there.

One month passed, two months passed.

Three months and four months.

I never saw Mr. William again, the man who was suitable to be a father.

Aunt also became more and more strange - she took the initiative to ask for more work, and every night, she tightened my neck and whispered something in my ear.

Sometimes she would stare at the moon in a daze, or suddenly pour tea on her head, take off her skirt, and break into other people's rooms and laugh non-stop.

I was a little afraid of her, but no one cared about her except me.

I would steal food for her every night.

But she always ate all over her body and face.

Women were afraid of her, and men were afraid of her too.

Gradually, she lost her job.

One day, I don’t know where she got so much oil from - she asked me to go to the cellar to find the treasure she hid, and took this opportunity to set the quilt on fire.

She wrapped herself in the burning quilt and broke into other people’s rooms.

Soon, the whole building was on fire.

The wood was burned and many people were killed.

I couldn’t tell her bones apart, and there was no way to bury her - no one would receive the bodies of anyone in this building.

Only fire can purify the unclean.

Her name is Rose.

- I hid in the cellar for two whole nights until someone broke in.

She was like a giant, and like a reassuring thick wall.

‘A child. ’

She said.

‘You are so lucky. ’

I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled at her.