The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 239 Ch.238 Storm

Little Tom was walking through the streets with a cloth bag on his shoulder.

It only took half a second for the cold winter wind to drive away his sleepiness. After being pulled out of his 'pocket', his sleepiness quickly melted into insults and gruel - if he was lucky, he could even find small strips of meat in the gruel. .

There was a time half a year ago when he ate it for three days in a row.

For this reason, he was also nicknamed: 'Lucky Tom'.

But extreme joy brings sorrow.

In the second half of the month, he only enjoyed the tooth-grinding dregs and soup, and the money he saved was not known to be stolen by someone.

"I told you, don't tell people where you hide your money." The boy who was traveling with him was so dissatisfied with Tom's bragging that he parted ways with him early on, never in the same place - he not only liked to brag about himself , also likes to find out other people's secrets, and then tell them as anecdotes to everyone he meets.

"I know who stole it." Little Tom rubbed his nose and wiped the snot on his sleeves: "I'll steal it back in a few days while he's not paying attention."

"Do you know who stole it?" The boy who was traveling with him didn't believe it and laughed: "If you knew, you wouldn't cry all night holding that can!"

"I'm not crying! I miss my family!"

"You have no family at all."

"I have one! In the West District, she works as a maid for noble people..."

"Hahahahaha——"

Two people separated at an intersection, little Tom went left, and the boy traveling with him went right.

"Remember to be on time. I don't want to find you frozen solid at the door one day." The boy reminded Tom that today's father Holt told them: "Pull hard, don't face people, you know? Wait for the bell to ring. It’s—”

Little Tom waved his hand impatiently: "My mother taught me how to use this. When she was a maid in a noble family, she often secretly brought me this stuff..."

The boy curled his lips, ignored him, and turned away.

"...Maybe he stole my money."

Little Tom picked up his satchel and headed toward the East District.

——It is best to be in the West District. Those clean people are willing to pay and will not take advantage of them: for example, they ask for two newspapers for one penny, glance at them a few times and then return them, clamoring for another one. .

Those gentlemen and ladies never do this kind of thing, they are polite.

Unfortunately, little Tom can't go to the West End.

He originally worked in the South District, but was recently tricked into working with the poor in the East District.

"That's bad luck, Mr. Tom," he muttered, spreading his legs. "Daily Mail!"

Walking and shouting.

He dodged the carriage and ran like a gray mouse amid the shouts and curses.

He was fairly familiar with the East End, first of all, obviously Fleet Street.

This place is considered a rich area among the poor.

Start with the simplest, maybe even mix it with saliva.

Within an hour, many people took the newspaper away from his hands.

After a while, at noon, there were not many people.

"Daily Mail!"

"Give me one." The door of the drugstore next to the road opened, revealing half of a beard - half of a face growing on the beard.

He wore a piece of gray cloth like an apron, with several pockets sewn on his stomach: "Newspaper! Stupid boy! When you grow up, you will have hair on your face like me!"

Little Tom shrugged: "I hope I won't be as unlovable as you when I grow up."

"Your mouth reminds me of a little tortoise..." The old guy leaned against the door, looked up and down at the disgraced newsboy, and said with a big mouth: "You are far from him."

Little Tom didn't take it seriously, took out the newspaper and took the money.

"Would you like two more, sir?"

Old Collins was happy: "Sir?" He thought for a moment, took out two more coins, and exchanged them for a pictorial magazine.

There have been a lot of big things going on recently, he needs to listen and see more - God bless you... Don't leave it to that little bastard to investigate this matter.

Anyone could see that this gang had already disappeared.

"Good luck, sir!"

Old Collins laughed and cursed, and was about to close the door when he saw the newsboy lowering his head and tinkering with his bag.

Take it out...

Isn’t Christmas over long ago?

"Hey! You better not be here-"

Boom.

Roland and Rose stood side by side on the balcony.

There was also a folded parasol and two women who kept talking.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk prodigal son."

Nina held onto the iron railing and looked down: "If I have so much money, I will hire ten models to kneel down and serve me."

Cherry covered her lips and chuckled: "That's an incredible wish, Nina. How should you arrange their time?"

"Arrangements? Arrangements for what?"

"Time, Nina. Time that makes you comfortable."

"Why not together."

"Lawless." Cherry glared at her.

"I'm not the one who is lawless." Nina yawned and pointed at someone.

Roland crossed his arms and tapped his toes on the floor tiles: "You were not like this when you were alive."

Rose moved her ears and suddenly turned her head: "Who are you talking to? Roland?"

At this moment, a ray of sunlight happened to meet his eyes.

Roland showed a bright smile: "...memory."

"Crazy." Rose muttered, "So, what are we here to see?"

"Look at the ceremony, Rose." Roland murmured: "If our rituals can be completed at the same time, it proves that in the future, we can help each other have an 'impact' in the ring promotion ceremony - I want to see, in the end." Where is the boundary of influence..."

Rose was suspicious: "Those small gold pieces you asked me to grind... couldn't they be..."

At this moment, she seemed to have guessed what Roland was going to do.

The girl's eyes widened and she shouted: "You... Roland! What did you promise me?! Those cars... you gave them all to Holt - this is half of London!! Are you crazy?! There will be a big mess -"

Dong -

The long bell sounded from the Thames.

At the same time.

The two people also heard a crisp "pop" -

Just nearby.

One after another.

The small salutes that were pulled seemed to bring people back to the snowy festival a few days ago -

One, two, ten, fifty.

One hundred.

The long bell sound could not cover up the dense explosions.

Roar, scream, bell.

All of this was drowned in the whistling winter wind in the ears.

The strong wind filled every corner of the city, and at the same time, blew the irregular gold pieces as thin as letter paper everywhere - just like ink drops in clear water, soon, they were everywhere.

Flying, gathering together, and then scattered into snowflakes in the blink of an eye.

Countless pieces of fine gold foil spurted out from the mouth of the small salute.

Following the unstoppable "bang bang" sound, the giant beast of London, which has gradually awakened recently, swayed its body and shook off the golden moss that had been attached to it for many years.

Festival - it's here again!

"Rose."

Roland held the railing, his laughter mixed with the wind and couldn't be stopped like a child who got a new toy.

"Look!"

"I never thought that the so-called golden morality they talk about could shine at noon - especially when lies, deception, jealousy and stupidity enhance the bell of pride on the golden collar that still rings before and after death."

"And how can London shine in this jingling sound?"

He opened his arms, and his black hair fluttered.

Ahead was a golden storm, the sun that was broken and fell into the world. It was countless soft blades reflecting golden light, and the golden waves that swept the white winter after the floodgates were released.

"Look!"

He shouted against the wind:

"This is the glorious London!"