The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 389 Ch.388 Ice Lake

Two manuscripts with Wilmot's notes were taken away by Director Miguel.

after.

The old priest said that he would take this evil-ridden boy to live in a holy and glorious place for a while.

Once he is exposed to the light, no evil spirit can come close to him.

James Jones is grateful to him and also to Director Miguel.

She told Roland to be obedient. Soon, when he comes back, no one will dare to say anything - if his eyes can be healed, the future will definitely be different.

Little Roland is also looking forward to it.

Until the old priest grabbed him by the collar and threw him down the stairs. He rolled down and fell into the cold cellar.

From then on, his concept of time was blurred.

Because there was no lunch and no noisy exchanges during breaks, he could not judge when to wake up and when to sleep - except for mice and strange bugs in the cellar, the wooden door was occasionally opened, and the garbage thrown down Bones, or crumbs as hard as bricks.

It should be said 'little pebbles'.

The old priest was no priest at all.

At the very least, a pastor would never bring two or three women home, shaking them and shouting, 'Eye of the All-Father' - that's not respectful at all, and a pious person wouldn't say that...right?

He drinks, smokes and produces as much phlegm as he breathes.

Sometimes when he was drunk and happy, he would open the door, go down the creaking stairs to the cellar, play with little Roland a few times with a whip, and then leave the boy covered in blood and curses.

"Shit Miguel! He made you such a burden to me, and why did you just throw a few bucks at me?!"

The old priest said this.

"I give you food and drink every day! But you act like a mute!"

He wanted Roland to obey like those women, respect him, beg for mercy when it was time to beg, and then call him 'my lord' or 'honorable sir' - what's the difference?

Those women were paid, and that's what they should do.

Roland?

He gave him food and kept him alive, and he should do the same.

But little Roland didn't, so he got a beating.

Fortunately, the old priest was clumsy and old enough that the fists and whips were not so unbearable——

"I...I want my Yam."

"You'll never see your bitch mother again, little bastard."

One time, after he hit the boy with a broken chair leg, he told him happily: "Miguel has to let you live for a while to see if that bitch has anything good hidden..."

he said.

"I don't want to hurt a child, but there's nothing I can do about it. Look at your eyes, face, and nose, how beautiful they are. We promise to sell you a big price..."

The expressions of drunk people are always intermittent, but as long as you listen long enough and often enough, you can piece together a simple truth.

for example.

Little Roland knew how much he was worth.

This money is not much in the workhouse. If you have to follow the law, take care of face, and exploit the adults' 'rules', it is not much.

But if it’s just Mr. Miguel, he shares the profits with the pastor and sells them in his ‘personal name’...

That sounds like a lot.

A lot of money.

"Where will I be sold?"

"Surround yourself with someone who loves you." The old pastor replied, "Wait until you learn to behave yourself."

He was too lazy to touch the stinking boy, and the food and water he threw at him were getting worse day by day - little Roland also found a finger that had accidentally fallen into the terrible thing that could not be called food. Long narrow piece of iron.

I almost swallowed the piece of iron in my throat.

Half a week later.

When the old priest walked down the cellar again with a wooden hammer, the loose wooden ladder that had been in disrepair could not bear his weight.

He fell down the stairs and broke his neck.

Some people said that his face accidentally hit a pile of scrap metal in the cellar, and all the scratched skin and flesh were turned outwards. The scene was extremely scary - and this undoubtedly proved a problem:

Little Roland is indeed cursed.

The old priest didn't end well.

soon.

He was thrown back into the workhouse again.

Yam was both happy and disappointed - happy that her Roland was back; disappointed that all this was in vain.

"Is he good to you?"

"Very good..." The boy pursed his lips: "I have meat to eat every day."

Children's lies rarely fool adults.

Especially Ms. Jam Jones who knows the price of meat.

She said nothing, but took advantage of the night, while Roland was sleeping, to take off his shirt——

I saw scars and bruises on his body caused by boiling water or something.

She didn't know what the perm was, and she was not a doctor.

"So, you sent my child into the hands of an abusive old man, and you took away two books of poetry from my husband - that's what you call exorcism! God be upon you! I doubt that was even possible. Not a priest of Holy Cross!"

In Miguel's office, the meek woman roared like a lion for the first time.

Roaring and crying.

"It was me who hurt him! He is covered with injuries! Father of all things...how can you be so cruel?! That's just a child, a child!"

"If that dirty old guy hadn't fallen to death, I'd probably never see him again!!"

Her hair was disheveled, her feet were bare, and the left side of her face was swollen.

But Miguel just sat on the cowhide sofa, holding a cigarette and watching the woman go crazy.

He has been hungry for too long.

Need money to feed your own flesh and blood.

Since Abner came, he hadn't had enough to eat in a long time.

Those who do not have enough to eat will starve to death in their conscience.

not to mention…

Selling a piece of bread or a cigarette to someone who needs it, what does this have to do with conscience?

"You'd better do as I say, Yam."

He puffed out smoke and said in a gentle voice: "I contacted a good buyer, but he can't get through the workhouse. Just say he was lost, got lost, or died in that icy lake - you know he can sell How much is it?”

"incredible."

"Enough for you to live on until you find a good man."

Miguel said.

"But not through the workhouse, and not through Abner. You see, I've done a lot for you."

Beautiful people are rare.

Children who are beautiful to a certain extent, such as Roland, are even rarer.

Especially, his age.

"I originally planned to sell the money, give you some, and do some light work for you... Now you tell me, that is your child?"

Accompanied by the movement of the cowhide, he stood up with a cigarette and came to the woman with red eyes.

He didn't care about the dangerous, hysterical look in his eyes. He used his other hand to pry her lips apart, pry open her chin, and then threw in the still burning cigarette.

"I know it's against the rules - but the more it's against the rules, the more we make..."

"Yam, many children have a good relationship with you. You should use this to your advantage. How can a truly smart person stay in the mud all the time?"

"There are so many boys and girls in the yard, and it's all money. Money that doesn't have to go through the workhouse, money that leaves no trace."

He stroked the swollen side of Yam's face, the masterpiece of his anger.

The wandering fingertips were as gentle as a slow and sharp knife.

"I'm different from Abner. I had a hard time getting into the kitchen. I had to work hard and eat a lot..."

He let go of his hand and slowly took out a handkerchief from his chest to wipe his fingers: "A person who is about to starve to death will eat his own kind... James Jones."

"Your husband is dead, do you understand?"

The woman was silent for a moment, then took a puff, spit out the extinguished cigarette butt on the ground, and stared at him fiercely: "If you dare to take Roland's idea, I will——"

"You will be assigned a heavy job by me, or you will fall to death on the icy lake not far behind the hospital." Miguel smiled: "Okay, I'll give you some time to think about it."

"Three days later."

"Go to the ice lake and have a look."

"There was a girl who saw things she shouldn't have seen and didn't understand current affairs... Oh, I heard that she still talks to you from time to time, right? If you ask me, that boy is much smarter than her - someone gave her a prescription Ten shillings are not enough..."

he said.

"Go and see how I deal with these defective products...Yam, I am not a noble man, I am straight forward."

The sound is like a light going out.

A boy leaned against the window, his golden eyes gradually closing.