The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 411 Ch.410 Goodbye Fork County

Mrs. Spiller is a good person.

After Roland explained the situation sincerely, he quickly received her understanding and blessing:

She understood Roland's behavior and sincerely wished that James Jones could live a good life in London and find a good man. Maybe she could make a man crazy and lose his mind before she gets old and loses her lust, and wears that thin cloth. Knead the slices into thin ropes and spread them out with your fingers, then stuff them in.

While you are young, have a few children.

Roland thought that she did not need to describe it in such detail - for example, Wan Yam complained again, stared at Roland with strange eyes and some expectation, and talked about the entertainment activities of her and her dead husband during his lifetime.

Most of the activities are at night.

For example, for a man who behaved poorly and cried bitterly, what methods did she take to help him regain his dignity as a man.

oh.

A trivial thing happened during this period.

Director Abner's home was burgled.

I was really patronized by the thieves.

He cried like a little girl who had been fucked hard for the first time. He sobbed and pestered the town police, howling endlessly, and guessing about the people who hated him, and maybe the criminals were among them.

There was nothing the town police could do.

They can't arrest people based on suspicion - this town is not big, and most of them know each other. If they do this, they have to be careful when walking at night in the future.

Therefore, Director Abner lost the wealth he had accumulated over the years.

After this incident, his wife and three sons had a falling out, and many interesting things happened during the period. Roland and Rose would rather stay here for a whole day and happily watch the farce.

- Since nearly all of Abner's possessions were stolen by some bastard.

This directly caused the three sons to go crazy.

The eldest son thought that his father was old and asked him to take over the management of the workhouse after he stepped down from his position.

The second son said that he was in the middle and was the most unlucky because he received no benefits and had no savings. So, he asked his father to give him the house and the family carriage.

The third son wants nothing.

Under the arrangement of his mother, he went to another wealthy family in the town early the next morning - his wife died early, and now he has a group of children who are responsible for pipe and chimney work. At the same time, he also built a boat with someone privately and made a lot of profits every year.

The third son went away like this, euphemistically calling it 'being a guest', but he never looked back no matter what anyone said.

‘You should act like a man! Like my true and beloved son, live a hard life with your father! ’

'I don't know what you mean, sir. ’

Only later did Abner realize that the problem was not that his beloved son disliked poverty and loved wealth.

The question is why the bastard who bought the boat agreed to let his young son be a 'long-term guest' - a question that undoubtedly spreads from 'rich and poor' to 'love', 'family' and 'shooting'.

Poor Mr. Abner fired, but someone more considerate helped him hit the target.

Rose laughed.

So did everyone else in town.

Since the largest amount of money in Stitch Abner's 'treasure box' came from a bearer deposit certificate from a certain bank, he couldn't make a big deal about how huge the amount was - he wanted to save enough and use it. The money can be exchanged for shares, and you can scoop a spoonful of soup into the adults' golden rice bowls.

It's all gone now.

It is expected that this will be a famous joke in Fork County in the next year...or more than ten years.

"I thought you were going to kill him."

In the carriage, Rose sat on the carpet.

She was surrounded by gold pounds and crumpled bills, open wooden boxes, and broken locks.

"Sometimes life is more torturous than death."

The carriage passed through the town and stopped at the workhouse.

Unfortunately, almost all the people Roland was famous for are no longer here.

Either they would freeze to death, or they would die of pain from eating unclean food.

Or, he will be taken away by someone early and die in the endless busy work day by day.

There are many ways to die.

The woman who had bullied Yam and him was said to have married a shoe shiner, but later she was too stingy and did not want to use the seasonings she paid for when cooking, so she used 'cheap stuff' that she got somewhere - together with the shoemaker. Died one night.

When found, the bodies were decomposed.

Comes and goes.

Roland stayed at the door of the workhouse for a long time, and saw all the unfamiliar faces - the people here could be replaced much faster than the parts in the factory.

Batch after batch.

The only person who might still be alive is the girl mentioned in Yam's letter who always asks about his whereabouts.

The girl was taken away by an old gentleman. I heard that they went to sea together and never came back.

'I wish her a safe life. ’

Roland pressed down the brim of his hat, turned around and boarded the carriage.

Head to the west side of town.

Twenty minutes later, we stopped in front of a wasteland.

Rose shook out her tweed pants, opened the door, jumped down, and took a deep breath.

"I still remember that the knife you threw out almost hit me in the face."

The place at the feet of the two people is the old house of the Collins family.

Thales Collins' mansion.

The bloody cave burned by the flames.

"Why don't they build a house here, worried about the curse, or the Inquisition?"

"Look, there are rats."

Roland said nothing and moved forward on gravel and rotten wood.

'I have dreamed of living in such a big house with servants since I was a child. ’ The girl holding the umbrella walked lightly, and those sharp and messy stones could not stop her fantasy like the wind. ‘If you want something to eat, someone will give it to you. If you want something to drink, someone will bring it to you. ’

‘You can also change my clothes and put on my makeup. ’

‘I like rotten life. ’

she sighed.

Roland answered: "...and the rotten self?"

‘The blind and poisonous monster. ’ The girl with a blurry face raised her arm and brushed it across her face and neck, all the way down to her waist, ‘I’m so beautiful, how could I rot? ’

"You have a bed full of poop."

‘That’s beautiful shit too. ’

"As beautiful as you?"

‘Why did you get this angry mouth? ’

After she finished speaking, she suddenly covered her face with her hands and said in a muffled voice: 'It's over, how am I going to face a man who has cleaned up my shit...'

Rose did not go to the center of the ruins with Roland.

She just stood by the carriage, watching quietly as Roland was pushed further and further away by the waves, listening to the smile in his voice, listening to him talking to himself, looking at the empty place, and There is no 'thing' to chat about.

We had a great time chatting.

The driver was a little scared.

"...Miss? When will we leave?"

"Soon." Rose stared at the back with a calm voice.

"But you...you didn't say in advance that you were coming to a place like this—"

The girl turned around like a breeze and stared at the coachman with her green eyes. This quiet gaze was far better than the threat she once showed her teeth and claws.

Unknowingly, something called "Shelley" was like a dyed green mist, making the two gems darker.

It also gives birth to distinctive fangs.

The coachman wisely kept his mouth shut.

About ten minutes.

Roland came back with brisk steps.

"I thought you would find some shelter from the wind."

Rose pouted: "I'm afraid you'll fall into the rubble."

Roland opened the car door and let Rose get in first, "Then his throat happened to be pierced by a sharp stone?"

"This is the first time I've seen someone so fond of cursing themselves."

Bang.

After the car door was pulled shut, the driver finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"How about memories?"

"Great." Roland smiled, "The Fork County in my life is over."

He closed the curtains to block the daylight from outside the car.

"Never have to come back again."

Rose kicked off her shoes and stepped on the shoddy thin blanket with two short white socks. After pecking at it, she bent up again and wrapped her calves with her arms.

She was as silent as Roland.

After a while, due to the 'bump', she gently rested her head on his shoulder.

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

she said softly.