The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 422 Ch.421 Mine

Peggy decided that Rose was the person in her divination who brought her help or brought hope to the town of Inns - and Miss Snitch was obviously a little uncomfortable with being 'divined' or 'prophesied' for the first time. .

"Me? You don't think the Shelley family can do anything for you, do you?"

Faced with doubt, Peggy shook her head with tears in her eyes: "...For a fortune teller, fate is always constant."

Rose folded the handkerchief irritably, threw it to Peggy, and then looked to the left and right.

Before reaching a certain stage, Roland and Kingsley had the same purpose.

They all had to find out where and how the 'white mine' came from.

And this Peggy Streeter can obviously provide them with a convenient way.

The girl rolled her green eyes and discussed: "I won't say anything else, little cinder. You have to let us see it - with our own eyes."

so…

early morning.

Under Peggy's arrangement, the three of them put on the coarse cloth shirts she sent and carried lanterns - since they did not need to dig and transport the goods themselves, they had fewer fragmentary tools and could travel more lightly.

The clothes made Kingsley uncomfortable.

He caught a dozen fleas in it, some black scum, skin flakes and dried blood clots left by someone unknown.

The pale arms were visibly covered in red rash.

Nothing happened to Rose and Roland.

They got on the hard cart, spitting in the palm of their hands under the scolding of the cart driver, and after holding on firmly, they moved forward with the neighing and bumping.

There were also many people at the departure place, and they were more skillful than Roland in boarding the train. They were also carrying buckets and pots, and dry bread that looked like stones.

Everyone is squatting on the cart, arranged neatly one by one, just covered by an iron frame, like monkeys laughing and chatting in an unknown cage.

Male monkeys huddle together to talk about national affairs, or use their arms to create space for their females and babies.

The female monkeys hugged the young monkeys and sighed, as if doing so would make this disaster of life go away. The youngest one was not so sad, holding straw or some plant roots in his mouth, grinding them with his molars. A few times, use the secreted saliva to sip the sweet or bitter taste on it.

Wooden carts pulled ragged monkeys and transported them to a predetermined fate.

The mines in the distance are like slow waves, pushing and pressing inward one after another.

Let the young be unable to grow, and the old be unable to breathe.

When Roland and his group crossed paths with them, many people greeted Roland and Peggy.

"Hey! Heartthrob!"

They smiled like a gentleman who was about to attend a ball, a lady who was about to have a tryst, and a young man who was about to receive the property donated by his family--their smiles were no different from those of the men and women at the West End dance, except that their faces were dry and the young men were smiling. Moisture and real hope.

They had fun in their misery, imitating Roland's song that day, shouting "Long time no see the night!" ’

The song was going off the rails, and someone had an accident, and he was led to another vulgar ballad.

'My wife's big butt, her big butt when she's cooking -'

The children grinned and listened to the men singing.

The driver whipped the horse.

Sing all the way, die all the way.

The mine is not far away, thirty minutes away.

When they arrived at the place, everyone got off the car in an orderly manner - this was more orderly than the participants at the dance that Roland had seen: they knew that the men should get off first, and then the men should pick up the women, and finally pick up the members of each family. child.

Some people use the big ladles they carry with them to scoop out water from the buckets with cinders floating in them in front of the narrow mine entrances, and feed them to their wives or children.

Those who had more than enough drank a pot and held them in their arms like treasures.

Some people went to get matches and oil lamps, cheated and played tricks, and asked for more, but were whipped by the mine guards until they howled.

Others laughed loudly at him and took great pleasure in doing the same.

There is a huge iron cage next to the entrance of the mine: it is just as Roland thought - like an iron mesh cage in a lunatic asylum for people to watch. The miners will walk in one after another, put their shoulders together and shrink in front of their chests. The smaller the better.

Then, people from behind will come in.

One by one, row by row.

They squatted in the cage and watched quietly as people outside walked in.

These people who had laughed loudly in the pub, uttered obscenities, and shouted "the heartthrob and our flower of Inns", now finally calmed down their boiling blood and prepared to face the darkness and the cinders that penetrated their lungs.

They were quiet.

The mining area became eerily quiet.

Maybe it was Peggy saying hello, maybe it was just the way the mining area was.

The three of Roland passed easily and squatted in the cage like the others.

Suddenly, my nostrils were filled with the stench of sweat and sourness.

There are a thousand or ten thousand noses here, but it seems that they can never finish breathing in the stench and despair like the bottomless sea.

Roland hugged his knees, leaned against Kingsley and Rose, and quietly inhaled and exhaled with thousands of breaths, feeling the heat at the end of winter - in this iron cage, no one cried out about coldness or coldness. 'My toes are going to freeze off! ’

I also understand why the miners only need a smock.

There are even some women or girls who don't wear pants at all - but that's another story.

When the monkeys squatted down, a guard shouted.

soon.

The iron cage slowly moved downwards as it vibrated.

The sun and the land went away, rising to a height like heaven that they could never go to.

Then came complete darkness.

The rugged ore layer, a bottomless black hole.

Kingsley fiddled with the creaking oil lamp in his hand, trying to light it, but was stopped by Peggy:

"Don't light it now."

Others were also talking in the darkness:

"I can't understand why you, sir, would go down to the mine with us?" The man who spoke had a hoarse voice: "Don't light it now, save some time - otherwise, you will be out of light for the whole morning."

Kingsley was silent.

He was not very comfortable, but it was like going deep into the ground, he went deep into an unknown world for the first time.

A world he had never seen.

The breathing in the descending cage was still.

Until five minutes passed? Maybe ten.

With a thud.

The board under his feet hit the hard stone inside.

The two oil lamps were held in his hands, and the guards opened the cell door and released the quiet and well-behaved monkeys.

"Come down!"

They shouted.

The sound echoed in the mine, preventing him from repeating the effort.

‘Come down—come down—come down—’

Someone moved.

Roland was caught by Peggy’s wrist, and they left the cage together.

They were divided into teams.

It seemed that everyone knew who should go with whom.

But before that, they had to take something—something from the big hole behind the guard.

Wire cages.

They were full of drooping canaries.

The leading miners rushed forward and divided the cages, but did not thank the guard. They just held the lit oil lamp and bowed to Peggy in an awkward manner in the swaying light and shadow.

When a person has nothing, this is the most sincere gratitude.

“This can help us avoid many disasters.”

Peggy picked up the oil lamp, said goodbye to them, and led the three people inside.

The canary in her arms had already crawled out of her clothes and jumped onto her shoulder.