The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 424 Ch.423 White Miner

The narrower corridors require people to bend down, and some even have to crawl on all fours on their stomachs.

It is hard to imagine what kind of despair the trapped but not dead people will face once a certain section collapses - but even in such despair, Rose arranged the order of everyone's crawling in an orderly manner.

Paige first, then her.

Then Roland, and finally Kingsley.

The meaning of this arrangement is unclear. Only Roland knows why she does it - such as crawling and suddenly stopping.

"Your courage is admirable, sir, miss. I dare say that no one is willing to go into this hell with me, not even the police." After a certain paragraph, Paige said with emotion.

The frivolity on her face was gone now, and she only had respect for Roland and Kingsley.

Although they have their own goals, it is not easy to just 'condescend'.

None of these three have mud toes.

And she came here to suffer.

"Of course not the police," Rose wiped her sweat and had soot on her face, "If you rely on them, you'll be doomed."

Paige moved her lips, and Roland translated on the side: "She means that if it is exciting enough, she will be willing to continue to take risks with you without limit."

Rose took advantage of the darkness and pinched his arm.

Kingsley: "...I didn't provoke you, miss."

Rose:......

The young detective was speechless all the way, but his heart was in turmoil.

As his father said.

‘It’s time for you to open your eyes from serving and see what the real world is like. If you are not willing to be an idle, moral gentleman and insist on asking for trouble - then, if you find out the origin of this thing, I will agree to get you a detective agency. ’

miner.

Mine.

Life with Mud Toes.

Kingsley has never been in contact with them, and has never really seen how they live - at most they are worse than him, and they can always drink red wine and eat steak.

At most, at most, less red wine, less steak.

Running all the way.

It gradually became clear to him that there were people who couldn't eat steak.

The days are getting longer.

He discovered that some people could not afford meat.

Several months passed.

He saw that some people could not eat bread mixed with gravel and sawdust.

If he had come to London, or asked Roland, he would have seen with his own eyes how tramps who could not afford bread mixed with grit and sawdust had their arms boiled in urns.

He was a little depressed, and the suffocation that came over him made him uncomfortable.

My thighs and arms were sore from crawling all the way.

There were fleas on my body, and sweat flowed from my forehead to my eyelids.

But he said nothing.

If the most exquisite of beings, Mr. Collins could laugh in hell, this green-eyed girl, this woman, could bear the rough stones and the nearness of death.

A future, famous detective must do better than him and her.

A tinkling sound came.

Lamps like will-o'-wisps were hung from iron hooks protruding from the mine wall or from wooden stakes in the cave frame.

In this narrowest tunnel, many miners are busy.

The dark stones are mixed with some white, star-sand-like powder. They shine in the dim light, like wishes left on the beach after the roaring tide recedes in a dream.

So beautiful.

"This is the most primitive 'white mine'."

Peggy bent down and led the three of them forward, talking as they walked, and greeting the busy miners from time to time - she seemed to know everyone, and everyone seemed to know her.

"Miss Paige!"

"Who asked you to come down?"

"You can't come here!"

"Miss, leave now, there's nothing interesting here. Why don't you go back to Street's house, sleep in your own comfortable room, and drink with us tonight?"

Some people are worried, some are scolding, they hope Peggy can get off this road, this special mining site.

"Street is not my home right now."

"Yeah, fuck Street... I'm sorry, I didn't mean you, Peggy." Roland noticed that these miners did not tighten their cuffs and trousers, and did not wrap their faces. "Get out, leave, don't Come close to us!”

Peggy thanked her and said she wanted to show the three people behind her.

"What's there to know about this thing?"

The old miner spat, his mouth dirty.

His whole body seemed to be wet with sweat, and his face was stained with white minerals. His whole body was shiny and very beautiful: "If you three want to buy, go to Street's house, that careless big shot." Buy it—but stay away from our Peggy, she never does that.”

While they were talking, Rose stared at the shiny ores without saying a word.

The explorer from the Secret Scroll Circle enables her to identify valuable items to a certain extent——

Now.

The shining white mineral in front of her eyes was blooming with dazzling light.

Something's wrong...

Even if the white mine can bring wealth, it should not have such a huge ‘value’——

Rose frowned: "How do you separate coal and white ore?"

She found that all the stones were piled in the basket frame, and those stones shone like meat in their broth - it could not be said that they were there or not.

"How do I know?" The miner swore rudely, bent down, opened the paper bag, took out a piece of hard bread, put it in his mouth, chewed it softly: "Maybe the big guys have their own methods... factories... or something like that. ”

This is even more wrong.

Judging from the ‘harvest’ Rose saw, there would be no white ore produced in a day. How much money could this stuff sell for?

The miners didn’t know.

They said that just working here, the weekly salary is twice as high as outside. Yes, you may get sick, but not everyone will get sick, right?

Someone has to pay for life.

If you work here for two or three years, you can save a lot of money and live a rich life.

“If you get sick, you will be arranged to a more distant mining town... It’s a bit troublesome. But I heard that there are people who can treat diseases there. Just go there and stay for a few years before coming back.”

A more distant mining town...

Rose glanced at Peggy.

In her eyes, she found the same answer as she guessed.

Kingsley is the same.

He didn't believe that a master who was not willing to pay for a bird to a miner could arrange for a sick person to go to a "further mining town" - he didn't understand, did these miners really believe in Street?

This Mr. Henry was definitely not as popular as her sister.

The detective was thinking, but heard the miner say another sentence:

"We believe in Peggy. If Peggy becomes the true heir of the Street family - we would rather pay for this kind-hearted girl..."

"Shut up John!"

Someone shouted.

The miner named John disagreed: "If it was Miss Peggy, she would be satisfied with doing this job even if she risked getting sick. She has always been good to us. Don't you know how much she has paid for us?"

The miner in the dark ran over angrily, punched John, grabbed him, and pulled him away.

'I want you not to say it in front of strangers, idiot...'

Peggy cried silently.