The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 43 Ch.43 The life of the dead

The next few days…

Chloe's family reported another crime.

The Inspectorate intends to continue leaving this 'big trouble' to Fernandez and Roland - or rather, only Roland.

Fernandez euphemistically said, 'You should learn to train yourself from small things' and 'This just allows you to become familiar with the process' - he abandoned Roland and went to do other things.

As a result, Roland was the only one who took a carriage to Chloe's mansion every now and then as a guest.

Or…

Eat eat eat.

What puzzled him was that except for the first time, he had never seen Mr. Mince Chloe again.

That Lord is so busy with affairs every day that he has no time to even entertain guests?

"He's too busy gambling..."

Cherry Chloe sat on the sofa, her words were sharp for a brief moment, and then she immediately reacted, smiled covertly, and changed her words.

"Eat something, little Roland."

"I keep eating every time I come here. Madam, I've gained about ten pounds recently." Roland pinched his face with a look of helplessness, pinched the meat and pulled it out - compared to before, he can indeed gain more weight now. I picked up a small piece.

This behavior made the woman opposite laugh.

She was like a lotus-colored flower petals twisting on the sofa, laughing so hard that her shoulders kept shaking.

Although his face was heavily powdered, Roland could still tell that he looked haggard.

It seemed like she hadn't had a good rest in a long time.

"Yeah, I can't avoid the harsh sound of nails scraping against the iron plate..." The woman let out a long breath, lowered her eyes, and played with the matchbox on the table with her fingers, "It's like in my ears, in my ears In my mind..."

Roland went back and read a lot of books, but he had never seen anything like this before.

"Later, he also hired someone else." Cherry glanced at Roland and revealed a secret that was not a secret: "Officially, a real detective from the Supervision Bureau. But the result was the same..."

Roland took a sip from his tea cup.

"It's really boring." She dismissed the servant and lowered her voice: "Roland, tell me something?"

"What?"

"Stories about those tricks. I -" Cherry suddenly remembered something, stood up with her skirt in hand, and sneakily took out a book from the locked wooden box at the bottom of the cabinet - it read:

"The Bloodthirsty Demon".

She held it like a child presenting a treasure and placed it on the coffee table, her expression a bit like Miss Rose who had succeeded.

Roland found that she seemed much younger at that moment.

His eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement.

"I asked someone to buy it, and it cost a lot of money." She said, and opened it carefully: the title page repeatedly stated that this was just a fabricated story, fabricated and biased, and the reteller was not responsible for any actions of the purchaser - - Of course, this is of no use.

If Fernandez really wants to find the author, he must be beaten first and then taken to the court.

"Shall I read it to you?"

Cherry held up the book, looked into Roland's amber eyes, and cleared her throat.

"'The Story of a Bloodthirsty Demon, by Ryan Master.'"

"'I can't imagine how long I have to stay in this dark cellar - I haven't been out since I was locked in the year it snowed.'"

"'It was a night in late winter...'"

The whole story is very rough, describing what a man saw on a winter night:

He was captured by a bloodthirsty monster and imprisoned in a cellar somewhere.

For many years, I have lived by eating rats and cockroaches, and my blood has to be sucked out by monsters every month——

It's such a simple story.

Cost Cherry Chloe twenty pounds.

Twenty pounds!

The benefactor is above!

Just hearing this number made Roland's heart throb.

"Who told you to ban it? The more it is banned, the more expensive it will be."

The truth is exactly as she said.

Such ‘banned’ books are expensive on the black market. At least the poor can never afford it.

They only spread it by word of mouth - and then the story started to fall apart.

"Isn't that right? Like your shoemaker friend?"

She took out a fan from nowhere, covered her chin and flapped it gently, her eyebrows arched: "I've seen through your little trick a long time ago."

She was referring to Roland's sales of leather shoes.

"I would say that he should spend a sum of money to make some time-consuming masterpieces. If possible, send them to parliamentarians, big businessmen and nobles - and then make up some scary family histories, and then give them away for free."

"If you wear them, are you worried that no one will buy them?"

“A shoe goes from a shilling to a sovereign—”

Roland held his chin and said nothing, just watching her talk.

The dead face and make-up began to breathe at this moment and became full of energy.

They come alive.

Bright and hot.

"If I were to run the business, first of all, I would have to find—"

Like a proud swan, she held her neck high and talked charmingly about how she would run a shoe store and how long it would take to turn it into a bigger shoe store.

She started talking about trivial matters, starting from how to win the happiness of guests, and distinguishing between male guests and female guests, because the purpose and use of their purchases are different;

Then, gradually expanding, we talked about the craftsmanship of the shoemaker, and the cost of factories, employees and machines;

After that, they talked about publicity, cocktail parties, the difference between men gathering together and women chatting about interesting things, and how to spread the new product more effectively——

She is so alive and real.

Roland even recognized some similarities between her eyebrows and eyes - Miss Nina's flying demeanor at the last moment.

However.

All these disappeared after a huge "bang".

Cherry Chloe's face suddenly turned down, and she became panicked and terrified.

Roland stood up with a cane.

——The lord who had not been seen for many days came back.

He did not wait for the servants to inform and serve, and kicked the door open with the tip of his leather shoes covered with dust. With a gloomy face, he swept into the room like a hurricane.

He looked at Roland's face, said hello slowly, and then turned to Cherry Chloe.

"I told you to put that thing on the table... after getting up."

Cherry's momentary distraction was captured by Roland - she was looking at the dressing table:

Dressing table.

A jewelry box with one foot exposed under the cover.

"I didn't find it, dear." Cherry smiled reluctantly: "You did it again today..."

"I told you!"

"Let you put things on the table." Mingsi paused, his thin body approached Cherry, his eyes widened and bloodshot: "Do you want me to embarrass myself in front of so many people?"

He seemed to want to reach out and strangle Cherry's neck, but he noticed that there were other people in the room, his eyes rolled around, and he reluctantly put it down and shook it.

"That's my jewelry..." Cherry whispered back.

Mingsi immediately said angrily: "You have no personal property! Idiot!"

He panted, his chest heaving violently as if there was a storm hidden in it.

Then, he bypassed Roland, pulled open all the drawers roughly, opened every piece of cloth, every box, and searched everywhere.

After a while.

He found a cloth bag.

It contained some heavy small gold beads.

"I've already told someone. You can't wear all the jewelry anymore, please find it for me tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."

"Please."

He rubbed his face, hugged the box, and greeted Roland: "Good afternoon, kid, your name is... your name is... Steven, right?"

He was also in a bad mental state, looking very tired, but also unusually... excited?

"Good afternoon, sir." Roland smiled brightly: "Yes, you have a good memory."

"The weather is nice, do you want to go to a banquet with me--"

Cherry stood up suddenly, clutched her skirt and spoke loudly, her voice became very shrill.

The woman who had endured almost the whole process finally exploded after this sentence.

"Don't even think about taking him to gamble with you--"

"That's not just gambling! Uneducated woman!" Mince Chloe's face was full of disgust: "That's a way for men to bond with each other. This activity can help me meet many big men! What do you know? How many books have you read? You can only open your mouth..."

He closed his mouth angrily, shook his hands, raised his face, said goodbye to Roland decently, and left without looking back.

Cherry's skirt was wrinkled, and she curled up tightly on the sofa.

She covered her face, and her tears flowed through her powder, which looked strange.

The room became very quiet for a while.

At this moment, no servant came in to deliver food and drink, or stared at Roland as if warning.

They disappeared just like the promise made by the director of the workhouse, without a trace.

"Don't look at me, Roland. I'm too ugly..."

After waiting for a long time, the crying sounded a little lighter, and Roland took out the jewelry box hidden behind him and carefully placed it in front of Cherry Chloe.

"In the future..."

"Don't spend gold pounds to buy these stories."

He tapped with his fingers.

The box made a thumping sound.

"I have a lot of stories in my stomach. If you want to hear them, I don't need a penny."

Cherry-Chloe looked at the jewelry box, raised her head in surprise, and her eyes became more complicated.

A strand of black hair fell from the boy's forehead.

His eyes were like the amber-colored mellow wine in the glass, which made people inevitably involved in the whirlpool of drunkenness and madness.

But just when the atmosphere was getting thicker...

He raised his head and pinched his face.

"Just, don't let me eat anymore, ma'am." Roland puffed up his cheeks like a pufferfish: "I'm gradually expanding like a cat that always visits the fish market."

Cherry-Chloe just stared at him blankly.

"Roland."

"Hmm?"

"I want to invite you to a salon."