The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 458 Ch.457 Who can’t?

When Roland returned home, the drug store was closed.

The door was closed, and there was a constant tinkling sound inside, which could be heard from a distance - the loose eaves also trembled, and clusters of dust flowed from the top of the head like an hourglass to the curtain.

Roland brought a small pile of milk tied with string from the public market, the pods and cherry tomatoes that Yam loved to eat, and the sherry that his uncle often drank (but to celebrate, Roland went to a serious store and bought a few more expensive bottles. (whole bottles, whiskey, sherry, and red wine he didn’t understand at all).

(It is said that if there is a vintage, it is also a good vintage, but he can't tell much difference when drinking it - but if he understands the difference in money, he can tell the difference.)

The main hall faces the shelves and counters.

As soon as he entered the door, Roland saw a man with his butt sticking out and rummaging under the medicine cabinet.

Lots of drawers pull out.

Roland tiptoed over and saw old Collins kneeling on the ground, reaching for something from the crack in the medicine cabinet.

He silently transferred the items to one hand, and then gently opened the drawer above his head.

Half a minute later.

The key is found.

The old guy got up with a heavy breath, raised his head vigorously, and gave the drawer a brave and fearless hit with his head.

An ouch.

There was a loud ‘bang’——!

There were hurried footsteps on the stairs. Yam Jones was holding a blanket, and her pajamas and blouse were tightly wrapped underneath - she saw Roland at first sight.

"You're back!"

Old Collins rubbed his head and cursed.

"I brought you tomatoes and pods, Yam. I also bought a few bottles of wine for my uncle."

Old Collins pushed the drawers in one by one, pressed his head, and said in a strange voice, "My head won't hurt after drinking it, right?"

Yam glanced at him sideways, hurriedly took the pocket from Roland's hand and put it down. His hands were checking his face, neck, shoulders and waist back and forth - as if he would lose some parts if he came back later.

"If you fight with anyone again and I find bruises, don't go home."

"...Some people said I couldn't survive on the street."

James Jones pinched his nose: "With a face like yours, you can survive anywhere."

"I still want to go home."

"Yes, yes, no one will let you go home, as long as you are honest and don't do such mischievous things."

Phu Hugh Collins on the side could only clench his crotch and watch dryly as the 'mother and son' reminisced about old times.

This seems to be my home, right?

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"What?"

Taking advantage of Yam's time to wash clothes, Collins ordered his uncle to go to the second floor to report to him what happened recently - look, he now has someone to back him up, and he dares to use 'order' and 'report'.

But as soon as he reached the second floor, Roland discovered something was wrong.

There is an extra quilt on his bed.

Yam's coat hangs on the hanger.

An extra pillow.

"...If you don't come back, I will let her sleep in your room first. Well, it doesn't matter, you can sleep next to the medicine cabinet on the first floor..." said the old man sitting on the chair playing with his fingers.

He just refused to look at Roland.

"...I don't care where I sleep, uncle."

This is not the crux of the matter.

"So many days."

"I traveled thousands of miles just to find a roommate."

Roland thought so too.

There's something strange about these two people - they both said something enthusiastically in the letter:

‘Father of all things! How I want you to see my naked and sincere soul! ’

'bring it on! I agreed! If you really don't mind it, you are willing to take your sword away like a knight! ’

We finally met and went home.

‘Hello, Mr. Collins. ’

'Oh, good day, Ms. Jones. ’

Roland didn't know what to say.

If he spoke too much, he would be suspected of forcing James Jones;

If he pretends that he can't see anything, I'm afraid that Yam will soon feel guilty and tell him that he shouldn't live in other people's houses for nothing, and that he should find a job and move out.

"Your uncle seems to be a loser too."

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What does 'ye' mean? Are you mocking me?

"yes."

"You both are trash."

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I? -

I'm already a man, a tough guy, are you kidding me?

"To be honest, it makes me laugh."

Roland:......

He likes to irritate others, but he doesn't like others to irritate him.

Especially wrenches.

"The O-shaped mouth is going to make you happy to death? Do you have to wait until the chestnut-like organ behind the pubic bone starts to become inflamed before you think about letting that thing go to where it really belongs?"

What a long sentence.

There were a few rare words in it that Roland didn't understand.

Chestnut-like organ, inflamed, pubic bone.

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What's the meaning.

"I don't know what's in the memory of your dead sister Su Yue... Sometimes I'm also curious as to why she left me this mess of knowledge - you know? I've cut off a lot of 'no' The part that should exist.”

"For example, 'How to remove hair', 'A man who said he was playing games and then disappeared all night was really playing games', 'Can nose bleeding be cancer?', 'Will poop after eating strawberries really turn red?' , 'Green Bottle's cost-effectiveness/sensitive skin', 'Lemaire'...all useless."

Roland:......

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Maybe she wanted to give me more "wealth". You know how urgent it was at that time, she didn't have time to check.

"Your attitude of 'she is my friend, she is right' is not popular."

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My friend likes it.

"So, when will you meet that O-shaped mouth--"

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You should call her Big Bat.

"Big O Bat."

Roland: ...

In short, Roland was very puzzled by his uncle's behavior-this is different from his usual bragging.

Isn't it?

Push Collins, the handsome and romantic prince since childhood.

"If you can't do it, I will never let Yam live in the home of someone who makes her uncomfortable. I will buy a house outside."

Old Collins glared: "What do you mean I can't do it?"

Roland pressed the mattress and prepared to find time to talk to Yam-he was only a second ring, why should he worry about the health of the eighth ring ritualist while worrying about the feelings of two elderly people?

"I almost got fooled by you." Old Collins just remembered and looked at Roland suspiciously, "Where did you get the money to buy a house?"

"...I earned it."

"From where?"

"From others."

"From whom?"

"A friend."

"Which friend?"

"A friend I know."

Old Collins punched him on the arm, pulled the chair forward, and warned him in a low voice while looking at the stairs:

"Don't do those shady things for me! If I...let Ms. Jones know, you'll be finished! Boy! You...you don't know, some women are crazy..."

Rowland shrank his neck and said timidly: "But I can do it."

Old Collins was stunned for a second, and immediately became angry: "I can do it too!"