The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 494 Ch.493 Polite Wells

Everyone in the Hanleyton neighborhood on the East Side knows it.

There is a madman living in the rental house on the 16th.

He is not a crazy person in the traditional sense who will cause harm to anyone.

To the women, Mr. John Wells was even considered a 'gentleman' - before the sun rose, the men flocked away like ants leaving the nest, while the women gathered together in twos and threes, Wrapped in cotton-padded clothes, he spoke with a strong nasal voice about interesting things that happened recently.

Generally speaking, it is older women who gather together.

Those who are young and newly married will prepare breakfast for their husbands and watch them leave, then turn around and go back to their rooms to sleep until lunch time.

——These young newlyweds still have expectations for life, and they don’t know how cold and damp the long, boring and ordinary life is, so that they need to rely on each other, rub each other’s skin with their rough hands, and rely on that to create survive the weak temperature.

The newlywed wife doesn’t know.

Therefore, most of the people chatting in the morning mist are elderly.

There are older ones too.

They encourage and warm each other, but also secretly compare and ridicule.

Generally speaking, the topics will revolve around men, bed, career and future.

Simplify it.

man.

Whose man looks strong, but in fact he is not (usually when such words are said, the man's wife is never present).

Whose man wins the favor of his boss, whose family buys new furniture and makes a lot of money.

Whose man made whom pregnant, whose child is not as good-looking as the first eye (perhaps more vulgar than this)——

These fragmentary, elastic beans were enough for them to chew for half a morning. Then, their interest was gone, and they dispersed like a pack of hyenas without flesh, blood and intestines, and went back to their respective homes. At this time, the newlyweds The wives were just getting up.

They ignored the sarcasm of the talkative old women who were "lazy", took care of their beautiful and lazy sleeping faces, walked around the door (to prevent anyone from gossiping), and smiled at the neighbor who came out to empty the toilet.

Go inside, close the door, and don't come out all day.

but.

When Mr. John Wells became famous.

Whether these women are newly married or not, they gather together every morning. To a certain extent, it can be said that it was Mr. John Wells who made these newly married ladies mingle with their neighbors.

He has merit.

They discussed the reasons for his 'illness', speculated about his past, made up and passed on their own made-up stories, saying, "I mean no harm, I just said it casually."

This undoubtedly casts a layer of mystery over Mr. Wells' past.

But Mr. Wells knew nothing of it.

He gets up early every morning.

He polished his teeth with soft and soaked milk cartons cut into strips, and chewed the slender leaves that he didn't know how to call - he called it Miss Mint, but the leaves didn't answer.

Maybe he called the wrong person.

He was wearing a blouse that leaked everywhere, an old coat with black wadding, old washed cloth trousers with one leg longer and one shorter, a thin hemp rope as a belt, and large-toed shoes with the leather kicked off.

He would eat a few little cakes that were running around, open the door, and go out into the street to say hello to his neighbors.

On a new day, we want to thank the Father of all things for his gift, so that the lambs on the earth can be bathed in the light of hope.

"Good day, ladies."

He does this every day, and women are used to it - he has to praise these lowly people, these lowly people who have little knowledge, stay in a corner all day long, and don't know what society is really like.

He wanted to praise them from the bottom of his heart.

Because they did not make as much fuss as other poor people, as if a 'Good Day' was as surprising as the arrival of the Father of All Things: John Wells understood that these people had never seen anyone as rich and polite as himself, and they could hardly do anything in this life. Give someone like him a gentle hello and a brief conversation.

He understood, so he sincerely praised them.

These women are somewhat knowledgeable.

He adjusted his tie, stood up straight, then lowered his head and touched the buttons of his suit politely.

The women burst out laughing.

The young wives were extremely curious and asked the older ones in low voices.

"What is he talking about?"

"Obviously a bow tie."

The young wife couldn't help laughing: "But he doesn't have a tie or a shirt."

The old woman rolled her eyes: "Otherwise, why would you be a madman?"

The mutterings of the women spoiled Old Wells's mood. He thinks it's really rude - when a gentleman greets you, it's best to turn around and respond face to face.

"How could I have such expectations?"

Old Wells muttered.

"Of course they don't have such courtesy..."

He took out a 'yellow' handkerchief from his pocket, dipped it in the corner of his mouth modestly, and raised his head slightly.

"This is to say hello, ladies. The weather is nice today, and let me see, spring is coming."

What kind of bullshit is this?

The women smiled even more happily - rather than sleeping until midnight, the newly married women were more willing to pay the price of a little sleep, witness interesting things with their own eyes, and then wait for their husbands to come home at night and tell them to him after work.

"Yes, sir, spring is coming." The newly married man obviously has a little knowledge among the women, and he also learned some tips from his husband - how to speak to respectable big shots. .

So, she broke the daily cycle, jumped out, and was the first to answer the question.

This not only surprised the women in the group, but also surprised Wells.

"...Oh, yes, yes, of course." He placed his palms on his lower abdomen and nodded in greeting: "I know you, madam. You moved here three days ago, right?"

The newlywed wife twitched her lips.

It was twelve days ago.

"...Forgive me for being too busy with business and not having time to attend your wedding." He dusted his sleeves, lowered the corners of his mouth, and demonstrated to everyone a noble temperament that only comes from blood or those who hold gold, "If you advance in advance Just notify.”

he regretted.

"I will send you my most sincere blessings."

This newly married lady is obviously not a kind person. Perhaps, she has already felt the coldness in her life.

So she found a joy and was willing to risk the punishment of the Father of All to make it last longer.

for example.

Ask questions.

"My benefactor! I actually missed your congratulations!" She roughly imitated the actions that a real lady should do, shrugging her shoulders and waving her arms like meat sticks fluttering in the wind: "You will take advantage of the opportunity. Coming in a carriage, right?"

Wells leaned back a little and frowned: "Yes, yes, of course. With all due respect, a real lady shouldn't behave like this."

The newlywed wife smiled and said: "I guess you must have seen what that must be like - you are the one who owns a carriage."

Wells didn't think there was much to say.

carriage? Silent, specially customized carriage, and driver——

These are not worth mentioning.

"Of course I do."

he said.

The woman stared at her protruding, frog-like eyes and turned her head exaggeratedly: "Then where is it? Sir?"