The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 495 Ch.494 A New Soul

Of course John Wells would not have a carriage.

If he really had one, even if it was a mad one, these women would greet him properly, and perform the inappropriate etiquette like livestock that go to the factory on time every day to make money for their masters, and then find an opportunity to show off in front of his relatives.

Suppose he really had one.

Even if he was lame, or even lost both legs, lost his arms, had deformed facial features, only half of his teeth left, drooled, stuttered, and burped like a fart-

Even if.

Even if he was a monkey named "John Wells".

But if there is no "even if".

Then, you can't ask the ladies to treat him like this.

Because they can tolerate monkeys, but they really can't tolerate a person with wrinkles on his face.

"So where is your carriage?"

The newlywed woman's voice was shrill, as aggressive as her appearance-the other women covered their mouths and snickered.

They didn't have the courage to provoke a madman, but they still had the courage to laugh at the side.

"Carriage..."

Wells hesitated: "My Ross is driving to do business."

"Your Ross?"

"My Ross." Wells nodded, his face heavy: "My driver. I recently arranged for him to do business, but it really tired my lovely old dog."

The newlywed wife asked again: "What business?"

"Some ore business."

"You mean, mine?"

"No, ore."

He corrected and emphasized repeatedly.

The so-called ore is different from the mine. There is ore in the mine, and the ore is dug out from the mine.

You can't say that ore represents the mine, but the mine can represent the ore.

The repeated and meaningless explanations made the other women bolder.

A thick-waisted man who was familiar with the newlywed woman came up with a playful smile, took her arm, and joined the interesting conversation.

"Then you are so rich."

"You can't say you are rich, ma'am. I should say that the wealth I have is just enough for me to live an ordinary life."

The thick-waisted woman was 'shocked': "It's not an ordinary life, sir! It's much better than ours!"

Wells proudly retracted his chin, stroking the non-existent cane in his palm, and responded with a soft 'hmm' from his throat.

This made them laugh even more happily.

"Tell us quickly! Tell us in detail!" The thick-waisted woman urged: "What is the life of the rich like?"

Wells sighed: "An ordinary life, just like this, ma'am. I just live an ordinary life - drink a cup of coffee from overseas every morning, eat with the servants, read the newspaper. Say hello to the horses, and go to the yard to appreciate the masterpiece of the gardener."

"Have some fish for lunch, less beef."

"Walk around the flower garden and take a nap on the lounge chair."

"Wake up in the afternoon, be served by friends Friends invited me to the salon to talk about the past and the present with those little guys who fiddled with art and the spark of the soul, and spent a few dollars to collect their hard work——"

"After dinner, I covered myself with a blanket in front of the fireplace, looked through some projects that begged me to invest, and occasionally replied to young people who asked me for help. Of course, there are some admirers, ladies who secretly love me and pursue me..."

"That's all."

"I live a plain life."

After he finished speaking, he smacked his lips, as if he was savoring the cup of coffee before going out today.

The women were about to laugh.

"Yes, yes, yes, hahaha..." The thick-waisted woman hooked her newlywed friend and laughed and shook: "Yes, sir! You are living a great life! It's really enviable!"

Wells waved his hand modestly.

"What about your wife?"

"Wife?" He shook his head: "I only have a lover, ma'am. My lover has my child, so it's inconvenient for her to come out - I can't bear that result, and I will never let her take risks."

The thick-waisted woman teased: "I heard something different."

"What's different?"

"Don't you know?" She is considered a well-informed person in the neighborhood. Her husband is a bartender and her son runs errands for the Gold Teeth Gang. It can be said that she is very powerful among the poor. "I heard something different."

She lowered her voice - a voice that everyone could hear clearly.

"A different answer." She said mysteriously, "I heard that you don't have a carriage or a big house at all."

This immediately angered old Wells!

"Nonsense!"

"I'm not talking nonsense," the woman said with a smile, saying that his son had witnessed his "crazy" behavior one day: wandering around the West End like a tramp, even stray dogs wandering around (sorry, there shouldn't be stray dogs in the West End).

And then.

He also tried to break into a house.

He was severely beaten by the servant of the house owner.

"While you were wailing on the ground, my son happened to come out of the cigarette shop opposite - sir."

Wells was as anxious as a lovable monkey this time.

He scratched his head and argued loudly, as ridiculously as a politician who was about to lose power: "That's my house!"

he shouted.

"My servants! My lovers! My children! They all live there!"

"Oh, then why don't you?" the thick-waisted woman asked with a smile.

The newly married woman pulled her friend back, thinking that there was no need to be serious with a madman.

"I...I, I, I haven't had time to move in yet!" Wells was at a loss, as if everything around him began to become distant and small.

Many voices were laughing, overwhelming laughter.

"I have a carriage! I have servants! I have children! I have money! I have business!" He spat out words one by one, mixed with saliva that smelled like sewers: "There is a girl! She helped me! She is Church people!”

The words stopped the laughter for a few seconds.

then.

Pierced in a scoff.

"Oh, we know, sir. We have all heard about it." A woman in the crowd muttered: "...You were scolded by the church pastor and almost had you arrested..."

Everyone in Hanleyton Street knew this.

This old lunatic was trying to deceive the priest, saying that he knew a girl who owed him a favor and hoped that she would repay him—crazy words.

"That's her! She owes me a favor!"

Old Wells pulled his neck and shouted: "She just forgot! She doesn't remember who I am! I want to remind her! When she was a child, she even ate the candies I gave her!"

The women all backed away.

"Yes, sir, she remembers you..." The newlywed woman tugged at her thick-waisted friend and comforted her: "She remembers you, and sooner or later she will repay your kindness..."

A woman just muttered, "That's just a dream," but was immediately stopped by others.

They've had enough fun, and they don't want to really piss off a madman.

Who knows what he might do.

"Yes... yes, you see! She said, that girl remembers me!"

The other women nodded and said yes.

"Yes, yes, she remembers you, old gentleman."

Wells exhaled thickly and nervously twitched the skin on his cheeks: "She remembers me..."

he murmured.

"She remembers..."

he said.

"My children are still waiting for me to go back..."

That was definitely not a dream.

He turned around silently, swaying, and stepped in the mud puddles of varying depths, heading towards the West End where he remembered the most.

That house.

Inside were his coachman, his servants, and his lover.

His children, his comfortable and leisure life, his business, his future...

And the woman who should repay the favor.

She would soon remember.

It's definitely not a dream.

Everything is true!

He deserves everything!

"I want to redecorate the living room, and I have already thought of the name of the child..."

"Tobacco, and tobacco..."

"Where are the bank notes..."

"My newly hired chef has already prepared a surprise..."

"Right!"

He swayed, walking and talking.

From mumbling to yelling.

The sound is getting louder and louder.

The people around them avoided this old ship that was running rampant, with a broken sail and no destination.

"That's right! That's right! That's right!"

He sang loudly, and this happy life burned his brain like a soldering iron, making him chase the sun and smell the burning hope in the sun.

Several newsboys ran by carrying cloth bags.

spit on him and throw stones at him.

"Crazy poor guy!"

The children shouted, laughed at him, and teased him.

"I'm not a poor man!" Old Wells argued in a deep voice.

A boy who was unfamiliar with the area stopped and asked, "Do you have money?"

Old Wells said of course he had it, and there was no way he could spend it all.

So he stretched out his hand: "Buy a newspaper, sir!"

He sells.

But at the next moment, the old man bent down, took his hand, and shook it.

"Yes, kid. Wait until I get home. Wait until I finish my supper. Wait until I'm by the fire with tea. Wait until I've looked through the other items."

He patted the bewildered newsboy's thin shoulder, took out his pocket watch and looked at it.

"I'm more than happy to support promising young people. I'll consider it, kid, but you have to give an old man enough time - right?"

He was in a good mood, even seeing such a motivated young man made him feel a little younger.

“There’s a lot of money to be made in the newspaper business!”

He praised the dumbfounded newsboy, straightened up triumphantly, and moved forward, chattering about topics about the newspaper office, talking to himself, getting more and more excited as he talked, which was creepy.

Just like that, John Wells left the newsboy behind and staggered away into the rolling fog of late winter.

He couldn't stop his passionate expressions and gave a solitary speech with great devotion.

He taught the fogs and had them send them all over London.

He thought of his business, his old age as warm as a fire, his body no longer in pain, his lover who was as strong as a mare with a thick back and big feet, the repayer of his favor, and the child who would surely be outstanding in the future——

When he thought of these blessings, he couldn't help but scream, letting everyone hear his shameful and trembling scream!

He wants to open his arms, and when the acidity flows through his thighs, calves and ankles, he wants to declare to all directions that he is ready to welcome this rushing happiness!

"Everyone! Please greet happiness!"

He is sonorous and powerful.

"And this shocking, great era!"