The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 496 Ch.495 Finished

"Do you think this is better?"

"Not me, Rose."

Second-floor windowsill.

The girl leaned on the railing, scratched the ends of her hair that were about to be seduced by the wind, and looked disgusted.

"I knew it, it must be the idea of ​​that vicious woman."

Roland blinked and didn't answer.

He originally wanted to give Wells a quick end - for example, a carriage that crushed him in two.

This is desperate enough, isn't it?

A person who had just dried the cold water on his body and was about to rush into a passionate life was strangled by death...

This answer sheet was enough to satisfy Louis Heyman.

But Shandel stopped him.

She said that this story started with her and should end with her - Shandel thought.

For some people with special experiences, living is more terrible than dying.

Death is simple, just some courage.

Living is difficult.

It requires more than courage.

You also need a house, a carriage, gold, status, servants, a wife, friends, a doctor, medicine for lewdness, a hernia belt, a soft brush for cleaning hemorrhoids, and a strong mouth for the child when he starts to seduce the tutor.

Or for the tutor.

That depends on appearance and the master's personal aesthetics.

In short, those who have not really enjoyed life can live with courage, while those who have enjoyed it are the opposite -

because when they fall from the top seat of the whole country's dependents and become the providers, they will be surprised to find that they are in a real hell instead of just living in the Book of Eden.

They are at a loss, terrified, and will shout:

'This is hell! It's hell! Everyone! There is really hell! '

And those who were born in hell will tell these "condescending" gentlemen and ladies:

'At least you can now scold those damn rich people without restraint, right? '

So John Wells is crazy.

Rose found out what Shandel and Roland were planning when the plan was halfway through.

The thief who came and went at night despised such a method.

In her opinion, such boring tricks and complicated conspiracies were not as good as giving the old guy a knife - or a dozen knives.

She thought Shandel Kratov was corrupting her Roland.

"I'm sorry she didn't learn the word 'running in both directions'."

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Stop being sarcastic.

"You're just a little more human than that venomous snake."

"Very limited."

"I now think that it was a wrong decision to let Shandel join our group, Roland..." The thief carefully stroked the sound and climbed to Roland's ear and whispered.

There was a creaking sound from behind.

"At least I didn't say bad things behind others' backs."

The gray-haired girl holding the dinner plate smiled and pushed open the door.

She glanced at the shadow that had disappeared at the end of the street and had long disappeared, and bent down to put the tray on the small round table.

She wore a similar grey dress to Rose today, with almost no difference in the tassels and lace.

"I just tried my best to complete the task Roland gave me, Miss Vansittart. We shouldn't cause trouble for him, right?"

"You've already caused him a lot of trouble by being alive." Rose curled her lips, "We owe you a favor for saving you, Ms. Kratov."

Xindel hummed a song, picked up a small tomato hanging with water, and put it into Roland's mouth.

She also glanced at Rose with an ambiguous look.

Although she didn't speak, her meaning had been accurately conveyed to the other party:

'So what? He was happy to save me. '

Rose: He will get tired of you sooner or later, stinky shit.

Xindel: You don't even have this chance.

Rose: You ***** (full of swear words).

Don't get me wrong.

This is not some kind of superb power.

It was just very simple, a kind of ability that only women can activate temporarily in special situations when facing women:

They are mastered by women and have always circulated among women - you can call it "telepathy", or you can call it "fuck your stinky hole and learn from people. Even if I wear the same clothes as me, I am still more beautiful than you, ten thousand times more beautiful than you. Do you understand? Pass it on and over-sensing it."

The former is more decent.

But everyone knows.

Rose is not a decent person.

She jumped down from the railing, stepped in front of Roland, hugged the man's neck, stared at Shandel in a demonstrative manner, and kissed Roland's cheek.

- What annoyed her most was.

Shandel still responded with that gentle fake smile, and the mockery in his eyes seemed to be looking at a child who had not grown up and needed his parents' attention.

"At this time, a real lady should say goodbye." The curly-haired girl hugged Roland tightly and almost hung on him. "Are you right? Kratofer. Sometimes it is not convenient for a third person to be present..."

Xindel sat down with her skirt gathered, squinting her eyes and moistening her lips: "Maybe I can teach you if I am here."

Rose was stunned.

"You have also dislocated your jaw?"

This sentence is more concise and powerful than all the curses above.

After a few lightning-fast moments, the gray-haired girl who understood the meaning of 'dislocation' finally sank her face.

This earned Rose's wanton ridicule.

…………

……

The story about John Wells ends here - maybe he will meet a real gentleman or lady who is willing to give out his kindness in the future, and maybe he can live a long time, maybe longer than normal people.

But his story is over.

Roland, Xander, Rose.

The three of them will not investigate whether they executed the soul of a noble man or punished a monster who had done many evil things in the first half of his life. The confession at the last moment and the sins Wells told about the sins he committed during his lifetime cannot make the executioner They felt relieved about this.

Because the experiences of the three people all taught them one thing.

The one who lets go of his evil deeds when he discovers them is like Dame Streeter.

hypocritical.

Besides that, there was something that worried Roland.

What Sandel said, about the workhouse that John Wells ran during his lifetime - he sold many children... maybe called 'giving them a better life'.

So.

Did Louis Heyman ask him to do this, just because he didn't want to do it, or did he hope that he could get a glimpse of someone's unspeakable past...?

'We are so similar yet so different. ’

Does Marvolo Heyman know what happened to his son?

If there is, he must know it.

So…

"Perhaps he has been trembling since he saw old Wells since the door was opened?"

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I don't understand what he means by doing this.

Maybe…

He should not try to use normal human logic to analyze the behavior of a madman.

"Yes, normal Mr. Roland Collins."

"I'd like to remind you."

“When someone you don’t know very well suddenly ‘reveals his true feelings’ to you, you have to be wary of his purpose.”

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so.

"So he's in love with you."

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I'm not surprised at all that you would say something like this.