The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 96 Ch.95 Donation

The curtains in the room were torn down and the windows were crudely boarded up several times.

All the drawers in the cabinet were pulled open and empty.

The standing mirror is full of cracks.

On the cabinet wall, Roland also found several blood stains scratched by fingernails.

Some jewelry boxes were scattered on the floor, sofa and table, and they were as empty as the drawers.

Roland squatted down, rummaged around for a while, and found the jewelry box he had hidden behind his back.

The jewelry inside was gone, leaving only a dark green velvet cushion.

He stirred the cushion cloth with his fingers and heard the sound of paper rubbing: he opened it and found a piece of paper with very new writing on the lower layer of the cloth.

This is what Dr. Snow said that Cherry Chloe left him.

It's a secret that only he and she know.

The letter started with 'little angel', 'Roland', and 'Mr. Collins', and was crossed out and revised repeatedly.

The writing is hasty and some characters stick together.

"I wish you happiness, health, success, happiness and peace."

"Best wishes to you, past and present, present and future."

She used many blessing words, as if she wanted to write out all her blessings in this life at once.

"Roland."

"As smart as you are, you will surely find this letter."

"But if you can read this letter, it means that after I was taken away, I can never come back."

"That person united my brother, my friends... maybe I shouldn't call them friends."

"I don't know where I'm going to be taken or what kind of 'treatment' I'm going to receive."

"Mr. Snow repeatedly warned me not to believe in the words of stupid people who are barbers and don't have the light of wisdom. But the funny thing is, I don't have much choice."

"What choice do we have?"

"I shouldn't know anything except getting married."

"They talked to me about dirty topics, accusing me of concealing my illness, being indifferent to my family and husband, and never receiving a ladylike education, which led to insanity, auditory hallucinations, insomnia, and malaise."

"I know they are talking nonsense, but I really haven't read many books. How can I prove the accusations made by everyone, including him?"

"Roland, my brave and smart Roland, if it were you, you must have a way."

"Can I wait until you come back?"

"Waiting for a Balu like Rashida?"

"Also, I don't spend money on banned books anymore."

"In my opinion, a hundred forbidden stories are not as good as the story you told about the castle."

"I often think about it."

"If there really is such a castle far away from the world, I must first take off my heavy skirt and roll a few times on the rising grass. When I roll, my whole body is covered with grass clippings and dirt, and I just lie down without controlling the volume. Laugh for a few minutes."

"I don't dare to think about it any more."

"Maybe you think this isn't crazy enough, right?"

"That's the kind of person you are."

"Do you know that yourself?"

"How could you report everything that happened to the church without concealing the truth?"

"My life was saved by a woman. From now on, what kind of name will you bear? When it happened, that person even laughed at you in private: Look, what kind of capable people can women make friends with? This is your friend. , a loser who relies on women to survive."

"I didn't argue with him."

"Because I know that you are different from them, Roland."

"You to me, to Randolph, to Beatrice."

"Sometimes I wonder, what nutrients did you get to live like this?"

"Can a free wind really grow in a mire filled with sad flowers?"

"I like you like this, and I'm also worried about you like this."

"Maybe we are all aliens."

"Remember that book?"

"The monster in the cellar can only appear in the forbidden book. It can never see the warm light of day."

"If this letter is the last one I write to you, Roland, I hope you can promise me."

"In the days to come, please live like Mingsi Chloe, like Randolph Taylor, and like all the gentlemen you meet."

"Live like them and keep the stories."

"Waiting to meet..."

"Tell me more carefully."

"——The one who is willing to respond to you forever and wants to make you fat: Cherry Chloe."

The letter had gone through many twists and turns, and the paper was covered with creases and fingernail marks.

It must have taken a lot of effort to hide in the jewelry box.

Roland completely lifted the flannel and found that there were two pieces of paper with the corners cut off stuck to the bottom: one was harder than letter paper, smaller, and much more delicate.

That's a bank deposit receipt.

The same bearer certificate of deposit that Mrs. Passetti gave him.

The amount is stated above.

One thousand pounds.

In the lower right corner, the name of the bank is stamped with a steel seal, as well as the name of the person in charge, written in messy handwriting and signed by hand.

So this thin piece of paper was worth thousands of pounds.

It was a legacy from Cherry Chloe, and she was sure he would find it.

And the other one is his handwriting.

The story he gave her.

"Cherry..."

Roland murmured.

The valet Pink was waiting anxiously at the door. He stretched his neck furtively and looked into the room. Then he took out a silver cross pendant he bought from nowhere and held it in his hand. He curled his head and muttered something.

Blessed by the ever-ripe Father of All.

After Roland pretended to sprinkle a few drops of holy water in the room, the male servant called a young maid to follow Roland, but he himself shrank downstairs and refused to go up.

Second floor.

Cherry Chloe's bedroom was unremarkable.

It was obvious that it had not been shared by the couple for a long time.

The room was cold and damp, with a thin layer of ashes from the fireplace, and frozen coffee stains on the carpet.

There were many peeling places on the wall, and the cabinets had been turned over by someone.

"Mr. Collins..."

The maid whispered to him behind him.

She was neither good nor bad in appearance, and there was no special feature to pick out from the crowd.

Her shoulders were very broad and her neck was a bit thick, and she looked strong.

"I, I, I am not married yet..." The maid raised her eyes timidly and said something incoherent.

Roland: "What?"

Perhaps she found that this handsome gentleman was much easier to talk to than the group of black-clad gentlemen who came to her house for food, drink and fun, so she couldn't help asking a few more questions in trepidation.

"Yes, it's like this..."

"I heard..."

"The wrongly dead will curse the people around them in the most cruel way... Sir! I'm not married yet, and I have a younger brother..."

Roland understood what she was worried about. So, he shook the holy water in his hand and gently comforted her: "Please rest assured, this will allow the ghost to go where it should go. What's more... How could she cause trouble for you?"

The young maid patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're right, this has nothing to do with me..."

Roland tilted the glass tube, dripped a few drops on the carpet, and said casually:

"I would like to hear more about the wrongly dead."