The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 110 Ch.109 Teeth and skull peeled off, skin peeled off, bones broken

The banquet time has passed, but the host has not arrived.

This is a very disrespectful thing to do.

Not to mention, even the butler disappeared without a trace.

"I'm not saying anything bad about anyone, gentlemen. I just think that a truly noble person would never make a mistake in such details."

A middle-aged man with brown hair held a wine glass and talked.

"Some people only leave their wealth to their descendants, but do not give them noble morals and true elegance and decency - that is not something that can be learned, it requires the accumulation and hard work of several generations, as well as noble blood - no, no, I am not hinting at anyone, you all know, this is obvious."

"Isn't this how each of our families came from?"

Several gentlemen smiled at each other, mocking the host who was not present in their words.

Mings Chloe.

"If it weren't for his father, I really wouldn't want to participate in such a crude 'salon'... Mr. Benevento." A man spoke, facing Benevento who was raising his glass, "If his wife were still alive, now..."

Curling his lips with disdain.

But when Cherry-Chloe was mentioned, everyone became much quieter.

Since they were not allowed to speak ill of the dead, they had nothing to say.

"…My wife's sister has been going to the East District recently." Someone found a new topic and talked about those who were hungry and cold. "I don't know, what's wrong with today's society?"

His tone was sad and angry:
“There are questionable people everywhere!”

"Our country shines as brightly as the sun at noon, but its morality has plummeted..."

He looked around, puffing out his chest without the protrusion of his belly.

"Look at me, everyone. This is the standard! I'm not mocking anyone."

The surrounding areas are consistent with:

“They always need some guidance.”

“Yes, but this is also a problem for us…”

"I heard that they are not beautiful at all. They are just curious, like cats..."

"…A pretty face is not enough, you also need to be tough enough."

Benevento raised his glass slightly and laughed heartily: "Hendley, Hendley!"

The man named Hendry bowed slightly, and after everyone laughed, he took a sip.

"I heard that there's been a bit of..."

Someone spoke up and found a new topic.

He raised his other free hand to show his thick palm to his friends, and at the same time, to show the ring with a huge gem on it.

"Many stores have been robbed."

Apparently, there was more than one victim.

"My clerk told me - no, it was conveyed by the person in charge. Yes, they guessed it was a woman..."

"There are women, and there are girls who haven't grown up."

Benevento frowned. "…This doesn't seem like a joke. What did the police say?"

The gentleman who initiated the topic shrugged. "What can we expect? An organization that has only been established for a decade or so? It's already difficult enough for the 'good guys' at Scotland Yard to drink less coffee every day and go out more."

Some people laughed faintly.

"I heard that they are also planning to set up a 'spy' organization."

Benevento shook his head: "This is impossible and will not be allowed."

The gentleman shook his glass and said noncommittally: "Who knows? Anyway, I am against it. You have to wear a police uniform when you are on duty. Otherwise, what kind of police are you?"

At this moment, a servant suddenly shouted something down from the second floor.

Running and shouting.

She stepped on empty air and rolled down with a clanging sound, but she didn't feel any pain at all. She climbed up using her hands and feet, stumbling and pulling at the men's clothes.

"died!"

The maid screamed, "The master is dead!"

For a moment, the salon was in chaos.

Benevento frowned slightly, looked at the people around him for a moment, put down his glass, and said loudly: "Everyone!"

He looked around and turned as he spoke.

"Everyone!"

The second time, the riots were much less severe.

then.

Turn around again.

"Everyone!"

He shouted again.

Now, it's finally quiet.

"Everyone! Don't panic." He stared at the maid and took a few steps forward.

The crowd dispersed naturally.

"Tell me what happened."

The maid spoke incoherently and pointed at the stairs, her eyes full of fear.

The scene is about to become chaotic again.

Benevento raised his palms: "Listen to me! Ladies, stay where you are! Gentlemen, it's time to show courage - Lord Mince Croy is up there, who wants to go with me?"

He received approval from almost everyone present.

Just like they were about to go to the battlefield and win honor with their own hands, these gentlemen who had been soaking in champagne, red wine and thighs all day long seemed to have found a place to use their skills. They echoed loudly and shouted as they walked.

"Gentlemen! Let's go upstairs and take a look!"

"If it wasn't an accident, we must catch the murderer!"

"Who dares to commit murder in front of us?!"

"You ignorant thief!" "Just wait, when I see the thief, I will definitely rush over faster than you! I will control his hands and feet, you can just watch from the side!"

They shouted viciously and walked up the stairs in groups, almost making the whole building shake.

They walked like fat privates down the corridor, across the soft carpet, and came to the half-open door.

There was a moment of silence in the chanting.

All eyes were on Benevento.

The middle-aged man coughed uncomfortably a few times, gritted his teeth, and pushed open the door.

squeak--

There was only a gas lamp on in the room.

The fat privates filed in, until someone at the front shouted in fear:
"Thank you for your kindness! This——"

He almost fainted and fell backwards, knocking over several thin soldiers behind him.

Benevento's arms were shaking, his hands were clenched tightly, and his teeth were chattering.

—On the carpet lay several servants, bleeding and long dead.

Chloe Mintz and Orlando Wilson in bed.

Naked, sleeping in each other's arms.

They were nailed together with a long boning knife pierced through their chests.

There is no good place in them--

Meaning, no skin.

Their flesh is in one place and their skin is in another.

Even the ears, eyeballs, nose and teeth were put into the wine glass beside the bed.

They huddled together in the brown whiskey, drunk and bloody.

For some reason, the two bodies that were barely human could not be described in detail: if you have ever seen how to skin a rabbit, you should be able to imagine what kind of bloody things would be hidden under the originally good skin...

It was like two pieces of rotten meat that were strung together with iron bars, placed on a busy road, and run over by a carriage for a few days.

Their bones seemed to have been broken by something, and bloody handprints were all over the sheets and walls - it showed how violent their struggle was.

This study is like a bloody organ.

The heart of the living people who push the door open is what keeps the pump going.

"The benefactor is above..."

The gentlemen either kept their lips tightly shut or took out handkerchiefs to cover their mouths and noses, muttering to the god in their hearts.

Some people even fainted.

Benevento's lips trembled a few times, and he uttered a word in anger:

“This is immoral!”

Immediately, someone agreed.

"Yeah! This is immoral! How could Chloe…"

"That's the Wilson family..."

"Alas... this..."

"They actually..."

The tragic death was only a brief moment of amazement, but the immorality in public would make the names of these two families circulate in the upper circles for a long time...

Just as everyone was shocked by the hell before their eyes, they heard cheerful laughter.

Someone screamed, "Window!"

Suddenly, all eyes turned to the open wooden window.

A 'person' who was not noticed from beginning to end, was sitting on the window with his hands on his back.

It is covered with a hazy white veil, and its face...

"It's my mother?!"

"grandfather?"

"Ms. Chris?"

"elder brother?"

"Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Mr. Alva?!"

"Lion! There's a lion here!!"

"Mrs. Chloe?!"

They called out their imaginary names one after another, looked at the imaginary people or animals, and sat on the windowsill with gentle smiles on their faces.

An inexplicable and strange atmosphere shrouded the old house.

It was as if someone was humming the hymns of Eden, reading out word by word from God's will the spell embedded in the soul.

Some people took off their coats in fear and covered their heads as if they were facing a great enemy;
Some people kneeled on the ground with pale faces, cupped their hands, and confessed in sorrow, silently chanting the name of a certain god;

Some, like Benevento, grabbed whatever was available and waved it around, yelling like crazy.

"That's not true! She's dead!"

"Mother...that's my mother..."

"My child... please don't leave..."

"White lion!"

"elder brother…"

Outside the window there was the sound of crows flapping their wings.

In different eyes, the man with the white veil on his face may be as holy as the Son of God, or may have two horns on his head - he wanders in the world, accepting all the regret, attachment, hatred and malice that come to him with a smile.

It waved, climbed over the window, and melted into the night.

(End of this chapter)