The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 810 Ch.809 Life and Death Plan

Obviously.

Ms. Goulding made a mistake.

Although she gave the order in public and taught her son to repeat it fifteen times - she ignored it, or her experience made her unable to figure out the true power of the so-called "magic object".

It doesn't need to listen to orders, take money, and contribute its own 99% new tight ring pliers like a newsboy.

These shoes.

No ears.

Nor does it obey the voice that comes from the throat of man.

The mortal Goulding failed to notice this, so she concealed what she shouldn't have concealed and chose what she shouldn't have chosen - but no one can say that Jim Walker is really guilty.

He just made a choice that he thought was best at the time.

It has become a fact that he was brought to the Red Street by the Golden Boot, so there is no way he would use it again, throw away the other foot and return to that dangerous place.

"You know why she did it, and so do I, and everybody knows it."

Jim Walker ignored the pity in the black slave's silver eyes and raised his head vigorously: "She fell in love with their flattery."

He said.

Katherine Goulding, his mother.

She was indeed a brave, kind, educated and cunning woman.

She has a sharp mind and is able to assess situations.

Unfortunately.

She was still dizzy.

After being relied upon by those female workers, she completely lost her mind: she thought she was a leader, at least in the small groups in London, in the suburbs of London, in the factories in the suburbs, in the places where the experimental animals were kept, and in the places where the experimental animals were kept.

After layers of ridiculous refinement.

She completely believed that she was a leader.

She did read day and night, making up lies filled with hope.

But he did receive flattery and admiring looks from those women day and night.

They called her Goulding at first.

Later named Catherine.

Next up is the Iron Lily 'Lady'.

At last.

Became the 'boss', 'our leader', 'sir'.

Red tape?

She began to convince herself that she had to let those who wanted to show respect show the respect they were so eager to show.

Her mind was no longer at peace. She would be alert to any disturbance, fearing that someone would snatch the stone that was everywhere under her butt - wasn't the best position on the gallows worth fighting for?

She was content, and every word she spoke was stripped of its bones and floated lightly on the mud ceiling of the factory - if not, many years later these hollow words would be seen in the kingdom of the Father of All.

"I had pastors as guests," Jim Walker said, "and they even treated the prayers as blessings. And my mother was no different from a pastor on Red Street back then..."

The man stopped struggling.

The rough hemp rope left a bloody red mark on his delicate wrist.

But he stretched his neck like a turtle and stared at the executive in front of him.

He guessed.

The one who decides his life or death.

"So, no matter how many nights, my conscience never torments me, my lord."

"Living is what I deserve."

He said.

'Let my child go.'

Goulding did tell the women workers this.

She tried her best to make herself worthy of this respect. Now, it was no longer the respect she received in this gorgeous dress, but the hardened pulp shell that put her into her body, making her gradually become as stiff and hard to bend as a sculpture.

'I am your leader. I should be in the front.'

She gave her young son to the pair of shoes like giving bread crumbs to a homeless person, and made an imperfect but necessary escape plan - many people would die, but a few would actually escape from the devil's den.

Sadly, she doesn't plan to tell her children how much those boots cost.

'Lloyd loves me, but he's a terribly coward. If I tell him, he'll be in trouble - if we just pick him up and carry him on our shoulders when the time is right...'

Roland understood Lloyd.

This young man who changed his name was probably almost devoured by fear and anger that night ten years ago.

On the one hand, he loved his mother, but on the other hand, he hated her for sacrificing him.

He didn't need to be brave, he was even too weak to confront his mother face to face. Even after putting on those boots, his mind was too confused to decide where to go - he was indeed a coward.

"There is no crime in cowardice, sir."

Roland glanced at Halida and nodded happily: "I agree."

He said.

"So, finally..."

"As you can see."

LLOYD — Jim Walker looked around the cemetery.

The loss of his son, who never returned, left Goulding and the other female workers completely hopeless.

In the end, a raging fire engulfed these poor people who took poison, ending their tragic fate - Jim Walker had no idea who the fire came from.

He guessed it was his mother who did it.

"How brave she is, isn't she."

Jim Walker scowled.

"I have seen people who have taken poison and have seen them go crazy. Until today, my lord, I have never seen anything more terrible than this - you really can't imagine that there is a kind of medicine that people crave so much..."

"They scratched their skin until it was bloody, banged their heads against the wall, laughed or screamed like crazy, and begged the guards to provide an extra 'lunch' every day - later, they asked for two, three..."

"to this end."

“They’re willing to give anything.”

"Anything is possible."

"I can't imagine what it would be like if this horror happened to me..."

Jim Walker's teeth chattered and his eyelids drooped: "Death is the best destination for them... I mean, the fire."

The story ends here.

Jim Walker recalled the past like a prince who had lost his country, and pulled himself out of the dark, painful, conspiracy and angry era when he was thirteen or fourteen years old.

He confessed his cowardice to the executive officer in front of him. Perhaps to some extent, he was indeed a weak and ignorant child who betrayed his mother.

But on the other hand.

He is also shrewd, calculating and ruthless.

He took advantage of his mother's lack of knowledge about strange objects and accidentally escaped from that hell.

so so.

You can say that he is morally corrupt, but you cannot put yourself in his shoes and accuse a cowardly teenage boy of running for his life.

"Can this story buy my life, sir?"

Roland didn't rush to answer, but slowly held up the pair of golden boots.

Look around.

When the finger touched the sole of the shoe, it started to twist and squeak, and the two shoelaces stood up like horns, making a scary look like a bull - it wanted to stop the finger from tickling it in this way.

Unfortunately, it has no mouth and no hands.

Roland scratched it a few more times.

It became softer.

At the ankle of the golden boot.

Two lines of maroon marks slowly emerged.

"Your name is Lloyd."

"Yes, my lord."

"Lloyd Cohn."

"It's...big..." Jim froze for a moment: "How...how do you know..."

"Well."

Roland rubbed the slightly warm mark with his fingertips.

The golden boots bear the name of the wearer.

Its current user.

as well as.

Previous user.

Above Lloyd Cohn's name was another name that had been crossed out.

Katherine Goulding.

(End of this chapter)