The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 96 Ch.95 Gift
The curtains in the room were torn down and the windows were crudely boarded up.

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

The standing mirror was covered with cracks.

Roland also found several bloody scratches on the cabinet wall.

Some jewelry boxes were scattered on the floor, sofa and table, and they were emptied just like the drawers.

Roland squatted down, searched for a while, and found the jewelry box he had hidden behind him.

The jewels inside were gone, leaving only a layer of dark green velvet.

He stirred the pad with his fingers and heard the sound of paper rubbing against each other: when he lifted it up, he found a piece of paper with fresh writing on it under the cloth.

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

It's a secret only he and she know.

The letter began with "little angel", "Roland", and "Mr. Collins", and then repeatedly crossed out and revised them.

The handwriting was hurried, and some characters were stuck together.

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

"Blessings to you in the past and present, present and future."

She used many words of blessing, as if she wanted to write down all the blessings for her life at once.

"Roland."

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

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

"That person allied with my brother, my friends... maybe I shouldn't call them friends anymore."

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

"Mr. Snow repeatedly warned me not to trust the words of those barbers who were ignorant and stupid. The funny thing is, I didn't have any choice."

"What choice do we have?"

"I shouldn't know how to do anything except get married."

"They talked to me about dirty things, accused me of hiding my illness, being indifferent to my family and husband, and never receiving a lady's education, which led to mental disorder, hallucinations, insomnia and depression."

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

"Roland, my brave and smart Roland, if it were you, you would definitely find a way."

"Can I wait until you come back?"

"Waiting for a Baru like Roshita?"

"Besides, I didn'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 think about it often."

"If there really is such a castle far away from the world, I will definitely take off my heavy skirt and roll around on the raised grass. I will roll until my whole body is covered with grass and dirt, and then I will lie there and laugh for a few minutes without controlling the volume."

"I don't dare to think about it anymore."

"Perhaps that's not crazy enough for you, is it?"

"That's who you are."

"Do you know that yourself?"

"How could you not hide the truth and report everything that happened to the church?"

"You were saved by a woman. From now on, what kind of name will you bear? After the incident, that person laughed at you in private: See, what kind of capable people can a woman make friends with? This is your friend, a loser who relies on a woman 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 absorb to live like this?"

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

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

“Maybe we are all outliers.”

"Remember that book?"

"The monster in the cellar can only appear in banned books. It can never see the warm sunlight." "If this letter is the last one I write to you, Roland, I hope you can promise me."

"In the days ahead, please live like Mince Chloe, like Randolph Taylor, and like all the gentlemen you meet."

"Live like them and keep the stories."

"Wait till we meet..."

"Tell me more about it."

"——She is also willing to respond to you forever and wants to feed you fat: Cherry Chloe."

The letter had gone through so much trouble that there were creases and fingernail marks all over the paper.

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

Roland completely lifted the velvet and found two pieces of paper with the edges cut off stuck to the bottom: one piece was harder, smaller, and more delicate than the letter paper.

That's a bank deposit slip.

The same bearer deposit slip that Mrs. Pasetti had given him.

The amount is stated on it.

One thousand pounds exactly.

In the lower right corner was stamped the name of the bank and the name of the person handling the transaction in clumsy handwriting.

So, this thin piece of paper is worth thousands of pounds.

It was Cherry-Chloe's legacy, and she was sure he would find it.

The other one is in his handwriting.

He gave her stories.

"Cherry..."

Roland murmured.

The butler Pink was waiting anxiously at the door. He would stealthily stretch his neck to look into the house, then take out a silver cross pendant that he had bought from somewhere and hold it in his hand, lowering his head and muttering to himself.

The blessing of the Father of All is well known.

After Roland pretended to sprinkle a few drops of holy water in the house, the butler called a young maid to follow Roland, while he himself hid downstairs and refused to go upstairs.

Second floor.

Cherry-Chloe's bedroom is unremarkable.

It can be seen that this place has 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 a lot of peeling spots on the wall and someone had rummaged through the cabinets.

"Mr. Collins..."

The maid called him quietly from behind.

She is neither good-looking nor bad-looking, and there is nothing special about her that can be picked out from the crowd.

He has broad shoulders and a thick neck, and looks very strong.

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

Roland: “What?”

Perhaps she found that this incredibly handsome gentleman was much easier to talk to than the group of gentlemen in black who came to her house to eat, drink and have fun, so she couldn't help but ask a few more questions in a nervous manner.

“Yes, that’s right…”

"I heard…"

"The dead will curse those around them in the cruelest 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 to where it should go. Besides... why would 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 onto the carpet, and said casually:

"I would like to hear more about the wrongful deaths."

(End of this chapter)