The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 110 Ch.109 Teeth out of the skull, skin peeled and bones broken

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

This is a very rude thing.

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

"I'm not saying bad things about anyone, gentlemen, I just think that the truly noble will never make mistakes in such details."

The middle-aged man with brown hair held the wine glass and talked freely.

"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 learned, it requires the accumulation and efforts of several generations, as well as noble blood - no, no, I'm not alluding to anyone, you all know that this is obvious."

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

"I heard that the city has been a bit..."

Several gentlemen smiled at each other, mocking the host who did not come.

"They always need some guidance."

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

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

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

"White lion!"

"...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?"

There was only one gas lamp on in the room.

"Grandfather?"

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

The gentlemen either closed their lips or took out handkerchiefs to cover their mouths and noses, mumbling to the gods in their hearts.

"Yes! This is immoral! How could Chloe..."

This study is like a bloody organ.

-Several servants who had bled dry and died long ago were lying on the carpet.

"This is not true! She died a long time ago!"

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

"Lion! There is a lion here!!"

Immediately, someone echoed.

"Brother?"

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

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

The fat privates filed in, until someone in the front shouted in horror:

"The benefactor is above! This--"

"Brother..."

They shouted viciously, stepped on the stairs in groups, and almost made the whole building tremble.

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

"Our country is as brilliant as the sun at noon, but morality has plummeted..."

"That's the Wilson family..."

Since they can't say bad things about the dead, they have nothing to say.

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

Obviously, there is more than one victim.

A 'person' who was not noticed from beginning to end, supported by his hands, sat on the window.

The crowd naturally dispersed.

The pump relies on the hearts of the living people who pushed the door in.

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

"I heard from my clerk - no, it was conveyed by the person in charge, yes, they guessed it was a woman..."

"Thief who doesn't know how to live or die!"

"Wait, when I see the thief, I will definitely rush up faster than you! I will control his hands and feet, you can just watch from the side!"

The surroundings all agreed:

The slogans were silent for a moment.

"My mother?!"

"Yes, but this is also a problem for us..."

The gentleman who started the topic shrugged: "What can we expect? An organization that has only been established for more than ten years? It's not easy for the 'good guys' in Scotland Yard to drink less coffee every day and go out more."

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

Someone spoke up and found a new topic.

An inexplicable and strange atmosphere enveloped the old house.

He raised his other free hand to show his thick palm to his friends, and by the way, showed the ring with a huge gem on it.

Turning around again.

The maid screamed: "The master is dead!"

"Dead!"

For a moment, the salon was in chaos.

"...A pretty face is not very useful, it must be 'tough' enough."

"Everyone!"

There was nothing good about them--

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

Benevento frowned: "... This is not a joke. What did the police say?"

For some reason, the two almost unrecognizable flesh and blood could not be described in detail: if you have seen how to skin a rabbit, you should be able to imagine how bloody things are hidden under the originally good skin...

Naked, sleeping in each other's arms.

"Mother... That's my mother..."

Minsi Chloe and Orlando Wilson were in bed.

"They actually..."

"Mrs. Chloe?!"

The second time, the commotion was reduced a lot.

The scene was going to be chaotic again.

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

This time, it was finally quiet.

A long boning knife penetrated their chests and nailed them together.

The maid said something incoherent and pointed to the stairs, her eyes filled with fear.

"Her Majesty the Queen!"

Someone screamed: "Window!"

But when it came to Cherry Chloe, everyone became much quieter.

Running and shouting.

They all called out their imaginary names and looked at the imaginary people or animals sitting on the windowsill, smiling gently with their brows.

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

Suddenly, all eyes turned to the open wooden window.

All eyes were on Benevento.

Even the ears, eyeballs, nose, and teeth were in the wine glass next to the bed.

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

As if they were about to go to the battlefield and win the honor with their own hands, these gentlemen, who had been soaking in champagne and red wine all day long, seemed to have found a place to use themselves, echoing loudly and shouting as they walked.

It was like two pieces of rotten meat pierced by iron bars, placed on the noisy road, and run over by carriages for several days.

Someone laughed faintly.

Someone, like Benevento, grabbed whatever was available and waved it around, yelling like a madman.

Their bones seemed to have been smashed alive by something, and bloody fingerprints were all over the sheets and walls - showing how violent the struggle was.

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

Then.

They walked like fat privates through the long corridor, stepped over the soft carpet, and came to the half-open door.

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

squeak--

The gentleman swung his glass and said noncommittally: "Who knows? In short, I am opposed to it. You must wear a police uniform when on duty, otherwise, what would you call a police officer?"

Meaning, no skin.

Some people fearfully took off their coats and covered their heads as if they were faced with an enemy;

Some people fell to their knees with pale faces, holding their hands in their hands, lamenting and repenting, silently reciting the name of a certain god;

He sounded sad and angry:

"There are bad people everywhere!"

"This is immoral!"

There was the sound of crows flapping their wings outside the window.

"The benefactor is above..."

"Oh...this..."

he shouted again.

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

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

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

He looked around, puffing out his chest without a bulging belly.

"Many stores have been robbed."

"Ms. Chrissy?"

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

He looked around and turned around as he spoke.

He got the approval of almost everyone present.

"Everyone!"

"Mr. Alva?!"

Minth Chloe.

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

It was as if someone hummed the hymn of Eden and read the incantation embedded in the soul from God's will word for word.

"Tell me what happened."

They squeezed each other tightly in the brown whiskey, drunk and dripping with blood.

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

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

He curled his lips disdainfully.

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

Some even fainted.

In different eyes, the man covered with white gauze may be as holy as the Son of God, or he may be the first born with two horns - he wanders in the world, accepting all the regrets, attachments, hatred and malice that come with laughter.

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