The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 779 Ch.778 The South District is Unable

"Uncle and Yam occasionally drink a few sips when they have a headache or stomachache. How can that thing be like what you said..."

Roland was a little dissatisfied with Rose's words.

Because he came from the workhouse, he knew better how many people were saved by these bottles of "magic medicine" that were even cheaper than black bread.

Rose didn't comment.

When Roland asked.

Wrench was silent for a long time, then told him:

"See with your own eyes."

Paroyemed.

The gentleman in the high cabinet was not willing to exchange money for a yellow-skinned girl at first. He held the deposit slip in his hand, questioning Yolanda's identity and the origin of the slip, and hinted at one thing in his words:

She stole the paper.

It was not until Roland revealed his identity that the other party called the supervisor with an unwilling look on his face. After mumbling for a long time, he reluctantly exchanged the banknotes and two stacks of coins.

“…Thank you, sir.”

Yolanda just followed Roland with her head lowered and her eyes lowered - when she mentioned the name of the goods, Rose became cold towards her.

"The Elephant Gang and the Gold Fang control most of the illegal businesses in the South District. Before Anne came to London, I had seen many similar people... I don't know whether I should call them 'people' - Roland. If you don't walk on this road, it will be difficult for you to see another hell with your own eyes..."

In a carriage moving steadily forward.

Rose murmured.

Although both came from the lower class, Rose and Roland came from completely different worlds - Roland was cared for by the directors, and lived a hard life with Yam Jones; Rose lived a hundred times better than him, but also witnessed more unspeakable horrific scenes.

Through the back door of an old rooftop coffee shop in the South End, they stepped into a world that 'didn't exist' in London.

This narrow alley leads to many directions.

In London, it has never appeared on the city map - any funding has nothing to do with it, and the people who come here have almost become "non-humans" without surnames.

Robbers, murderers, organ dealers, prostitutes who sell their daughters.

All kinds of criminals, all kinds of shady deals. Rose felt at home here. She felt more comfortable here than at Shelley's old house - during the reign of the Elephant Gang, this place was not too chaotic.

Until they perish.

It has completely become a lawless area that is not controlled by any party.

"You may not believe it, but people here still pay taxes."

"Buy yourself a rope?"

The alleys are as interconnected as an ant nest. If Rose wasn't the guide, a stranger would get lost in just a few minutes.

“Of course not to the government.”

Rose pushed the boy away, showed him the blade between her fingers, and spat.

"roll."

The boy with the askew felt hat disappeared in a flash.

"Without the South District and the East District, how can the West District show its nobility and greatness?"

Rose's face was full of mockery.

Anyone who can make it here is not too stupid.

When these villains with gloomy eyes, bulging waists, and succumbing to greed were ready to stand up, many of them retreated because of the other party's fearless face.

Roland took a few breaths to smash the arms and knees of the two young men who refused to give up.

later.

They were able to travel freely.

"It's not entirely controlled by the Gold Teeth Gang. James has been planning to gradually let go until Shelley is completely separated from the Gold Teeth Gang - now it's managed by Old Tom and me."

Rose said as she walked.

She learned a lot from her teacher and understood that a decent businessman should not get involved in illegal business.

As the Shelleys' tobacco business prospered, the Gold Teeth Gang became less and less important.

But the gang was so much fun that she couldn't bear to let it go.

"It's impossible to get these people to walk the right path. I want to set up a maritime trading company and drive all the dishonest ones onto the ship. Maybe the deck and the waves can bring out their talents..."

As I was talking, everything around me became quiet.

Roland and Halida were shocked.

“…What are you doing?”

"I'm impressed, Rose."

The curly-haired girl snorted twice and raised her head: "I said, I'm smart. I just lack teaching and opportunities."

The girl with almond-shaped eyes followed the three people silently, staring at Roland's back.

They walked for about ten minutes.

Some haggard ones appeared scattered in the sight.

Roland found it difficult to describe what these people looked like.

He had seen people starving to death or being tortured to death.

If you have seen it yourself, you can combine these two types of people into a new one, and you will get the answer - these people look extremely hungry, but they are well dressed, without the slippers of homeless people. They lean against the door, usually a family, with three or four, four or five children.

Either the husband is like firewood or bitten sugarcane, or the wife is.

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Either two people, or both children.

From time to time, passers-by were invited to come over, talk to the men, touch the women or children, and then one or two were selected to enter the house.

The husband was standing guard at the door.

He saw some homemade pipes, and the smell of burning was not butter, prunes or pepper - it was a pungent, gray mist like the thickest smoke from factory chimneys.

This place is like a flower street, but it is more dead than a flower street.

Like late winter when everything withers.

Roland could not see any life in any of the faces.

"… Let's take a look around first. Then, I'll introduce myself to you, Roland."

Rose was at a loss for words about this 'balm', or the laudanum made from it...

No.

Roland raised his hand.

Saw a familiar face.

"…Bohan?"

He walked quickly forward and greeted the woman who was leaning against the wooden door and yawning.

Michelle Bonham.

Roland remembered clearly the woman involved in the Petticoat Harbour exorcism case, Matthew Bonham's wife.

She had a big belly, but her limbs were as thin as a clothesline. Her cheeks were sunken, and her eyes no longer had the sparkle they used to have - although she was poor, she had the sparkle of the poor, who were fierce and kind, cunning and loyal, and thirsty for hope.

She heard the shout and immediately recognized Roland - people with golden eyes were rare to begin with, not to mention a face that was unique in the world.

"…Mr. Collins."

The pregnant woman struggled to stand up, holding on to the wooden frame, and forced a smile on her pale face.

“…Good day.”

She said.

The Exorcist and the Family Angel of Petticoat Harbor.

When they met again, they had nothing to talk about.

"…Do you want to…enjoy yourself…?"

She licked her dry lips and tugged at her peach neckline.

"Where are your children and husband?"

Roland couldn't remember.

She seemed to have two, or three children.

Where is your husband?

Matthew Bonham?

"…It's a long story, sir, your Excellency."

Roland's appearance gave her a glimmer of hope that Ben would leave her forever.

"It's a long story."

She pushed the door open with her backhand.

"Do you have time?"