The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 781 Ch.780 Departure (Additional)

The lawless place under the night is like a fancy salon that only invites ghosts.

Coughing and screaming are the main themes.

The children, who were not as tall as the window sills, finished their day's work and jumped around the corner where they had done evil, using stones and slingshots to annoy and attract scolding.

They sang songs and showed off their day's catch to their companions.

'Thick door, thick door!'

'Worth exploring!'

'Overgrown...'

'It's open inside!'

'You can use a bristle brush, your mouth or your fingers to gently brush...'

'You can also put tomatoes, French fries and red apples! '

'Don't tell too many people!'

'Quietly...'

'Do it quietly.'

'Enjoy happiness quietly with your lover! Have fun every night!'

'Thick door, thick door...

Roland held his cane and strolled along in the song.

Half an hour ago.

Rose went to ask the leader of the Gold Teeth Gang - it was indeed Michelle Bonham who "sold" her child.

This made her very angry.

The anger of losing.

"How did you know that?"

"I guessed." Roland hummed a few times in his throat, and just as he sang half of "Hou Men" - Rose twisted his arm.

"…You've seen it all. This stuff can drive people crazy and turn them into zombies without brains…I don't know what those gentlemen were thinking, allowing these things to circulate on the market…"

She didn't know how to describe it.

Maybe this city... is like an incurable pustules, rotting away bit by bit.

"I'll have my uncle clear out all the laudanum in the house...Oh, Miss Yolanda."

Yolanda raised her eyes slightly, her voice even colder than usual: "I didn't harm the people of your empire."

As soon as these words came out.

Rose's eyebrows were about to stand up!

This woman——

This woman...

Damn it.

How could there be such a person?

how…

How could there be none?

The flame in her heart suddenly burned up and then went out in an instant.

The corners of his mouth drooped.

Anne had seen too many people like this when she was alive.

What is there to be angry about?

"We won't help you, Yolanda. This thing is more disgusting than a cult - don't you have any conscience? Don't you know what the consequences will be if this thing spreads?"

Halida glanced at Rose silently.

She had no feelings about balms, lunatics, addiction, or proliferation.

Whether it hurts people or not, who dies and who lives again - what does it have to do with her?

Before joining the tea party, Shandel had mentioned this issue. Now it seems that what the candidate saint said was absolutely right.

Lillian Rose Vansittart was different.

This young lady has an unrealistic sense of justice in her heart - even though she still steals money everywhere, breaks the law, and hurts all kinds of people.

An unrealistic and contradictory sense of justice.

Shandel often laughed at her in private.

"She is neither bad nor good. She is caught in the middle. If someone has to betray her one day, it will be her."

The silver eyes stared quietly at Rose's back.

Miss Rose...of...

justice?

She could never forget Rose's hearty laughter after stealing every foggy midnight.

—Will it affect Mr. Collins?

Halida thought about it and turned her attention to her master.

Roland was still reciting the ballad about the other door, and he was having a lot of fun reciting it.

"Leave my house, Yolanda. I will not take in someone like you - even if you are a pirate, or even if you kill people outright, I can give you more respect... Roland and I will not help you, nor will we protect a dirty and shameless money bag."

She blinked her slanted phoenix eyes and looked at the man who had the same hair color as her.

"Rose's words are my words, Miss Yolanda."

Roland didn't even turn his head, the emerald hairband at the end of his hair swinging back and forth.

“…Who hasn’t done bad things in their life?”

Yolanda quietly clenched her fists, her dark eyes flickering: "You just killed a pregnant woman."

Roland smiled.

"You're right. We may be killers, burners, thieves, torturers - any of these, or none of them.

Miss Yolanda.

Do you think that all the 'bad' and 'evil' people should be the same kind of people?

Those who kill should love to torture; those who torture should also love to burn; those who burn should love despair; those who spread despair should seek ultimate destruction.

Not really, Miss Yolanda.

Let me tell you.

Even though they are carnivores, there is a huge difference between lions and hyenas.

We are not on the same path.”

Rose punched hard!

"Exactly!"

"Even if I could steal from the poor and make them cry, it would be a hundred times better than this vile poison!"

Halida: ...

What's good about it?

Yolanda said nothing, but silently grabbed the corner of Roland's clothes and tugged gently.

"gentlemen."

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She frowned her two crescent-shaped eyebrows and took out a banknote from her pocket.

"I will leave."

She said.

"Please sell me a gun."

Roland blinked: "Are you going to find the seller yourself?"

The girl nodded slowly: "Thank you and the two ladies for your help... I plan to talk to him after the Queen's tour is over - Yoram Ben Bertrand, the seller I found out about, I heard that he has the best goods..."

Rose tilted her lips and said sarcastically: "Oh, now you dare to leave alone. I didn't see you so courageous when you took the money. Yolanda, Yolanda, you are dirtier than a rat, and more disgusting..."

Halida pulled her sleeve, but Rose pushed it away.

"I only hate people like you."

Rose became more and more anxious as she spoke, as if she had returned to the days when the Elephant Gang was united - at that time, no one would harm their own people.

Harm your own people.

Should be despised by everyone.

This was also the point she could not accept the most: if Yolanda did not know how terrible this poison was, and changed her mind in fear after experiencing Michelle Bonham, she might be willing to introduce some other channels to this girl -

For example, let her bring back some gumdrops, exquisite tin lighters, etc.

Harm your own people.

She is indeed a shameless businessman without any conscience (excluding herself and her old James).

"I should spit on you!"

Yolanda smiled. The sharp corners of her eyes under the cold moonlight suddenly lost the timidity of the day before.

She took the gun Roland handed over and slowly backed away.

Retreat into the night.

"For the love of..."

Rose couldn't hear her mumbling.

"Did she scold me? Did she scold me? She must be scolding me! Harley - let me go! Harida! I'm going to take her dick out of her pussy and hang it on the clothesline!!"

The furious thief was firmly "fixed" in place by Halida. There was nothing he could do. In terms of strength, the Iron Cavalry was naturally blessed.

Roland crossed his arms and quietly looked at the figure that melted into the darkness.

'You weren't this sharp when we first met.'

The woman holding the umbrella kissed his ear.

'Cherry.'

"Call me 'The Woman Who Died Tragic from Neglect', Roland."

Laughter surrounded him.

'It's because of me.'

"I told you that you shouldn't joke with him like this," Cherry turned around angrily and shouted at the woman whose face was blurred in the corner, "You lied to me again."

'It's not my fault.'

She skipped in front of Roland, put her hands behind her back, and tilted her head to look at him.

'Are you in a good mood?'

"Yes, Miss Nina. I met someone who speaks the same language as you."

'So what?'

'Do you want me to do that? ' Roland asked softly.

"Me?" Nina pointed at herself. "I am your memory and fantasy, little idiot. Listening to my advice is the same as following your own... Oh, you want to pass the buck! If you do something bad, you say you listened to me--"

She paused suddenly.

'are you sure?'

'certainly.'

"Impossible...right?"

'Just wait and see.'

A few steps away.

Halida touched Rose's hand gently.

"It happens all the time. You'll get used to it." Rose yawned and glanced at the man who was talking to the air. "Are you scared again?"

Halida shook her head and said nothing.

She looked at the man gesturing to the air with some sadness, watching him smile for a while, wink playfully, and turn his head to have a conversation with another non-existent person - they talked a lot, the topics were all over the place, and most of them were incomprehensible.

He has friends who will never be seen.

Just like she had some barking that would never be understood.

Roland...

Mr. Collins.

You and I are the same.

us…

They are all monsters.