The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 182 Ch.181 Who Hates Himself
Roland would wait until it was dark, until night fell, until most people were awake and closed their eyes. Then, he would find a legitimate reason to go around.

However, as soon as it got dark, the 'box' behind him was occupied.

This would have been normal.

But he heard a...

"Woof—"

Roland: ...

He turned around slowly, exerted some strength with his waist, and moved one eye out of the box.

In another box.

A pair of pale silver eyes that revealed helplessness and panic were staring at him.

The woman had stuffed her mouth with a cloth ball early on, and then found a strip of cloth to wrap around the back of her head and her face several times - but the uncontrollable sound still muffled into Roland's ears, which were less than half an arm away from her.

What's more, the annoying guy in sight didn't rest either.

“Woof!”
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To shut up.

"You're not going to..."
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I don't have any plans, good night.

Roland smiled at her, lay back in the box and closed his eyes.

Soon, it became completely dark.

There is no oil lamp here, let alone advanced lighting methods.

Snoring sounds came one after another in the darkness, and sometimes someone tossed and turned in a creaking coffin, and then was scolded by the "neighbor" who could no longer bear it.

Even fistfights.

Then the two people would be pulled out by their collars by several strong men.

Some of them got up from their coffins and left carefully.

Or, those who have just bought tickets from outside can find an empty seat in the dark and lie down gently - if they find an empty seat, the person who just bought the ticket will apologize quietly, and the person in the coffin will not take it too seriously.

This place is like a temporary, isolated little world.

There are also some unbearable sounds, which I won’t describe in detail.

Everyone has run.

'Woof.'

Roland heard it again.

The coffin beside me creaked.

She probably covered her mouth immediately and stuffed the cloth ball inside.

The next 'woof' was much lighter.

Time passes slowly.

Roland sat up quietly.

He tiptoed past the coffins and walked towards the entrance: there was a wooden bed and a man was holding a cigarette, puffing away in the dark.

Roland deliberately made some noises to make him alertly lift the quilt and look over.

Before Roland could speak, he raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction skillfully.

"Keep your voice down."

This action has been done too many times.

Roland nodded and tiptoed out of the entrance.

After turning the corner, I turned and went in the other direction - the only place here where no tickets were sold.

There is no one guarding it.

Several pieces of the original brick wall were knocked down, and nails were hammered in to install a weird iron fence - in the moonlight, one could see the crooked tombstones inside the fence.

This is the cemetery.

It seems that the owner of this land was worried about being in trouble with a certain organization, and was unwilling to "donate" gold pounds as a ransom for the sin of moving or destroying the cemetery. He simply added an iron fence to this small area and left it there dryly.

Maybe there are other reasons.

Roland leaned on the iron railing and roughly counted the number of tombstones.
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Close to thirty pieces... It's impossible to dig secretly without being discovered.

"Have you figured out what to do?"
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Um...son looking for father. How's that?
"What?"
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From today on, my name is Roland Williams.
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I will take my father's body with me.

"Tallis Collins is going to jump out of his coffin."
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He had already been broken into pieces.
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I saw it with my own eyes.

"Prepare a fake identity?"
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Spend some money paying these little hooligans, and I promise, I won’t even have to do the digging myself.

"…That's not a problem. When are you going to do it?"

Roland said nothing, waited for a while, and then went back in the dark.

A night of total silence.

From time to time, there was a creaking sound beside me.

Halida was not sleeping soundly.

When Roland came back, her black hair was disheveled, the cloth behind her head had been torn open by herself in her sleep, and the cloth in her mouth was half hanging down at the corner of her mouth.

creak.

The tip of her shoe pressed against the wooden board and twisted the nail. The noise made her open her eyes quickly and look around.

She couldn't see the blurry figure standing in the darkness, but she felt like something was missing in her mouth.

Then, her left cheek suddenly lifted up.

"Woof——!"

The pieces of flesh pressed against each other, and the twitching almost caused the head to tilt to the left for a few moments.

A loud cry cut through the darkness.

Someone was startled awake from his sleep, and the man at the entrance also looked over in the direction of the sound.

Then, there was the second sound that couldn't be stopped.

"Woof——!"

She was terrified, covered her mouth tightly, and stood up to look for the strip of cloth. In the darkness, Roland saw that the strip of cloth was hanging diagonally on her arm, clamped by her forearm, and then, when it was stretched out, it fell outside the coffin.

So, nothing was gained.

"Woof—"

There was a commotion all around.

Someone began to curse in a low voice. Roland thought for a moment, stood up, picked up the cloth, and grabbed her wrist.

He felt her tremble and subconsciously pulled his hand back - with great force.

Until Roland whispered something, pulled her, and pressed the cloth strip hard into her palm.

She slowly calmed down.

Tuck in the strips and tie them tight.

After a moment of calm, Halida leaned forward slightly, her light silver eyes seeming to try to distinguish Roland's appearance in the darkness.

Roland then moved closer to the center of the two coffins until she could see him clearly.

"Good night."

He said.

Lie back in the coffin.

A night of silence.

…………

……

Roland waited until daybreak before getting up.

The girl next to him had a frown on her face, her arms crossed over her chest, her knees pressed against the wooden board, and she curled up like a fetus.

It's just that her body is soft.

Most people can't make such a narrow coffin.

Roland glanced at her mouth which had been wrapped several more times, then turned and left.

He was in a hurry and had to continue his carriage ride to a certain place.

This was also the arrangement he made after checking the schedule.

On the south bank of the Thames, pay the toll and cross the bridge.

A famous place that was recently built.

Waterloo Station.

——The strips of metal built by humans here will spread rapidly like blood vessels in the future and spread across the country.

They pass through cities and wilderness, and they represent the future.

It was Wrench who reminded Roland.

Perhaps here he could get some ritual.

The train shed was shabby and shabby.

It was nine hundred feet long, one hundred and fifteen feet wide, and eighty feet high. Its bones were exposed, and the roof was covered only with a dirty, simple cloth. No matter how you looked at it, it felt perfunctory and hasty, and not like the "new era creation" that Roland had expected.

Oh, if you must say, the hundred-foot-tall clock tower next to the station is the only decoration.

It’s a bit…

shabby.

How come this big machine of the new era has such a sloppy "home"?

"I think you don't know that the railway company is invested, built and operated by private capital."
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Private, private, what book...? -
I think I heard Randolph say that.
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Call, invest, right?

"invest."
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Come on, tell me about it.

"..."

Facing the morning sunshine, Roland strolled in the thick fog.

"Gawain, take off your armor. I want to see what you are wearing underneath."

He hummed the song he had heard from Nina and walked briskly.

"…At least you took my advice and called it Gawain."

"I should be happy."
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Hurry up. What does private copy mean?

"You are such an annoyance."

"That's right. Look - if you have enough money, you can also pay for the construction of the railway. The profits from the operation of the railway in the future will be shared with you according to the investment ratio."

“That’s it in a nutshell.”

Roland thought about it.

Oh, that's fair. If you pay, you should get something in return...

and many more.
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wrench.

"what."
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Then won’t the rich become richer?

"certainly."
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I hate rich people.

"Because you are poor. When you become rich, will you still hate them?"

Roland thought Wrench's question was meaningless.
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Who would hate themselves?

"Who knows."

Roland shook his head and looked forward.
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I don't know who you mean, but if I had money, I would buy a big house.

"Then what."
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What else do I want? I want Yam and my uncle to live here, live comfortably every day, and even have some pets...

"Like bats, cakes, America and stuff."

Roland: ...

"I've always been curious, you have the thousand pounds that Cherry left you, but you never planned to do anything with it?"
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Of course I have plans.

"I want to listen."
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It’s a long story, wrench.

"To make a long story short, Roland."
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I won’t say any more short words.

"OK."
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bye.

puff.

Roland still couldn't help laughing.

"…You blind idiot."

The flames condensed into a human hand.

Then, she raised her longest finger to him.

(End of this chapter)