The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 427 Ch.426 Instigation
Dead stone sculpture.

It is a stone sculpture, but also a person.

Only then did Rose finally understand why the miners did not deliberately collect the scattered white ore in the cave - that was not what Street wanted at all.

They don't want mines.

People who want to mine.

These workers, who are shirtless and barefoot, working in the deep wells with oil lamps in hand, are the real "white mines" - the raw materials do not need to be picked out from the dirty coal pile, pinched out, and put into their pockets.

Just send people in to mine.

Soon, 'people' became 'mines'.

Rose witnessed it.

Several workers shouted slogans as they carried the hideous-looking "stone sculpture", placed it in a huge concave stone mortar, and smashed it in half with a sledgehammer: the outlines of the internal organs in the abdomen were clearly visible, but they were quickly turned into powder under one hammer after another.

These workers with hammers had no mercy. They knew it, or they didn't - knowing it or not, perhaps it didn't stop them from smashing the stone-carved corpses with hammers, grinding the particles into fine particles with large mills, and carefully collecting these maddening "corpse fragments" with brushes.

This is a great material for building houses and even mixing into sawdust bread.

They were not allowed to smoke, so they chewed rice cakes dipped in some seasoning over and over again, occasionally joking with their co-workers about women and the country. Their sweat drops fell into the powder, making pits.

“We are eating people.”

Peggy's face was calm, she leaned against the wall and uttered these words quietly.

“We are eating people.”

she says.

"Ince Town, this mining town is eating people."

Rose stared at the scene behind the glass in silence.

Kingsley felt cold all over.

He had never seen a world like this.

New, brand new, a hell that cannot be described in words, but seen through the eyes.

"They believed me, so they always thought that their illness would be cured and they would get better. They were arranged to go to a mining town farther away. They became healthy before they died, met their friends, said goodbye to them, and said they would be back in less than seven or eight years..."

Paige covered her face, slowly slid down the wall and squatted down.

“…I can’t believe I’ve harmed so many people.”

Rose came up to her, knelt down too, and put her arms around her.

The crying girl is trembling.

"If you don't, it will be worse, right?" Rose asked softly.

"…If I don't do this, he said, he would come to town to arrest me." Peggy clenched her fists tightly and suddenly looked up. The hatred in her eyes almost melted Rose's face: "He wants to conduct some 'research' - the so-called 'white ore', saying that it can give the world a better future..."

"I don't need any future, Miss Shelley."

"I only hope that the miners die in the mines, where they should die - not from this disease, and not be crushed by us, mixed into bricks and mud, mixed into bread... or even more things that I can't imagine..."

“That’s horrible…”

"The Streeters shouldn't treat the people of this land this way."

To Kingsley's surprise.

Paige Streeter suffered for only a few seconds before she broke free from her vulnerability and turned fierce.

"I am also the heir of Street. I cannot watch him destroy the glory of the Street family and corrupt the people in this town who once supported us."

Roland suddenly spoke:
"how do you want to do it."

This was the question Peggy asked him yesterday. Now, he returned and asked Peggy Streeter again.

What do you want to do?
"I need to tell him! He can't do this!"

"You didn't answer my question." Roland shook his head: "What are you going to do, Miss Streeter."

A well-educated lady couldn't figure out what to do - the most vicious thing Peggy could think of to make her brother submit was: "Parade."

she says.

"People love me, and I'll give them new hope—we'll go down the streets and through the alleys! We'll go to the Streeter mansion and show him our power—"

"I advise you not to do that, Cinder." Before she finished speaking, Rose interrupted with a sneer: "It's useless, believe me."

The elephant gang's parade only resulted in countless blooming blood flowers.

Nothing at all.

Those hypocritical and unprogressive bills will not be disturbed by the will of these tiny ants at all.

The passage of a bill will inevitably affect the interests of all parties.

The interests of the country eventually trickle down to the interests of the individual;

The interests of the citizens eventually trickle down to the interests of the individual;

War, trade, friendship or hostility between countries, support or opposition to a certain law.

Everything will trickle down to the interests of someone, or a camp or party.

——When we want women to go into factories, it's not for so-called 'freedom': we just need them.

There are not enough men, we need them to create more additional benefits for us.

——When we are preparing to ban prostitution, it is not to forgive women's innate sins and keep them away from the pain of being abused and ravaged.

Because we don't run a brothel, we don't have to consider the complicated taxes and deal with greedy patrolmen, or pay the numerous, invisible "protection" and "cleaning" fees.

We need to leave them with nowhere to go.

There was no way to retreat. All I could do was grab the clothes I had taken off, put on my work clothes, and walk into the factory.

Our new industries, different kinds of jobs, the same invisible cage.

Rose didn't understand this.

But she was absolutely clear that some people could not be trusted - Anne's experience and the education she received in the Shelley family these days told her:
The powerless demonstration is just an absurd farce in the eyes of the bigwigs.

They were afraid of real rebellion, afraid that hammers and scimitars would suddenly appear from the raised hands.

If Henry Streeter had been really smart, he would have forbidden the miners to hold large gatherings and be invited by his own sister.

He hasn't noticed it yet, or he has already noticed it, but still arrogantly thinks that it's not a big deal.

It's a good opportunity.

"You should be more powerful."

She stood up and looked down at the girl whose tears were still on her face.

Peggy Streeter had ideals and firm goals - she just lacked a little experience and the courage to fight for it.

"Why not overthrow your brother, Street." She encouraged her, told her, seduced her, and did what was prophesied or divined - she would bring new life, a different Street, a revitalized Innstown.

I also hope that the tragedy on the streets of London will never happen again.

Not this time.

"You should really rebel, lead your followers to the streets in droves, and use swords, muskets, hammers and sharp shovels to tell your brother: Who has the final say in this town now?"

These words stunned Peggy.

she…

How could she do that?

"That's not legal!"

"How could you give me such a suggestion?!"

The girl shouted softly, glanced at the glass window vigilantly, and turned away.

(End of this chapter)