The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 494 Ch.493 Polite Wells

Everyone in the East Side neighborhood of Hanleyton knows it.

There is a madman living in the rental room number 16.

He is not a crazy person in the traditional sense who would cause harm to anyone.

To the women, Mr. John Wells could even be considered a 'gentleman' - before the sun rose, the men swarmed away like ants leaving their nests, while the women gathered in twos and threes, wrapped in cotton clothes, and talked in their nasal voices about the interesting things that had happened recently.

Generally speaking, the people who get together are older women.

The young, newly married ones would prepare breakfast for their husbands and see them off, then go back to their rooms and sleep until lunchtime.

——These young newlyweds still have expectations for life, and they don’t know how cold and damp the long, boring and dull life is, so that they need to rely on each other, rub each other’s skin with their rough big hands, and survive on the weak temperature generated.

The new wife didn't know.

Therefore, most of the people chatting in the morning mist are elderly.

There are older ones too.

They encourage and warm each other, but also secretly compete and ridicule each other.

Generally speaking, the topic revolves around men, bed, career and the future.

Keep it simple.

the man.

Someone's man looks strong, but is actually not (usually when such words are said, the man's wife is never present).

Someone's man won the favor of his boss, someone's family bought new furniture and made a lot of money.

Whose man got who pregnant, whose child is not as pretty as a *eye (maybe even more vulgar than this)——

These fragmented, elastic beans were enough for them to chew for half the morning. Then, when they were tired of eating, they dispersed like a group of hyenas without blood, flesh, intestines and feces, and went back to their respective homes. At this time, the newlywed wives had just got up.

They ignored the gossipy old ladies' sarcasm of "lazy ghosts", combed their pretty lazy faces while sleeping, walked around the door (to avoid gossip), and smiled at the neighbors who came out to empty the toilet.

He went into the room, closed the door, and didn't come out for the whole day.

but.

When Mr. John Wells became famous.

These women, whether newly married or not, gathered together every morning - to some extent, it can be said that it was Mr. John Wells who helped these newly married ladies get along with their neighbors.

He has made contributions.

They discussed the cause of his "illness", speculated about his past, made up stories and passed them on with the words "I didn't mean any harm, I was just saying it casually".

This undoubtedly casts a shroud of mystery over Mr. Wells' past.

But Mr. Wells knew nothing of this.

He gets up early every morning.

He used a softened and soaked milk carton that had been squeezed into strips to grind his teeth, and chewed the long and thin leaves that he didn't know what to call - he called it Miss Mint, but the leaves didn't answer.

Maybe he called the wrong person.

He was wearing a smock that was leaking air everywhere, an old coat with black quilting revealing it, old washed cloth trousers that were longer on one leg than the other, a thin linen rope as a belt, and big-toed shoes with the leather kicked off.

He would eat a few small cakes running around, open the door, and greet his neighbors on the street.

In this new day, we should thank the Father of all things for his grace, which allows the lambs on earth to bathe in the light of hope.

"Good day, ladies."

He did this every day, and the women got used to it - he had to praise these lowly people, these lowly people who were shallow-minded, confined to a corner all day long, and had no idea what society was really like.

He should praise them sincerely.

Because they did not make a fuss like other poor people, as if a "good day" was as surprising as the arrival of the father of all things: John Wells understood that these people had never seen anyone as rich and polite as themselves, and they would hardly be able to greet him warmly or have a brief conversation with someone like him in their entire lives.

He understood, so he praised them sincerely.

These women are quite knowledgeable. He adjusted his tie, stood up straight, and then bowed his head to touch the buttons of his suit politely.

The women burst into laughter.

The young wives were very curious and asked the older ones in a low voice.

"What is he talking about?"

"A bow tie, obviously."

The young wife suppressed a laugh: "But he didn't have a bow tie or a shirt on."

The old woman rolled her eyes at her: "Why else would you be crazy?"

The women's murmurs ruined old Wells's mood. He thought it was really impolite - when a gentleman greets you, you'd better turn around and respond face to face.

"Why would I expect this?"

muttered old Wells.

"Of course they don't have such courtesy..."

He took out a 'yellow' handkerchief from his pocket, touched the corner of his mouth with it modestly, and raised his head slightly.

"Hello, ladies. It's a fine day today. I think spring is coming."

What kind of bullshit is this?

The women laughed even more happily - instead of sleeping until noon, newly married women would rather pay the price of a little sleep, witness interesting things with their own eyes, and then tell their husbands about them when they come home at night after work.

"Yes, sir, spring is coming." The newlywed woman was obviously a little more knowledgeable than other women, and she had learned some tricks from her husband - how to talk to respectable and important people.

So she broke her daily routine, jumped out, and was the first to answer.

This surprised not only the women who were in groups of two or three, but also Wells.

"…Oh, yes, yes, of course." He placed his palm on his lower abdomen and nodded. "I know you, ma'am. You moved here three days ago, right?"

The newlywed wife curled her lips.

It was twelve days ago.

"…I'm sorry I'm too busy with business and don't have time to attend your wedding." He brushed his sleeves and lowered his mouth, demonstrating to everyone a noble temperament that only comes from blood or holds the golden color. "It would have been better if you had informed me in advance."

He said regretfully.

"I will give you my most sincere blessings."

This newly married lady was obviously not a kind person. Perhaps she had already felt a little bit of the coldness in life.

So she found a pleasure and was willing to risk the punishment of the Father of All to make it last a little longer.

such as.

Ask questions.

"My goodness! I missed your congratulations!" She crudely imitated the actions she had heard of a true lady, shrugging her shoulders in a completely different way and waving her arms like a piece of meat waving in the wind. "You will come in a carriage, right?"

Wells leaned back a little and frowned, "Yes, yes, of course. With all due respect, a real lady shouldn't behave like this."

The new wife smiled and said, "I suppose you have seen what that must be like—you have a carriage."

Wells didn't think there was anything to say.

A carriage? A silent, custom-made carriage, and a driver—

These are not worth mentioning.

"Of course I do."

He said.

The woman stared at him with her already bulging, frog-like eyes and turned her head exaggeratedly: "Where is it, sir?"

(End of this chapter)