The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 495 Ch.494 A New Soul

John Wells certainly didn't have a carriage.

If he really had one, even if he was crazy, these women would greet him politely and perform the inappropriate etiquette obediently like livestock that go to the factory on time every day to make money for their masters, and then find an opportunity to show off in front of his relatives.

Assuming he does.

Even if you are lame, or have lost both legs, lost an arm, have deformed facial features, have only a few teeth left, drool when you speak, stutter, and burp like a fart -

even if.

Even if he was a monkey named 'John Wells'.

But if there is no 'even if'.

Well, you can’t ask the ladies to give him that treatment.

Because they can tolerate monkeys, but they really can't tolerate a person with wrinkles on his face.

"And your carriage?"

The newlywed woman had a shrill voice, as aggressive as her appearance - the other women covered their mouths and giggled.

They don't have the courage to provoke a madman, but they still have the courage to laugh at him.

"carriage…"

Wells hesitated: "My Ross is out on business."

"Your Ross?"

"My Ross." Wells nodded, his face heavy. "My driver. I've recently arranged for him to run business, but it's really tiring for my lovely old dog."

The newlywed wife asked again: "What business?"

"A little ore business."

"You mean the mines?"

"No, ore."

He corrected and emphasized it again and again.

The so-called ore is different from a mine. A mine contains ore, while ore is mined from a mine.

You can't say that ore represents the mine, but the mine can represent the ore.

The other women were emboldened by the repetitive, meaningless explanations.

A sturdy man, who was familiar with the newlywed woman, came up with a playful smile, took her arm and joined in the interesting conversation.

"You are very rich then."

"I can't say I'm rich, ma'am. I have just enough to live a normal life."

The thick-waisted woman was 'shocked': "This is not an ordinary life, sir! It's much better than ours!"

Wells lowered his chin proudly, stroking the non-existent cane in his palm, and responded with a soft "hmm" from his throat.

This made them laugh even more happily.

"Tell us quickly! Tell us in detail!" the thick-waisted woman urged, "What is the life of rich people like?"

Wells sighed: "An ordinary life, that's all, ma'am. I just live an ordinary life - drink a cup of coffee from overseas every morning, eat with servants, read newspapers, greet the horses, and go to the yard to admire the gardener's masterpiece."

"More fish for lunch, less beef."

“Walk around the flowerbeds and take a nap on the lounge chairs.”

"I woke up in the afternoon and was invited by a friend to go to the salon to talk about the past and the present with those little guys who were playing with art and sparks of the soul. I spent a few dollars to collect their hard work—"

"After dinner, I would lie in front of the fireplace, covered with a blanket, looking through some projects that begged me to invest, and occasionally replying to young people who asked me for help. Of course, there were also some admirers, ladies who secretly loved me and pursued me..."

"That's all."

“I live a normal life.”

After he finished speaking, he smacked his lips, as if savoring the cup of coffee he had before going out today.

The women were almost laughing.

"Yes, yes, yes, hahahaha..." The thick-waisted woman hooked her arm around her newlywed friend and laughed so hard that she shook: "Yes, sir! You are living such a good life! I envy you so much!"

Wells waved his hand modestly.

"And your wife?"

"Wife?" He shook his head. "I only have a lover, ma'am. My lover has my child, so it's not convenient for her to come out. I can't bear that outcome, so I won't let her take any risks."

The thick-waisted woman teased, "I've heard different."

"What's different?"

"Don't you know?" She was considered a well-informed person in the neighborhood. Her husband was a bartender and her son ran errands for the Gold Teeth Gang. It could be said that she was very well-connected among the poor. "I have heard of something different."

She lowered her voice - loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.

"A different answer." She said mysteriously, "I heard that you don't have a carriage or a big house."

This immediately angered old Wells!

"nonsense!"

"I'm not kidding," the woman said with a smile, saying that her son had witnessed his 'crazy' behavior one day: wandering around the West End like a tramp, even with stray dogs wandering around (sorry, there shouldn't be stray dogs in the West End).

then.

He also attempted to break into a house.

He was severely beaten by the landlord's servant.

"When you were wailing on the ground, my son happened to come out of the tobacco shop across the street - sir."

This time Wells was as anxious as a lovable monkey.

He scratched his head and made a ridiculous defense like a politician who was about to lose power: "That's my house!"

He yelled.

"My servants! My lovers! My children! They all live in there!"

"Oh, then why don't you?" the thick-waisted woman asked back with a smile.

The newly married woman pulled her friend aside, thinking that there was no need to argue with a madman.

"I...I...I haven't had time to move in yet!" Wells was at a loss, as if everything around him began to become distant and insignificant.

Many voices were laughing, laughter was everywhere.

"I have a carriage! I have servants! I have children! I have money! I have a business!" He spurted out words one by one, mixed with saliva as foul-smelling as a sewer: "There's a girl! She helped me! She's from the church!" These words made the laughter pause for a few seconds.

then.

It pierced with a sneer.

"Oh, we know, sir. We all heard it." A woman in the crowd muttered, "...you were scolded by the pastor of the church and were almost arrested..."

Everyone in Hanleyton Street knew about this.

This old lunatic tried to deceive the pastor by saying that he knew a girl who owed him a favor and hoped she could repay him - crazy talk.

"That's her! She owes me a favor!"

Old Wells yelled at the top of his lungs, "She just forgot! She doesn't remember who I am! I need to remind her! When she was a child, she ate the candy I gave her!"

The women all backed away.

"Yes, sir, she remembers you..." The newlywed woman tugged at her thick-waisted friend and said to comfort him: "She remembers you and will repay your kindness sooner or later..."

One woman just muttered "It was just a dream" but was immediately stopped by the others.

They've had enough fun, and they don't want to really anger a madman.

Who knows what he will do.

"Yes... yes, look! She said that the girl remembered me!"

The other women nodded and said yes.

"Yes, yes, she remembers you, old sir."

Wells exhaled, his cheeks twitching nervously: "She remembers me..."

he murmured.

"She remembers..."

He said.

“My children are waiting for me to come back…”

That was definitely not a dream.

He turned around silently, swaying, and staggering in the mud puddles of varying depths, heading towards the west district that was deepest in his memory.

That house.

Inside were his coachman, his servant, and his lover.

His children, his comfortable and leisurely life, his business, his future...

And the woman who should repay the favor.

She would remember soon.

Definitely not a dream.

Everything is true!
He deserves everything!
"I'm going to redecorate the living room, and I've already thought of a name for my baby..."

"Tobacco, and tobacco..."

"Where are the bank notes..."

"My newly hired chef has prepared a surprise..."

"correct!"

He staggered and talked as he walked.

From mumbling to yelling.

The sound is getting louder and louder.

The people around avoided this old ship that was rushing around with its sails broken and had no destination, just like water dividing the water.

"That's right! That's right! That's absolutely right!"

He sang loudly. This happy life burned his brain like a branding iron, making him chase the sun and smell the burning hope in the sunlight.

A few newsboys ran by carrying cloth bags.

They spit on him and pelted him with stones.

"Crazy poor bastard!"

The children shouted, laughed at him, and teased him.

"I'm not a poor guy!" Old Wells argued in a deep voice.

A boy who was unfamiliar with the area stopped and asked, "Do you have money?"
Old Wells said of course he had, and that he had more than enough to spend.

So he held out his hand: "Buy a newspaper, sir!"

He promotes.

But the next moment, the old man bent down, held his hand and shook it.

"Yes, son. When I get home. When I finish my dinner. When I sit by the fire and drink tea. When I have read over the other items."

He patted the thin shoulder of the bewildered newsboy and took out his pocket watch to look at it.

"I am very happy to support promising young people. Son, I will consider it, but you have to give an old man enough time - right?"

He was in a good mood, and even felt a little younger after seeing such a motivated young man.

"There's a lot of money to be made in the newspaper business!"

He praised the confused newsboy, stood up triumphantly, and as he moved forward, he began to mutter something about the newspaper office to himself, becoming more and more excited, which was creepy.

John Wells left the newsboy behind and staggered away into the thick fog of late winter.

He couldn't stop expressing himself passionately and gave a solitary speech with great devotion.

He taught the fogs and had them send these all over London.

He thought of his business, his old age as warm as a fire, his body that no longer ached, his lover as strong as a mare with a thick back and big feet, the one who repaid his kindness and pleased him, and his child who would surely be excellent in the future.

When he thought of these happiness, he couldn't help but shout, wanting everyone to hear his shameful and trembling shout!

He wanted to open his arms and, as the sour heat flowed through his thighs, calves and ankles, announce to all directions that he was ready to welcome the oncoming happiness!
"Everyone! Please greet happiness!"

He spoke with great force.

"And this thrilling, great era!"

(End of this chapter)