The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 506 Ch.505 But It's Not You
Sally Hines was not a nice girl.

Her bookshelves are filled with excellent literature that opens her eyes to the real world.

For example: "The Princess and the Donkey Knight", "The Bumpy Diary of a Wanderer's Daughter", "The Nightingale's Red Scarf", and "The Farm, the Gem and the Lightning Horse".

In her opinion, these books are more "literary" than the "literature" described by those critics in the newspapers who quarreled and insulted each other all day long - what is the difference between that literature and the literature on her own bookshelf?
No one watched the former.

Many people watched the latter, but no one dared to talk about it in public.

That's why she disdains those people.

He is obviously shameless, but hypocritically claims to be morally noble.

'He held her in his arms as they rode on horseback, their bodies bouncing and their souls bouncing. They broke into the houses they passed by, drank water from their jars, and looked for bread from their wooden covers. He and she were like a pair of long-lived butterflies in the world, wandering like this, trembling with fear even when they were a hundred years old, and they never got tired of it.'

Sally Hines read the light pink book, her fingertips sliding across the smooth, expensive paper, sliding across the patterns that could not be shown in public - the painter's superb skills showed some details vividly to the young lady who was thirsty for knowledge.

"If it's a young master, there's no need. They are born knowing how to find a cave."

As Sally was thinking, she suddenly started to chuckle, not knowing who she was thinking of.

pat.

A stone hit her window frame.

Sally Hines' eyes lit up, and she immediately dropped the book and opened the window.

Outside the house built against the wall, a young man was waving at him and gesturing something.

'Come down!'

He said.

This is the secret code between Sally and her lover.

'Wait.'

Sally gestured.

She lifted her skirt, tiptoed to the door, and listened for half a minute.

Lock the door quietly.

He dug out a flexible ladder from the wooden box under the bed, which he had bought from somewhere: one end was stuck on the pipe, and the other end was thrown out of the window.

The second floor cannot control a "habitual offender".

She escaped quickly, climbed up the ladder to the ledge between the second and first floors, grinned, and jumped down.

Falling into the man's arms.

She was not in a hurry to get down. She put her arms around the man's neck and gave him a passionate kiss.

"We agreed on that yesterday!"

"…I'm busy." The man hesitated and put Sally down. "I'm a little busy."

"What's your business?"

"…little things."

Sally was dissatisfied and frowned as she was about to say something, but then she remembered that she was right in front of her home.

She took the man's hand and went to the other side.

"My father is crazy. He says I'm the one who caused him to lose his career... a lunatic who's out of touch with the times. I didn't do anything, Hans, you tell me, this whole thing is -"

The woman chirped.

The man in the gray fedora was distracted.

He walked for a while with his lover, then took her hand and led her to another road.

"where are we going?"

"…meet my friends."

"Oh, I mean, where are we going today? Horse racing? Or boxing? Are there any new things at the circus?" Sally was talking, and suddenly she remembered something: "Oh, your friend, Hans."

"what?"

"I mean, since we're all good friends, how about doing me a favor?"

She raised her head and said, "Someone has offended me. Just like you are collecting debts, help me beat her up."

Hans said nothing.

I just lowered my head and hurried on. "Slow down, I can't walk that fast!" Sally became more and more dissatisfied: "What happened to you today?"

Hans shook his head and said sullenly, "…Who do you want to beat up?"

"It should have been Tyler. The man with the pointy face. But..." Sally rolled her eyes.

Fortunately, she was not completely stupid and knew that she could not order a group of thugs to attack Randolph Taylor - as long as these boys were not stupid, they would never dare to do so.

"But I think there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Let me vent my anger first."

She said a name: "Lillian."

Hans glanced at her for no apparent reason, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Yes, I know you rarely attack women - but it's not completely unheard of. Didn't you pick up two girls last month?"

Sally is bossy, just like the princess in "The Princess and the Donkey Knight", but she is much better than the princess in that story - so, she can have one donkey knight, or five, or ten.

She hasn't thought about it yet.

"The girl's name seems to be Lillian Rose. Her last name may be Rose, or something else. It doesn't matter. You can send someone to ask around. The Gold Tooth Gang is very powerful - right?" She put her arm around the man and pushed herself into his arms.

"That woman is the mistress of the pointed-faced man, and she is also a weird person..."

Sally kept muttering, not noticing that her lover's face was becoming increasingly pale. This 'street hero' who dared to knock out people's teeth with a wrench, smash their finger bones with a hammer, and even drive nails into people's flesh, showed pure anxiety and fear for the first time.

The woman's words quickened his pace.

Walk through the narrow alley and arrive at the carriage that has been waiting for a long time.

"Looks like we're going to the circus today." As soon as Sally saw the carriage, she knew he was going to take her far away.

She likes watching the circus and enjoying the excitement.

Sally smiled, opened her arms, and praised: "A kiss as a reward? How about it?"

Hans was in no mood to flirt with her.

He opened the car door and helped the person up.

The driver was like a mute, only concerned with directions, and his sitting posture was also different from that of other drivers.

Sally thought that the knight was sent by the Gold Tooth Gang specifically for her, and was quite proud of it: "You can take care of more things now, right?"

She whispered to him.

"More people? Or casinos? Shops?"

In the carriage in late winter.

Hans wiped the sweat from his nose and face with his sleeve and forced a smile: "Maybe better, maybe worse."

Sally was puzzled: "What?"

"There are dedicated drivers and carriages, how could it be worse... Oh, this carriage is shared, right?" She looked around the carriage, rubbing her soft soles on the blanket, and became more and more certain: "This carriage must be shared... You wouldn't... steal it today, right?"

This is even more exciting.

Sally shifted her hips.

There is no place in the carriage that is not luxurious.

The hand-woven blanket that should have been used as a shawl was thickened and laid on the car floor for people to use as foot pads; the seats were soft and you could tell they were high-quality leather; the warmth of the car was the best she had ever seen - there was even a small bookshelf inside, and next to it was a glass and light green wine cabinet, and an empty long cabinet with low legs that had not been put in it.

"Do you know what that is?"

Sally pointed to the empty lowboard and asked her lover.

Then, without waiting for his answer, she showed off her knowledge: "Cigar cabinet. It's used to store cigars. There's a little trick inside - but the owner of this car hasn't had time to install it yet. Otherwise, we could try one secretly..."

The carriage drove into a small manor.

By the time Sally found out, she couldn't go anywhere.

“…Get out of the car, Sally.”

Looking at the panicked woman, Hans wanted to tell her that there was no donkey rider in the world...

Although there really is a princess.

But not her.

(End of this chapter)