The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 536 Ch.535 Some Past VI

The dazed girl waded in the water.

The joking voice of Mr. Jack Black echoed in her ears - Halida couldn't tell whether it was a joke or some rare, golden bean-like compassion among the weeds.

He said.

'Your brother didn't have to spend a penny.'

'Do you know what Dover powder is?'

He said.

'A baby who has been fed Dover powder for six months - you shouldn't have any hope of raising him, kid... Of course, I have to be serious: he is in good health.'

'Just a stupid brain.'

As he said this, there were bursts of scratching sounds in the room.

So he whistled.

A brown puppy came out of the house with its tail twirling.

puppy.

The hair is very long.

Like a full face of 'beard' - very similar to Jack Black.

To Halida's surprise, the whistle seemed to wake up more sleeping creatures.

Soon, powerful propellers filled the area around her feet, whipping her ankles and calves, which were covered in feces and urine.

'Hey! I bought some milk you filthy bastards!'

However, Halida was only immersed in his cold words.

'Are you out of your mind?'

"You don't want me to tell you what a fool is, do you?" Jack Black pointed to the lamb-like spaniel with white curls all over its face - it was licking the dirt off Halida's legs persistently, no matter how hard she tried to hide.

'That's called being stupid.'

Jack Black scoffed: "Your brother will look like this when he grows up - although I want to give you more hope. But kid, he won't grow up. He will soon be unable to eat, and after a while, you will find that he stinks. "

'The stench is unbearable, and my stomach is swollen like I'm pregnant.'

'If you cut it with a knife...'

So much for Jack Black.

He couldn't help everyone who was suffering.

Although he had talked to Halida for a few words and could see that the girl had been deceived by one or several bastards who deserved to go to hell - but what did it have to do with him?

And the one who caused all this was this "great and glorious" country, and the small group of people in this "great and glorious" country who were truly "great and glorious" - not these muddy toes who praised it all the time and praised it more times every day than they prayed to the Father of All.

It's not his problem.

"Woof!" Halida couldn't control her face twitching.

"Woof!" Several propellers swung faster, and their big black eyes looked at each other, as if saying, "Look! Big friend!"

Blake smiled, then sighed again: 'Go away, girl. I can't help you.'

He said.

'You can continue to spend money on a few packets of Dover powder to feed him, or you can choose not to do so. I warn you: if you want to make him suffer less...'

Blake squatted on the ground and pulled out a basin.

I drank half of the bottle of milk myself, and then poured the rest in.

'Just put an end to his suffering early.'

That's it.

Halida's mind was in a trance. She seemed to bow to the man with the dog - or not.

It seemed like there had been a cry - or not.

It seemed as if he had gone mad in the street, stuttering, sobbing, and barking—or not.

She didn't know what mistake she had made, and she hoped that the five shillings would give her an answer, give her hope, and then raise her brother quickly.

That was my mother's last request.

The girl gently stroked the swaddling clothes, put her fingers inside, and touched a cold "iron chain" - that was the only thing her mother left for her and her brother.

A worthless, rusty iron chain and a small pendant wrapped in iron sheet.

Like the jewels on a pearl necklace, this one just isn't as valuable:

It was tied around her brother's neck when her mother was about to cry to death when she and her brother were 'bought'.

Father is dead.

The mother was unable to keep her two children alive.

What else can she do?

She couldn't even survive herself.

Halida sympathized with her mother and loved her deeply, just as she loved herself.

'Mother…'

The girl recalled her mother's face covered with tears and hideousness several years ago.

When she left, she opened her mouth and screamed, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

But Halida thought.

It should be "Live well", "My children, I can't bear to leave you", or "Take good care of your brother." But mother.

I seemed to have made my brother stupid with my own hands.

Halida looked blank.

She dared not resent Mason Lyle or Isaac Brown.

Just like she never dared to resent the members of the group who often stole her things, her sharp-tongued Bodepon, her Mr. Sulley who always got drunk and pushed her, and Mr. Formance who teased her about being cursed.

She didn't even dare to hate this world, for fear that the 'world' would grow a nose, eyes and a mouth, raise its big hand high and slap her hard.

'Look at your courage! It's not even as big as a mouse's heart!'

Bodaipon often said this.

Halida fears many things.

So much so that she was holding her brother on the way back, and she began to feel fear again:
Where will my brother be thrown?
What about her?

Will my mother hate me?

If I lived and my brother died, would she be happy that I survived?
Will Mr. Collins be angry because I didn't tell him about this?

Will Sister Bodelli be angry because I can't pay back the money?

If I begged Mr. Mason Lyle, would he be willing to pay for another doctor to see my brother?

Halida had seen an animal in the village where she used to live.

A rat covered with thorns.

She likes them.

——If she had a thorn like that, would everything be safe?
But Halida thought again.

Even though the rats were covered with thorns, the uncles caught them, skinned them, and roasted them over the fire until they were crispy.

What's the use of thorns?

She obeyed them, obeyed the world, and barely survived to this day.

obedience.

This is a better way than having thorns all over your body.

Her unique skill.

Curl up, submit, and make yourself insignificant.

Perhaps the wild animals would have walked past her with their heads held high.

Halida stroked the necklace in her cradle, feeling uneasy.

younger brother…

Did Mr. Mason Lyle know what would happen if he used Dover powder?
The voice in her head told her:
He knew it all along, Halida. He let you feed your own stupid brother with your own hands.

Feeding with your own hands is stupid.

How could he not know that his friend Isaac Brown was a doctor?
Halida...

Halida twisted her head stiffly, shaking the sounds out of her head and letting them flow out of her ears without leaving any moisture.

She was horrified that she would think this way.

Halida!
how dare you!
She almost rubbed her brother into her own flesh and blood and gave him half of her head.

She had no idea what she was afraid of; it was not something tangible or defined or definable.

She should hold her brother in her arms, go to the front of the tent and yell at the gray-haired man like crazy, saying 'What did you do to my brother! '

We should mock him like Bodaipon: "Oh, with this little food, why don't you treat yourself like a mouse?"

But maybe Halle and Lydia could do it.

Halida can't.

'Weak and incompetent.'

Halida shook her head again.

maybe…

Perhaps Mr. Mason Lyle has no idea what this drug does...

Correct.

He didn't know.

He is not a doctor, and his doctor friend might have forgotten to mention it.

He hoped that my brother would become better and healthier, learn to cry and make noises, and when he grew up, he could also become a part of the circus and work hard for our common family.

is not it?
Mr. Mason Lyle was a good man, though stingy.

If he knew there was something wrong with the medicine, he would never do this - otherwise why would he buy my brother and me from the dealer?

He must have seen us suffer and couldn't bear it, and he just happened to have some money in his pocket...

Halida thought so.

suddenly.

Her uneasy heart settled down.

She was happy again.

(End of this chapter)