The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 537 Ch.536 The Decision of the Two-Headed Sisters (Part )

"So, that fancy bastard got your brother killed?"

The Baudry sisters' tent was larger than most members'—first, they counted as two people (although Mason Lyle had argued that), and second, they were tall enough.

At sunset, the Baudelli sisters were helping to move cabinets, and coincidentally "intercepted" this confused and lifeless girl at the door.

They took her back to the tent and questioned her.

Bodaipon said that she was after the five shillings she had lent out and didn't want the money to be lost for no apparent reason. Bodaily, as her elder sister, just glanced at her and said nothing.

then.

The two-headed sisters heard the most terrifying story they had ever heard in their lives.

——They thought it was disgusting enough that their mother reported them to the Holy Cross as "monsters".

did not expect.

"That bastard!" Bodaipon's eyes were blazing with anger. "How dare he do this! A man who has no eyes but uses his mouth to mate with a dog! Damn it! We have to find the police! Let the blacks take him to the cell!"

When it comes to swearing, Bodaipon is definitely frank, bold, humorous and witty.

This evaluation was firmly placed in Pordepon's head by Halida. Unless she got to know a woman named Lillian Rose Vansittart better in the future, Pordepon would always be number one.

But this time, Bodaipon was not so 'clever'.

Even Halida knew it, there was no way she didn't know it.

This is just a temper tantrum.

So soon, she gasped and gave up the suggestion she had made herself, just like giving up spit: call the police.

Because the ending is that Mason Lyle was taken away for questioning, but it is hard to say where the two sisters, who are monsters, and Halida will go.

Maybe it's in the Noti Golden Lamp, maybe in a garbage dump at the end of the street, or on the operating table of some doctors in regular clothes, sawing with their hands.

They are not even considered 'people'.

——Maybe Halida is better, at least she looks like a human.

"Poor fragile child."

Bodaili was not in a hurry to insult anyone. She took the swaddling clothes, opened a gap, and let the "sleeping" baby feel the cool air.

She shook herself, seeming to regret that her pair of breasts could not satisfy him, could not wake him up——

The sisters will never have their own children in their lifetime.

"Halida."

Bodelli used her strong arms as a cradle, rocking the baby gently and speaking with her head down.

"We came to the circus together, one after the other, right?"

Halida responded quietly.

"Everyone knows that you did the hardest work for your brother. Fortunately, a gentleman spoke up for you and let our 'leader' see the opportunity - otherwise you would not be able to stand in the big tent, in the middle, as a 'performer'."

Bodaili looked at the lifeless green face of the baby, her eyes sad: "Have you thought about what to do next?"

Halida didn't know.

She didn't even know how to face Mason Lyle.

she says.

boom!
There was a loud bang.

Bodaipeng slammed the table angrily!

"He owes you that! Are you still considering how to face him?! My damn God..."

She got angry when she saw Halida's weak look!
How can a person be so cowardly?

Can't your hands tear out his eyes, can't your teeth tear open his flesh?
Can't?
Knife is OK!

Hammer, knife, rope!
They do not serve justice, only life and death!

If Bodaipon didn't have a "half" sister, she might not have been able to endure such a hellish life for so long.

She had committed a crime long ago and was beaten to death.

"I..." Halida muttered a word silently, and then, the sound of dog barking rose and fell in the tent.

Bodaly glared at her sister unhappily.

Everyone has their own way of survival, and she didn't like her sister talking condescendingly like that.

"Listen to me, Halida."

Bodaili spoke softly, soothing the girl who kept wiping her tears: "Listen to me. Your brother may have died because of Mason Lyle, or maybe not. But it depends on what you think - do you have to stay in the circus? Do you have any other choice, as we talked about this morning, that... gentleman?"

Halida raised her head silently: "...Mr. Collins?" "Yes, your husband." Bodelli obviously thought differently from her sister - instead of talking about whose sin it was, it would be better to think about how to let Halida seize a chance to escape from hell.

Living people are important.

"He showed such... I mean," Bodelli adjusted her words, trying not to be so sharp to make it clear to the girl: "I mean, a man, Halida. Do you understand? A man, if he is interested in you - interested in 'freaks' like us who are worse than the children in the slums of the East Side..."

"You should know what he wants from you, right?"

Bodaly whispered.

"Do you know what he thinks of you? Has he made any private promises? Does he have a wife? A mistress, too... Are his parents still alive? Is his family large? Does he have many relatives? What kind of business does he do - does he have his own carriage, servants?"

Bodaly asked many questions about 'Mr.

However, Halida's reply surprised her - or both sisters.

I was so surprised that I even thought for a moment that Halida was bragging.

"You mean... he took you to the big house and had the maids bathe you - and at the same time, he introduced you to his friends and his friends' sisters?"

Bodaipon opened his mouth slightly.

That's not a man.

That's the god of fucking generosity and mercy.

With their backgrounds, they didn't even have the chance to climb up the social ladder like those good-looking lower-class women - and yet they could be introduced to a friend's sister?
That's right.

Bodaipon's focus is on 'sister'.

Generally speaking, there may be some unabashed "sharing" behaviors between men, which is not considered an insult to the "monster that is not a human being".

but.

but.

An unmarried girl?
How could they be allowed to come into contact with 'monsters' like them?
God of generosity and mercy, those noble and pampered ladies may not be allowed to talk to lowly poor people, for fear of being led astray and contracting some unclean diseases or thoughts.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I didn't!"

"You have no, no, no, no. Who knows whether you have yes, yes, yes or no." Bodaipeng curled his lips and imitated her way of speaking.

But her sister looked solemn and said nothing.

Because she heard a familiar name in Halida's words.

"Taylor."

They had been in London for quite some time, and even in other cities, Baudry had heard of and seen the Taylor family's tobacco shop - they were one of the top gentlemen in the country.

and so.

Being able to chat and laugh with such a person and invite the "monster" to his home, the "Mr. Collins" mentioned by Halida must be of a relatively high status.

The perceptive sister immediately realized that this was an opportunity.

A chance to save Halida from hell -

She even speculated that perhaps the 'Collins' did not value Halida's appearance, nor did he value the part of her that could be 'used'.

Just as they had walked through a city and met a gentleman and his wife, who were both trying their best to spread the word and give speeches among the workers in an attempt to "enlighten" them -

Some people are born wearing cloaks made of the scorching sun.

They are short-lived and waiting for someone in the future to love them.

Bodaili relaxed her brows and pretended to be relaxed: "Halida, my little coffee. You should think about it carefully. Maybe your 'husband' wants you, wants you to go with him - you also said that he invited you, didn't he?"

Halida was horrified by this.

Just like she was afraid of everything in this world.

She had too much to think about, and if she talked about it all, she could at least collect enough to fill a roll of sheepskin.

There were so many things that made her tremble.

"What's that gentleman's name?"

asked Bodaly.

"Full name, I mean."

It is not difficult to find out where Taylor's shop or house is.

A letter can test whether it is hope or despair.

She didn't know where her and her sister's fate would end, but if she could see a girl leave hell with her own eyes, it would be a good story - worth telling for days and nights in the land of the dead, right?
(End of this chapter)