The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 624 Ch.623 The Cursed Burns

Roland's people found Halida's brother, and his body was well preserved thanks to the secret method of the Ring of Eternal Silence.

But he didn't know about Halida's situation.

According to Rose's observations over the past few days, Halida has no way of "giving up" her brother - her spirit has been damaged to a certain extent, and cowardice and madness are like the two sides of a coin imposed on her fragile soul at the same time.

They tore at her, but also protected her when the scales tipped.

Rose wasn't sure if both the "Iron Cavalry" and the "Assassin" were like this, but if she used her brother as a switch, it would be too unstable - just like what happened yesterday.

Once the hound Halida went mad, they would not have time to respond effectively given the distance they usually kept in contact with.

The physical enhancement effect of "Iron Cavalry" is much stronger than that of "Secret Scroll" and "Saint".

At least before reaching Gaohuan, Rose didn't want to be slapped by Halida out of the blue.

and so.

She asked Old Tom to find out if there was a ritual that could make the corpse "easy to carry": Although it sounded a bit fanciful, Old Tom gave a surprising answer.

"Of course."

He gave a name that was somewhat familiar to Rose.

'Burns.'

Maid May, Mason Lyle who died in prison, the genie in the bottle.

The reason why Halida joined the tea party and her past.

As a servant of an earl's family, the maid Mei is just a meaningless "scrap" in this story. The reason why she is mentioned again is probably because of the master she serves -

In fact, people should call her 'Mrs. Field' or 'Ms. Field'.

This famous black widow had a legendary first half of her life (it's hard to say whether it was good or bad), and was even once considered cursed by "decent people":
She was married three times. Her first husband died in a car accident on her wedding day; her second husband was killed by a gunshot wound in a fight after drinking too much; her third husband, Mr. Field, died of illness on an ocean-going ship several years ago.

None of her three husbands gave her any children, but they left her with astonishing wealth and connections.

'Black Widow of London'.

That's what people call her.

They preferred to call her by her original last name, Burns, rather than her husband's last name, Field.

'Because no matter whose surname she inherits, sooner or later it will just be "Burns."

Old Tom told Rose this.

Many people have suspected that she murdered her husband for property. Otherwise, it would be too coincidental that these three deaths happened to the same person.

First, Ms. Burns's husbands had few relatives and friends, and once they died, there were few male heirs to inherit their wealth.

Secondly, Ms. Burns did not seem to be ill, but she had been childless for many years.

It is hard to say that this was not a deliberate choice of 'murder target' by her, and she married only to seize the man's wealth.

The authorities once intervened in the investigation, monitoring and interrogating her for half a year. Although they were unable to inflict physical torture, they used their imagination to the best of their ability to torture her mentally, trying to make her confess and reveal what crime she had committed.

But apart from some private matters in life and bed...

In the end, they got nothing.

Scotland Yard's involvement damaged Burns' reputation, but also helped to publicize this bizarre case, a woman with "good luck" -

The Illustrated London News followed up on this miraculous event a few years ago, calling it "The Tragedy of Three Men, the Miracle of One Woman."

Obviously, everyone knows what a "miracle" means. She has no worries about food and clothing, and even lives a more decent life than most upper-class gentlemen: the more famous land nobles earn an enviable 100,000 pounds a year doing nothing, and this money can almost be put into the pockets of the poor in the East End to live until the end of the world.

And this is only a small part of the wealth left to Ms. Burns by her first husband.

soon.

Then a man appeared who was not afraid of her "curse".

If I could become this lady's lover, gain her favor, support, and investment, and start a great business - a curse? A widow who brings disaster?
I was born with good luck, but I am worried that my life is too boring.

Whether young or old, those who are unhappy in their middle age, are like the frogs croaking by the lake at night:
As soon as they were out of sight, they began to coo and shout, vying with each other to show off their deep, moving, star-like eyes, their elastic and tireless tongues, and their muscular thighs and chests.

It is for this reason that the investigation into Burns can no longer proceed: too many people are speaking for her.

'Thank you! She was just a woman!'

'If a woman can be so cruel and capable of murdering three men, the men she loves deeply in bed - then we should think about whether we should send these girls in long skirts and thin waists to Kabul next time.'

The Post used the most conspicuous bold headlines to satirize the "morality" of the illustrated magazine, saying that those editors made money from women, from the misfortune of a lady who had lost three husbands and had a miserable life, which was immoral and almost the same as beasts.

The editors of this newspaper also drew a cartoon mocking each other:

A "humanoid monster" with a pointed mouth and face and pus all over his body was holding a pen and paper. He secretly pushed open the door and peeked at the woman who was changing clothes behind the door.

'It seems that our war has not been won because we have neglected women - at least that is what the gentlemen in the illustrated magazines think girls are capable of.'

soon.

The wind direction changed.

This incident became a topic of conversation among the public, but it was an extremely conspicuous "trap" in the upper class circles.

No one wants to add an indecent title to their head.

Ms. Burns' surveillance and interrogation were lifted, she regained her freedom, and was no longer suspected of being a murderer - although the 'murder' version of the story still circulated in the streets or at some private gatherings without her.

They were all wondering how Burns had managed to kill someone without leaving any trace.

"So, that Burns is the ritualist?"

As soon as we arrived in the living room, servants swarmed in.

Some took off their cloaks, some took off their shoes and socks and wiped their feet, some cleaned their fingers and arranged their hair, some lit the incense and set the table.

Rose has adapted to it now.

She sat on a soft cushion with a small cashmere blanket on her legs, one of her hands gently held by the maid, and she chatted with the old butler in a casual manner.

"No, Burns is not a ritualist."

Tom stood on the other side, distractedly monitoring the servants' work as he spoke, with a slight smile on his face - he was very proud of having 'tamed' a bad girl who was unhygienic and ignorant of etiquette into a standard lady.

"She is a mortal, undoubtedly a mortal. After Scotland Yard intervened in the investigation, the Inspectorate followed closely behind," Old Tom said slowly, "I don't think she can hide her power in front of the high-level ritualists..."

"What's more, it was an investigation that lasted half a year."

Old Tom said.

If she can, it means the rabbit has grown wings.

She is at least above the eighth ring.

"That's impossible and unreasonable."

(End of this chapter)