The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 688 Ch.687 Addiction

Ancher sent out the messenger.

A servant borrowed from a neighbor, who got on the carriage without looking back after being whispered a few words by Chandel.

This clever young monkey would arrive in London within half a day, spend a few hours looking for the man, and then take the savior back in the same half a day - that is, they only had to wait patiently for one day for a doctor with special powers to arrive...

Are these people also called doctors?

In short, when the doctor arrived, he, his wife, and the servants in the house would be safe.

Mr. Collins said they were 'early days'.

Just keep your emotions as calm as possible and avoid too much fluctuation, and stick to it for a day.

Old Anchel hugged his wife. In front of Shandel, he couldn't say anything more private, or cry silently like in the dead of night - they could only use the last time to see their son more.

It was hard for John Ancher to survive.

They raised their son for so many years.

During this period, Mrs. Ancher would ask every once in a while, taking advantage of the time to serve tea or taste cakes: "Can he be saved?", "Maybe there are other ways?", "We can give more?", "If you ask for us again?"...

Shandel always responded kindly.

It was as if she had long forgotten that she was called a 'dirty bitch' before.

This mortified Mrs. Ancher greatly.

While her husband was in the bathroom, she gathered up her simple cloth skirt and apologized softly to the gray-haired girl: she told Cinder that she was a rude country woman and asked her not to be angry with her -

She had only been to school for a few days and could not recognize a few words. The most she knew was how to load a bullet into a gun chamber.

She admired Chandel's serious and strict attitude, but also pleaded with her to understand her pain.

"I won't defend John, Miss Cinder. You are a decent person, not the profit-seeking, sinister and greedy person we imagine."

Shandel accepted her apology: "But you still need to know if there is any other way to save your child."

Mrs. Ancher lowered her eyes.

"Because he is my child, Miss Cinder. For this reason alone, even if he becomes a cultist and a wanted criminal nationwide, I still have to say that he must have been wrongly accused."

"Even if he isn't."

"Yes, even if he wasn't," said Mrs. Ancher, calmer than before, "even if he did murder me in front of me, I would lie to the police and say it was me or the man who fell to his death - that's my child, Miss Cinder."

John Anchel, standing nearby, felt uncomfortable.

At first, he was just a little embarrassed. The chair felt like it had burrs on it, which pricked him and made him feel both painful and itchy.

Then, the temperature in the room suddenly rose, and my face turned red.

The more he listened, the more impatient he became, but also the quieter he became.

Until my eyes turned red and tears came out.

He heard his mother say, "Because that's my child," and she couldn't help but sob softly.

When the mother heard the voice, she turned around and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

It’s too late…

child.

She ignored her son's embarrassment and forced him into her arms in front of Cinder.

The mother and son snuggled together like this, and soon, they hugged each other and cried bitterly.

When old Anchel returned to the living room, this is the scene he saw: his repentant son and his mother patting his back as if to lull him to sleep.

He could guess what happened.

He pulled out a chair silently, sat down and asked Shandel, then smoked quietly.

“If only I hadn’t made any mistakes.”

Mrs. Anchel cried, her expression was both crying and laughing: "...I didn't make a mistake, meeting such a beautiful and gentle girl. Maybe it will be a good relationship... John, how could you miss so much?"

Old Anchel gave Shandel a silent apology with his eyes.

Shandel shook his head nonchalantly: "If nothing had happened, I think Mr. John Anchel would be a decent, handsome, and promising young man... It's not that I don't want to get along with him..."

The girl sighed softly:

"A wonderful family and sincere love. Sir, Madam, I have lacked these since I was a child. These are such precious things in the world, Mr. John. In my opinion, no matter what gang, what 'great' or 'cool' praise, they are not as good as the love your parents have for you..."

"That's the most 'amazing' thing."

Shandel's words made old Anchel's eyes red.

He wiped his beard hastily and forced a smile, saying, "Please don't make me cry. It's not decent at all."

"When everything is over and the disease is cured, you must fulfill my wish." Shandel also laughed and did not talk about heavy topics: "Just one day, old man, don't fill the dark night before dawn with sadness and pain - maybe we can have something to eat?"

"Yes! Yes! Come on, let's have the best dinner tonight!" Have dinner.

It's not time to rest yet.

The 'disease' in my ears has recurred.

Sendel bit his fork and quietly admired the feast in the restaurant. This crazy, hard-to-abstain happiness gradually devoured the sanity of the Ancher family as his body trembled. Whether it was the husband who showed exceptional tenacity or the mother who was full of affection for her son...

At this moment, they were all immersed in the wonderful and rich madness created by their ears, brains, and soft tentacles.

They had countless things to say to each other, but in the end they were all laughing so hard that they had nothing to say.

Shandel watched quietly.

She discovered that this 'pearl' could not only act on its own, but the person being parasitized could also use some abilities gained after being parasitized to actively start a carnival.

For example, after this collective madness was over, she heard the butler's shouting at the door of the servant's room on the other side of the road leading to the bathroom.

He did it again.

Secretly.

Some smart ones realized that this might be a "disease" - which was even more certain according to the orders of their master, Mr. Anchel.

But being smart often also means being greedy.

They took a detour and thought: If it was really a fatal disease, the person who should be most worried would be Mr. Ancher.

visible.

Just a minor quibble.

When the doctor comes, maybe you can get huge compensation from your kind master: such as half a day's rest.

No one has discovered that the cause of the 'happiness' comes from the ears, and most people speculate that it is a disease caused by 'food' - but this disease is much milder than those terrible diseases you have heard of, those with pus oozing out of the body and spraying feces everywhere.

It can even make people happy.

then.

The next morning.

Many servants were lying on the floor, too lazy to get up and work.

Old Anchel went to Chandel with great concern and asked if the messenger had returned.

"No, sir."

The girl also seemed a little anxious: "Wait for a while... If he doesn't come back, send another person."

Wait one more day...?

Old Anchel refused: "Today, send a second person today, miss. This matter must not be delayed."

soon.

The second page also left Basildon.

Day three.

Old Anchel still said the same thing, but no longer with such conviction.

Many servants tried to persuade him, including his wife.

They said it was not decent to rush a girl who was just there to help.

Old Anchel sighed and said that he was just worried that as time went on, everything would become irreversible.

The radiant wife stroked her long hair, wearing a thin and transparent nightgown, and smiled more cheerfully than usual: "Aren't we trying our best to control our emotions? Without the ups and downs, what can the little monster eat?"

"It can only provide us with happiness, and then wait for its fate to be caught...right, John?"

The mother and son smiled.

The servants also laughed.

They formed a not-quite-circular circle with them, staring at the owner of the house with smiling faces.

There are so many happy things in life, right?

Smiling...face...

Old Anchel struggled for a moment and looked at Shandel.

The decision was left to the gray-haired girl.

"We can't always borrow servants, sir. I think you have to be a little patient... In this regard, you are far inferior to Madam."

Shandel was exceptionally sincere.

"I will definitely help you and your family... You believe me, right?"

(End of this chapter)