The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 943: Relief of the Poor
finally.

Kingsley still didn't dare to do it.

He thought that Roland had no concept of "face".

of course.

If he really hit Roland with his cane, Roland probably wouldn't get really angry and hit him back fiercely - the most likely possibility was that the two of them would be fucking freaks using their canes as rapiers in the street, fighting each other for a few minutes.

He never wanted to.

no way.

"After being friends with you for a long time, I suddenly realized that, apart from death, there seems to be nothing else worth worrying about in this world..."

"You're welcome."

"This isn't a thank you, Roland."

The story of the 'Gold Dust Baby' case has to start from the beginning: from the 'Lady Amelia' that Kingsley saw mentioned in the newspaper.

Let’s start from the orphanage.

Unlike the 'workhouse', an orphanage is a profit-making institution (although the workhouse is also profitable, at least not on the surface).

--And for those sadly common demands, one of the more difficult aspects of an unmarried mother's difficult life: having no spare time to look after her children during a busy job, someone offered the only option, which was not a good choice.

orphanage.

There are two types of foster care.

Temporary foster care, and full foster care - the latter is also the origin of the name of the 'orphanage'.

Temporary foster care is simple.

The child will be placed in an orphanage for the time being, and the orphanage caregivers and their powerful masters will find an adoptive parent for the child: it doesn't matter if the child is a man or a woman. If there is no one, the child will be placed in the orphanage for life.

The mother needs to pay a sum of money to the orphanage every month for expenses.

Full foster care is different.

This is a one-time deal.

Once you give a sum of money to the 'adoptive parents' or the orphanage, you never have to pay again.

When those young, beautiful, and plump girls have relationships with handsome boys and accidentally get pregnant, most of them will choose this path - interestingly, this does not include prostitutes.

They are professionals and there is no way they would fail in such a place.

Most of those who were accidentally hit were maids in wealthy families or waitresses in taverns.

And when they become pregnant, they dare not or cannot find the father of their child.

In addition, abortion violates religious doctrine and is extremely risky, so one can only find some "unknown" doctors to handle it - most girls will choose to give birth to the child.

then.

Sent to an orphanage.

After this, they will have to do harder work and work harder.

While paying a considerable sum of money every month, they also have to live frugally and try to save some money within two or three years so that they can take their children back when they are able to do so.

Kingsley scoffed at this.

"If they really love their children and have a conscience, they will not let their babies out of their sight - even for half a second."

Roland had long been accustomed to his friend's "height".

He likes to stand on a high place and spit down.

"Some things aren't as easy as you think, Kingsley."

Passing the street sign, the shadow took away the smile on my face.

"Have you ever been to an orphanage?"

Kingsley shook his head.

"I don't like children, Roland. Although I haven't been there, I can imagine..." The detective said lightly: "There are 'cribs' everywhere, crying, the smell of urine, and the caregivers who have to endure it all."

Roland was noncommittal: "Since you came to London, Kingsley, have you been to an orphanage... or a workhouse?"

Kingsley said no.

There was no need for him to go to 'that' place.

He came to London to pursue his dream, a dream for which he was willing to devote his whole life, in the shining pearl of the world's most powerful empire - from any perspective, the workhouse and the orphanage had nothing to do with his detective career.

"We don't talk about that lady you saw in the newspaper."

Roland suddenly stopped and looked towards the public carriage station not far away.

"Come with me to the nearby workhouse first."

…………

...Kingsley's impression of the workhouse, or the impression of most Londoners on the workhouse -

A place funded by the government and a group of kind and generous masters to accommodate those lazy people.

The carriage drove into the East District.

Then go east.

Passing by the layers of iron fences.

The East End Workhouse is located in this somewhat desolate and rotten place - even further east than the East End, forty minutes away.

There was still no time to evaluate the prison-like impenetrable walls of the poorhouse.

On the side of a road less travelled.

Kingsley witnessed a crazy rape through the car window.

Three young boys were holding a woman to the ground.

A tragedy in progress.

The cry was shrill.

Kingsley turned silently to Roland.

The executive officer watched the show as if nothing had happened.

"Roland..."

"I don't recommend that, Kingsley."

The detective stood up suddenly, rang the bell, and jumped out of the carriage without waiting for it to stop.

He had learned a few tricks, and these young boys didn't dare to lay a hand on a straight-looking gentleman - their eyes were very shifty.

then.

The hero jumped off the carriage.

The evildoers scattered in a hurry.

What happened next was not so 'heroic' - when Kingsley took off his coat, held his cane, and tried to cover the woman on the ground and pull her up, the other party actually used Kingsley's arm to drill through.

She threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and refused to let go no matter what he said.

"You deserve five--no--seven shillings for what you've done to me!"

Kingsley turned his head silently.

On the carriage.

Car window opening.

The golden-eyed bastard with a bright smile mouthed to him:

'It's over.'

…………

……

It was the same problem that Roland had solved for a young detective - all he had to do was spread out his five fingers, push them in along the woman's scalp like a comb, then close his five fingers, grab them tightly, and hold them firmly.

Hit the wall hard a few times.

Then he whispered to her, 'Get out now, or I'll rip your scalp off.'

Kingsley was silent for a long time.

Roland was too lazy to comfort the baby who had just escaped from his cradle.

In his opinion, Kingsley was no different from the arrogant, self-righteous young master on the train half a year ago: as long as people don't want to pay attention, some things will never enter their eyes.

"Say something, Detective, or I'll be bored."

Kingsley glanced at him, and did not see any expression of contempt on Roland's face. Usually in stories, girls from poor families would always use some sour witticisms to mock their young noble friends.

If Rose were here today, Kingsley would be in trouble.

"I'm just confused, Roland. We're all in London, living in this city - I don't think I've ever heard of them... seen these people..."

The worst people Kingsley had ever seen were the thugs from the South Side Gold Teeth Gang.

The most miserable were the miners in Ince.

——He even thought at one point that he was as miserable as those miners.

The miners suffered physically, but he suffered mentally and spiritually.

He was going to have an eye-opener today.

Roland took a deep breath and looked up at the oppressive tall buildings that looked like city walls. He was not in a good mood.

(End of this chapter)