The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 958 Ch957 Caregiver Hans

Chapter 958 Ch.957 Caregiver Hans
Obviously.

Hans was suspicious of Florence.

Because of the baby that was recently lost.

——He can be dismembered, ravaged into mud, boiled and poured into the stomach...

The only thing you can't do is 'disappear'.

From the very beginning, Mrs. Amelia's "method" was perfect and almost flawless: issuing a legal death certificate after death from illness was legally flawless, and a few days after burial, it was also medically flawless.

Even if those ignorant mothers came to the door crying and shouting, they only got a sentence: "Poor child, tragic fate. May the Father protect his flawless soul..."

Who can still blame these professional nursing ladies who have almost no free time all day, are gentle and don't mind noise, dirt and stench for the symptoms?

Suspect?
What do you suspect?
Do you doubt a widowed lady who has been published in newspapers many times, has a wealthy family, is generous and kind, and has been praised by all walks of life? A wife who lost her husband, a poor woman who used all her wealth to do good deeds?
'Stupidity is not your support, nor is it a shield to protect ignorance or a weapon to pierce kindness.'

Until the body of a baby that was supposed to be taken away for a death certificate the next day disappeared.

until that day.

Only then did Hans see the panic on Lady Amelia's face.

——Of course she knew what this meant.

Once the topic is brought up again, the skepticism will return, and even the police will come to visit, and everyone will be in the spotlight...

Some disguises are not so perfect.

Lady Amelia, as well as the caregivers and servants here, they walk on a thin and sharp silk line.

The consequences of an accidental fall are serious.

Madam doesn't allow any mistakes.

then.

They began to doubt.

After all, dead babies don’t just disappear.

Then...

Who should start with?
Start with those who have never done it themselves.

For example, Florence, this loving lady who claimed to be pursuing a career in nursing - she never seemed to express anger at what she saw?
"Ms. Hans?"

The square-faced nurse turned around and stared into the pair of anxious eyes in the flickering candlelight.

She always felt that there was something wrong with this woman.

"You never joined us, Florence. You have money, and you don't need it. You're going to leave after a year, aren't you?"

Florence dropped her eyes.

A trace of struggle appeared on his face.

“…I,” she said, “I don’t like what you’re doing, ma’am.”

Hans folded his hands and said nothing.

"I just want to learn what I want to learn, and then go back to Liverpool..."

"'Go back to Liverpool'?" Hans said mockingly. "And report us?"

"No, I don't plan to."

"Florence, do you think these babies who 'died of illness' were accidents?"

"Yes..." Florence lowered her head even more.

Hans grinned, and his tall figure cast a shadow on the girl's face.

She leaned over and spoke softly.

"Of course not. These motherless little bastards don't live long anyway. If we kill them quickly, we can free up more beds - do you know how much money we can get every month?"

"But Lady Amelia is not short of money..."

Florence shrank her neck and asked back in a low voice.

Kingsley under the bed was full of admiration.

Good response, courage that should be praised.

"That's 'Lady Amelia' - not you and me. Florence, if Lady Pattins hadn't spoken for you..."

The orphanage has more than one floor.

It is normal for a caregiver to accidentally break his neck.

Just Florence, Florence.

This woman is not a poor person. If she dies, not only will the police be called, but there will also be the revenge behind her surname... Both Ms. Pattins and Mrs. Amelia think that there is a better way to deal with this weak and easily fooled girl than to kill her...

"You must come with us, Florence."

Hans deliberately frightened her, making this young lady, who had not seen much of the world, think the worst.

"It's just a lost baby..."

Florence grumbled.

"'Just'? How's your neck better than a noose?"

Hans knew a little about the law, and he had heard from Amelia and Pattinson that once these things were exposed, it would be hard to say whether they would be sentenced to years of imprisonment or the noose of public outrage - it all depended on whether someone could speak for them.

Lady Amelia has her own 'husband', and no one cares about these poor people.

She just wanted to take this dangerous ship, make some money, and then pack her bags and live a good life in the countryside next spring.

There is no doubt that this was murder.

If babies are considered people, this is murder.

but.

The other caregivers in the orphanage obviously didn't think so.

"If their mother had not abandoned the poor little bastards, they would not have died—murdered? Miss Florence, my girl, do you know what life these children will have when they grow up?"

The muscles on the woman's face twisted and pulled together like ginger roots, and her sharp teeth reflected diamond marks in the dim firelight.

Her body was covered with hanging cysts, and in the shadows beneath the bed, one could hear the howling of numerous babies.

“They are worse than wild dogs.”

Hans pulled over the dentist's cart and picked through the sewing basket.

"There is no mother who can protect them from the wind and rain, and no father who can help them on the road of life. There is no relative, no family, and no help from the road of growth - they are not like you, who are destined to be prominent when they come out of their mother's belly... or from their father's..."

Hans picked out a pair of pointed scissors and opened and closed them a few times.

"Have you ever been to a factory in South London, or a cemetery in the suburbs?"

Hans asked.

"When they grow up and become conscious, they will begin to suffer - this pain will torture them, like scissors, needles and threads, through their flesh and souls, until they die completely."

"We shouldn't be here. Florence, you think we're guilty, but actually..."

The bloated female nurse held the scissors in her hands, and her thick lips, with sparse nose hairs, chewed madly and vomited out the smelly fermentation: her thoughts, her evil intentions and greed.

“We’re actually doing good.”

Hans said.

She seemed drunk, with a biley look that only a drunk could have on her face, and she waved her hands clumsily and dangerously.

"Do you think those mothers don't know what will happen to their children? But they still signed their names - they threw this heavy burden on 'us who did evil'... Florence, count how many people we have helped?"

"Girls who are free of burden and can easily marry, children who grow up to suffer all their lives, poor women in orphanages who are cruelly treated by their parents or husbands - Mrs. Amelia gave them a new life, a chance to escape poverty..."

She could not calm down any longer, notwithstanding Florence's efforts to soothe her with her eyes and gentle responses.

She became dangerous and crazy.

A thin and sharp thread in the brain had long been shattered into pieces of exploded steel needles by a knife or an axe.

"Not everyone has the good life you have, Florence."

She picked the crib closest to her—the one with the struggling, awakened baby in it.

Use scissors to cut the wires that tied the limbs.

then.

Under Florence's shocked gaze.

Lifted up her skirt.

Next.

Every sober person in the room witnessed a scene of hell.

That is the scene that only appears in real hell.