The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 959 Ch.958 The Gallows of the Empire
Kingsley could not describe what he saw.

——Perhaps a few particularly thirsty and eccentric gentlemen can see through some of the tricks of some red-light district prostitutes: but this absurd behavior should never happen to a baby.

It only took two minutes.

Maybe three minutes, five minutes...

Rough laughter.

The crib creaked and rubbed.

then…

It was suffocated to death.

Florence held onto the bed boards on both sides and retched violently.

She hadn't eaten anything that night. Waves of acid rose up through her teeth, staining her long skirt and shoe uppers, melting the carpet and marble in front of her feet, and flowing down until people on earth could look down and peek into the eternally raging sea of ​​fire of sin at the center of the earth.

She was in a trance.

I saw my own face in the sea of ​​fire.

She and 'her' looked at each other.

My nose and mouth felt like they were covered with a wet towel, and breathing became increasingly difficult.

The girl subconsciously freed one hand, bent behind her back to grab the belt of her corset, and looked for a salt shaker that would be pungent enough to wake her up immediately after smelling it.

She didn't feel the strap.

No smelling salts either.

The world is spinning.

He stumbled and fell to the ground, landing in his own vomit.

She sobbed loudly, for herself and for the baby who was dying in the crib.

The delicate limbs were stiff like a frozen snake, the soft skull was sunken, the skin was pierced, and liquid flowed out from the gaps.

Hans stepped down from the cot, his eyes filled with unusual moisture.

A sound from hell came from her throat, and the girl's face was full of holes in the hot gastric juice.

"It's your turn, Miss Florence."

she says.

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Roland, who was under the bed, remained silent from the beginning.

He could hear Kingsley's teeth grinding fiercely.

He almost rushed out, overturned the bed where he was hiding, tore open the curtains, twisted the trigger of the gun stick in his hand, and let the bullet shatter the monster's front teeth and drill into her skull full of feces - if Roland hadn't stopped him.

at this moment.

A calm, even cold-blooded detective and a crazy and eccentric friend.

The identities of the two seem to be reversed.

Kingsley gasped, the air rushing through his throat, which was full of holes from his anger.

"…Why, Roland."

Roland silently raised his index finger and crushed an ant that was passing by him - it had already walked back and forth three times.

Roland let it go twice.

"what why'?"

Kingsley stared at the sobbing girl not far away, watching her tremblingly take the scissors handed to her by Hans, and look towards them as if for help - but immediately control her body and twisted back forcefully.

Obviously.

It seemed to Florence that if some man could not control his anger he would jump out and beat Hans to death.

They will be caught by the night servants and locked up for half a year...

Maybe the ending will be even more tragic.

"Roland, is this... a cultist?"

Kingsley asked hoarsely.

"of course not."

Roland answered.

Compared to the cultists in the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, this freak who only satisfied his own addiction to sadism and was controlled by flesh and blood obviously had no idea what he had really done.

"Ten thousand pounds." Roland murmured.

"what?"

"If it were the ritualist of the Ring of Eternal Silence, he would definitely be happy to spend 10,000 pounds to buy this place... I mean, this space."

Roland moved his arm, which was pressed against his trouser line, slightly upwards and pinched the holy water in the interlayer.

A heart-wrenching howl came from the gathering storm.

Florence, in tears, was forced to hold the scissors, pushed, sobbed, and asked to choose a crib just for her.

then…

"I really can't stand it. Roland, if these people don't go to the gallows, the laws of the empire will no longer exist."

"You are much kinder than I thought, Kingsley." Roland chuckled.

"This time, you know why some people deserve to die, right?"

Florence killed a child.

Use scissors.

Even if she chose a sick and dying baby in a corner that no one cared about, the feeling of metal piercing her skin would remain in her mind forever.

Perhaps many years later, when she wakes up in the middle of the night, she can still smell the scent of whiskey mixed with disinfectant in the orphanage.

However, before that, she had to convince the light in her heart not to be extinguished by the storm of pain.

"very good."

Hans smiled.

She was having a great time tonight.

He crushed a skull, got a share of the spoils, and then dragged Florence into the water.

"If you dare to report it to the police later, Florence, the caregivers in the orphanage will also identify you - you come from an extraordinary family, you should know how important your reputation is, right?"

The girl holding the blood-stained scissors lowered her head.

She slowly knelt down in front of the crib, picked up the baby with a pierced heart, and burst into tears despite Hans's objection.

At this moment, she didn't care about anyone hiding in the shadows or waking up anyone who shouldn't be woken up.

The temperature of the flesh in her hands dropped little by little.

In her arms.

Yes.

This is "death".

The first lesson for a caregiver.

A necessary course for a lantern bearer.

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Roland and Kingsley leave the orphanage.

Was sent away by the girl with a wooden face.

Kingsley was unusually considerate and asked her if she was 'ok', but the girl just nodded and shook her head slightly.

The good news is.

The sadness in her heart did not corrupt her soul, but instead activated a calm sea.

The surging anger almost swallowed Kingsley as he raised his forehead.

"I will get to the bottom of 'gold', sir."

The girl with the lantern said firmly.

just now.

There was no ridicule from older and younger sisters, no strict and rigid teachings from her father, no nagging from her mother - and of course, no one to stand behind her and tell her 'We are here, dear'.

She was far away from Liverpool, fighting alone in the devil's den of London.

This is a battle she must win.

"I will find out at all costs. For those dead children..."

Kingsley also put away the subtle sarcasm in his words.

He became shorter and more precise.

"We will help you. First, you must ensure your own safety - both for your own safety and for the sake of this case. We need a living witness who is on this side and can speak."

He raised his bloodless hand to stop the girl from speaking.

"Secondly, we don't need to use 'defective' communication. Roland and I will come here often. A man who is infertile will naturally be more 'picky' than ordinary people. No matter who he looks at, he will think that if he has a biological son, he is much better than these 'cheap things'."

“Roland will create opportunities for us.”

"at last."

"Miss Florence."

Kingsley paused and turned to face the exhausted girl.

"this is not your fault."

He said.

"You have truly ended the suffering of a child. Next, we will completely put a noose on these monsters... They can neither go to heaven nor to hell. Their flesh and blood will be eaten by rats and flies, their bones will be spit on by the wind for thousands of years, and their souls will never rest in peace..."

A very long paragraph.

Roland rarely heard Kingsley speak like this.

Like a match.

Passed across Florence's dry eyes.

Ignite a flame that is hard to ignore.

(End of this chapter)