The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 980 Ch.979 Beheading and Fanaticism

It has to be said that most of the citizens of London have an extraordinary passion for bloody hunting.

Roland also discovered this after becoming an official executive, thanks to Randolph's 'tireless' teaching - if he could invite him to fewer weird parties.

For example, visiting a lunatic asylum.

Take pictures with the corpse.

In addition to lectures, most of the time at each open day of the medical school was occupied by live dissection and surgery: young gentlemen and elegant ladies bought tickets, sat in the high seats, and watched the doctor with a portable bone saw and his assistants with a timer perform with great interest:

Cut off a living person's arm within five minutes and complete the operation without waking up the patient who has passed out from drinking.

For them, it's more satisfying than swallowing a big spoonful of chili.

Just look at some of London's trendiest artworks.

In addition to the stone sculptures that have remained unchanged for decades, poetry and paintings that have existed since the beginning of the empire, the most popular business is "specimen": hollowing out the internal organs of animals, filling them with hay and spices, and exhibiting or selling them to girls from wealthy families - these "artists" once wanted to do this to humans, but were later stopped by the Holy Cross.

Thank you church.

“If hanging is to be abolished completely someday, these people will be the biggest obstacle.”

Kingsley was full of disdain.

The torture of breaking people's vertebrae was really interesting, wasn't it? They had taken a good seat early, bought a paper bag of chips and fried fish, chewed them with relish, and watched the damned criminals repent, cry or beg for mercy on the scaffold, waiting for the executioner to give the order, pull the rope and open the trap door.

These are precious good citizens.

"Some critics were discussing this in the newspapers, saying they hoped the church would abolish the death penalty by burning." Roland pinched a square butter biscuit and threw it into his mouth. "But after a few days of discussion, the topic shifted to medicine."

Kingsley said that was because they didn't want to cause trouble for themselves.

I am just joking.

What kind of fool would actually hold up a sign saying "No Fire" and protest at the door of the courtroom? He was truly destined to be associated with fire in this life.

Theodore seemed to have no problem with hanging, but he had different opinions on the criteria for hanging.

Including the torture of chopping off people’s heads in front of their eyes.

"They torture the living, and also torture the relatives of the tortured. What unforgivable crimes have they committed?" The man seemed to have extraordinary sympathy for the dying woman on the stage, and considering his identity, one could not help but become suspicious.

But animal teeth are never like this.

"You look more like the 'Tree Mother'."

Roland said.

Theodore did not feel offended by Roland. He shook his head slightly and said, "I am not blaming anyone, Mr. Collins. But if it was the tree mother, you should have heard this."

He puffed out his chest and spoke in a deep voice, showing an extremely exaggerated "pain" and "sorrow" like an actor on stage.

Afraid someone wouldn’t notice.

"'How can humans be so cruel to their own kind? In this entire natural world of Eve, we are the only ones who are cruel and vicious, as if killing each other can bring us some kind of blessing - except Eve, who has the right to decide who lives and who dies' - I have to emphasize that I am not blaming anyone."

As Theodore was learning, he couldn't help laughing.

Roland squinted his eyes like a cat, smiled and nodded: "That's right, Mr. Thackeray. They are like this - do you often deal with "tree mothers" in your sect? I don't have many friends in the big vortex, so I don't know how they live... Are they in the church all day? Or are they planting flowers and crops? Isn't this closer to nature?"

Theodore put away his smile and said gently, "As long as we live, we are always close to nature, Mr. Collins. In my opinion, whether we plow the land with an iron rake, or use our hands or oxen, or walk, or ride in a carriage, or ride in an iron box that spews steam - everything that is driven forward by human wisdom is what Eve is happy to see."

This is a bit blasphemous.

To know.

Because they wanted to lay the tracks for the steam train, the ritualists of the Great Whirlpool had many conflicts with the businessmen - they cut down the forests to fill the lake, and laid the artificial, long sections of tracks in the soil full of natural atmosphere -

This is destroying everything that nature has given them.

Theodore doesn't think so, and he's clearly in the minority.

"I am."

Theodore Gabriel Sacre smiled reservedly: "It is impossible for people not to be arrogant, we can only restrain ourselves."

"You are very different," said Roland.

"you too."

Theodore straightened his back and leaned forward in his chair, touching his chest. This extremely standard etiquette is rare in daily life - usually people just bow their heads carelessly, or put on their hats, tilt their faces, and bend like water.

Roland had seen the standard ones.

That's what Sacre did.

He was a little curious about the other person's background.

"here we go."

Florence said suddenly.

On the execution platform.

The shiny golden hand axe was held high in the sunlight, the blade pointed at the withered flower in the glass bottle.

He wanted to chop off Rose's head.

People cheered for this action——

Some see it as a warning: a warning for women to follow the rules, to go their own way, just like men, and to allow the laws of the world and those who govern them to police their character and behavior.

With examples like this, I'm afraid no woman would dare to do these things again.

Most people just party.

Just like in some alleys suitable for peeing and peeing, besides pee and poop, the most common thing is the words written on the wall with keys and charcoal pencils:
'Long live the Empire', 'Long live the Queen', 'Long live the General', 'Long live the War' - but not long live the factory owners, who still know what is good for them.

Whether people become smarter or stupider when they poop, you can tell by looking at these words.

The answer is: these defecate people are born fools.

The banners of shouting and cruelty before their eyes would only wave for a common answer, whether it was true or false. They only wanted to see the dismemberment, not to listen to the wailing that came out of her bones after the dismemberment: "It's unfair! The benefactor! God! Or any god!"

They will use spit to cover the shouts in their bones, singing the hymn of "We will always win, the Empire of the Eternal Sun".

But Roland had a solution.

he thinks.

If he wanted to tear up the flag, all he had to do was raise his gun, point it at an unlucky head, and pull the trigger.

The brain will burst like a snowball in the hands of a naughty boy in winter, and everything will come to a sudden stop.

Phew.

The sharp blade completed a tiny task in its great life, tearing the soft neck like cutting cloth.

With a clear breaking sound.

The tightly tied sack fell to the ground carrying its only head in its life.

The devout believers in golden robes pushed the metal cart on the execution platform, piecing together a vessel similar to a huge copper pool from all directions: like the most stingy businessman, it held the gushing blood without a drop falling.

Deep red, with flashes of blood like broken gold foil in it.

This is blessed blood.

'Open your mouth! Helen!'

Some mothers pried open the mouths of their daughters or sons, and made them raise their heads and wail like people with constipation:

To catch the gifts that might be splashing down, to heal her brain which had become deformed and stupid from the beginning - although the doctor had told her that as a mother, the best treatment was to tie two ropes to the beams of the house, hang her two piglets, and then hang herself.

'Here it comes! Here it comes!'

The citizens buzzed, and the entire sea of ​​people seemed to be pushed forward by an invisible force.

Roland even heard the creaking sound of the execution platform being squeezed.

"I won't touch these things even if you point a gun at my head." Kingsley rooted his butt to the chair and refused to move no matter what Roland said.

Florence also showed a certain degree of resistance.

Only Theodore and Roland.

They were going to go in and have a drink - just like the townspeople.

(End of this chapter)