The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 10 Ch.10 Crying is the puzzle, blood is the answer

Fresh Heliotrope.

Sharp pure sapphire.

Female cat whiskers.

Look at the oil in the oil lamp where the woman cried all night.

A cup of your own blood.

Roland placed the five items on the ground one after another.

After seeing off the thief who had returned home with a lot of things, Roland came to Nina's room after nightfall.

Tonight was the perfect time for her to say that.

"It seems that you haven't told me the purpose of this ceremony."

"Don't you believe it?"

"Do I believe it now?"

"I don't want to talk about it now."

Although she was losing her temper, she still patiently guided Roland: First, sprinkle the blood on the ground and seal it into a closed ring around the bed.

"I guess the ring isn't round enough."

How can two people draw a circle if they can't see?

"You think 'round' is more important." Nina asked Roland to put the Heliotrope in her mouth, and her voice was a little unclear: "Well, listen to me. From now on, you can't make mistakes in every step..."

Nina said and Roland did.

Chew the Heliotrope and put it in her mouth. Next, Roland had to swallow the lamp oil in the glass bottle by himself.

Then light the beard.

Read out…

Nina repeated the prayer she told him.

What surprised Roland was: when he endured the discomfort, poured the lamp oil into his mouth, and slid it into his stomach...

He felt like an oil lamp -

It's really burning.

When he opened his mouth, the voice was no longer familiar.

There seemed to be an invisible creature standing in front of him, covering his mouth with his hands and strangling his throat.

He could 'hear' himself speaking, and he knew clearly that he actually didn't make any sound.

It seems that the direction conveyed by each word does not point to this world.

He felt like something was staring at him in the dark...

This time, it's more real than ever.

He heard the curses, the sobbing of a young girl, the voice calling her mother and a certain name, and Rose's comfort...

It's lamp oil.

It was the girl whom Lamp Oil had been ‘looking at’ all night.

Occultism.

The ritual Miss Nina talks about...

it is true.

Those are all true.

Roland felt every hair on his skin stand on end.

"Crying is the riddle, blood is the answer."

"I enlightened a consciousness, which is stable."

He said as he walked, and after lighting the beards in his hands one by one, the blue flames climbed up in the room like branches that kept growing.

They are intertwined like spider webs, and the brilliant blue fills the entire space.

expand.

Expand again.

Spread until it can spread no more.

A lake-blue thorn forest.

The stench disappeared and the fragrance of green grass emitted.

Wonderful overlapping worlds, a home where dreams live.

"Destroy, transform, shape."

“Abundant in the shadow of absurdity.”

"The soul grows strong, and the bones and skin shine."

Roland heard the crackling sound of flames burning wood, crisp and dense.

But he couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

He only let his voice become high-pitched:

"finally!"

"I saw!"

"Its tatters and brilliance..."

The flames in my ears seemed to erupt from a fountain.

In the boiling flames that bloomed, Roland actually felt the cold - it wrapped around his body and pulled it to one place.

Nina's bedside.

It is as if a hurricane passed through the abode of the god and blew down the dust of his indolence into the world.

"Give me the gem."

Nina's voice became smooth and strong, and the scars on her body miraculously healed. Before Roland could help her up, she sat up first - she pushed Roland's shoulder and flicked his forehead with her finger.

Vitality filled her body.

She smiled heartily.

She has a new look.

"Give me the gem, little brother."

"Miss Nina."

"Give me the gem." Nina held Roland's hand. Seeing that he was still holding on to the gem, she couldn't help but lower her voice and comforted her softly: "...Didn't we agree before? I can't survive."

"I can't survive this."

"This ritual is like an experimental process - well... I only did the middle step. After that, the reagents that are no longer carried out will be discarded. In short, Roland, do you want me to use the remaining time of my life to comfort you? "

"Do you need me to comfort you?"

Roland stood for a while.

He slowly let go of his hand, pursed his lips, and sat on the edge of the bed. His voice was full of deep anger: "I spent so much effort to find these things, and you just use them to commit suicide?"

"Don't fail to recognize good people's hearts. This is all for someone."

Nina takes the gem by force.

The sharp and strong blue gem actually melted into a dark blue dagger in the woman's hand.

She raised her head and stared at the densely tangled branches, carefully cutting them with a dagger.

At the same time, the room was gradually filled with light blue dust.

"Let me see, I can give you my newbie gift package..."

"Memory, just a little bit..."

"No, this won't work, I can't let you see it..."

"Oh, soul fragments, give me some too, they might be useful to you..."

Roland didn't know what she was doing, so he reached around and found nothing.

But he knew something was happening.

"Miss Nina?"

"Shhhhhh!"

Nina suddenly leaned over and stuffed something into his hand - something like ice flakes, thin and cold.

Before Roland could react, the piece of 'ice' melted in his hand and disappeared without a trace.

"This is a gift."

She clapped her hands.

A few cuts, a few trims.

Finally, the dark blue dagger could no longer hold on and burned into a handful of ashes like a feather falling into flames.

"There's still a little time, so listen up."

She grasped Roland's hand tightly:

"You should understand now that this world is not just one layer."

"I assume you're happy to step into another world."

"Then, the Maelstrom and the Wanderer are a good choice...at least the first half is safe." Nina covered Roland's mouth with her other hand and told him to just listen. "Holy Cross should be considered carefully, especially You who have heard so many stories.”

The cold feeling gradually faded away. In fact, the room was indeed peaceful: the creeping blue branches shrank and disappeared one by one. Without further rituals and operations...

Nina's soul is disintegrating and dissipating.

This is exactly what she expected.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to be exposed to that world.”

"With the gift I gave you and the memory in the fragment, you will live very well in this life - it will probably wake up tomorrow and it will be a bit sore. You haven't worn contact lenses, have you?"

Nina let go of his hand from his mouth and climbed onto Roland's face.

She became particularly gentle: "...I'm not lying, she's so beautiful. Now I know why some people are willing to spend so much money on Paper Man. If it were me, I would definitely raise a cub like you..."

Roland tilted his head to the side, melting away the indifference with the upturned corners of his lips, and his face fit her thin palm unusually intimately - just like a cat squatting on the hospital bed in front of its dying owner, no longer sparing its body.

He pressed his face into Nina's palm.

Rubbed it gently.

"...You're going to die," he said.

Nina laughed nonchalantly, as high-spirited as a knight riding a horse:

"I'm going home, pretty boy. I can't wait around doing nothing and let those idiots downstairs suck my soul out, can I?"

"When I die, they have no choice but to draw your blood first - remember, there is no need to run away, just endure it for a while. When the plot begins, when the church executive passes by, the ashes will be spread out for them!"

This was the first time in many days that Roland felt the difference in the woman in front of him.

This may be her true character.

Soaring and enthusiastic.

"I finally got my revenge...! I have cultivated the blood cocoon for so many days, but Kucha suddenly disappeared without anyone noticing, hahahaha..."

She laughed loudly in both pain and pleasure.

He coughed up pieces of smelly pus and blood from his throat, but he didn't care at all.

Roland helped her lie down, but her hand was still tightly held.

"I'll give you some strategies...although I don't know much. Remember, if you just want to be an ordinary person, just use the formula in my fragments...it's enough for you to become a rich man. But if you choose to step into the mysterious world - —”

"Be sure to stay away from evil cults and major sins..."

Roland held her hand.

Now, even the last bit of flesh is gone from the withered palm.

Just a bone.

She seemed to be 'erased' of flesh and bones bit by bit by some unknown entity, starting from her feet and spreading all the way up.

She is leaving.

"Cult, cradle..."

"sin…"

"Fen...Lily..."

"Son of...be...nei..."

"Gathering Eyes Luo..."

She talked a lot intermittently.

He couldn't hear.