The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 122 Ch.121 Memory

Charles Croy walked slowly, and his words were like steps.

It seems like you have to think for a long time before each sentence.

"...Thirty-seven days ago at 2:41:06 in the afternoon."

He turned his face sideways and stared at the trees in the cemetery that had been damaged by the cold winter.

"He crept into the house on the rug, dismissed the servants, and begged me for help."

"To be honest, he didn't need this precious bottle of potion to send that woman to a mental hospital - but I consider that there are always nosy people like you... and my son is a coward, An irresponsible piece of trash…”

Roland narrowed his eyes.

"So I gave him a potion to ensure her relief."

"I got a bottle from a friend in exchange for it."

Charles Chloe turned his head and stared at Roland, a smile slowly creeping onto his face, "Ah... that medicine is an amazing masterpiece."

"Without an antidote, even if it's not the month of death, there's nothing the ritualist can do about it."

"It destroys the spirit of the person who takes it, little by little."

"It filled her head with ants - I mean, ant-like fantasies."

"Slowly nibbling, nibbling, nibbling..."

"At first, she would just hear some rustling noises..."

"Slowly, everything changes."

Charles Croy's face became distorted in Roland's sight.

"She could barely sleep."

"She'll be itchy...very itchy..."

"It's like an insect egg hatched deep in the ear next to the brain..."

"A bunch of bugs crawling everywhere... bugs that can never be caught..."

"It's itchy."

His eyes opened wider and wider, staring at Roland like an angry glare; the corners of his mouth also raised higher and higher, and he smiled...

More and more terrifying.

"She will feel like something is adsorbed on her brain, crawling around quickly..."

"At night, during the day."

"Wow, wow, wow..."

"Click... click..."

"So, I am destined not to survive." Nina said.

She was lying on the bed, in a dark room. "Crack...click...my blood was sucked away, my brain, my memory, my spirit, my soul..."

"Click... click..."

Nina read softly.

Roland hugged his knees and sat in the dark.

"How much time do I have, Miss Nina."

"Not much, you have to find it as soon as possible..." Nina paused: "...I heard it again."

"What?" Roland asked.

"Click... click..."

"Miss Nina." Roland called: "Are you okay?"

"I'm not very good," Nina said. "Turn on the light, little blind man. I...I...do you hear me?"

"What?" Roland asked.

"Click... click..."

Roland touched the wall and stood up, carefully came to the head of the bed, bent down, and turned on the gas lamp.

The dim light illuminated the room to a limited extent.

In front of the tip of Roland's nose.

A man with sunken cheeks and two eyeballs that almost jumped out of their sockets.

He was bending over with an exaggerated smile and tilted his head to look at him.

"Click... click..."

He said.

In an instant, the hairs all over Roland's body stood on end!

His screams were hoarse in his throat, and he almost dodged backwards, then fell hard to the ground.

"䱱——"

"Who are you?!"

The man straightened up slowly, straightened his sleeves slowly, and smiled kindly: "If you can remember why you can see me..."

"You should know who I am."

Roland frowned.

he…

Can he see it?

when?

"A treasure, lost."

"belong to me."

He said.

"How to do?"

He took a step forward.

"what should I do?"

One step forward.

The light that wasn't bright enough only illuminated his side, and the smile in the shadow was extremely terrifying.

The long and thin shadow on the wall stood tall, condescending, and gradually approached Roland.

"what should I do?"

he asks.

"...You should kill the robber."

"Oh..." He took another step forward. "But I don't know who the robber is."

Roland used his hands and feet to shrink back and forth until there was no way to retreat - he was forced into a corner.

"Then look for him! Find the one you suspect!" Roland shouted loudly.

He was getting more and more frightened.

The man almost didn't look alive, and the weird smile on his face looked like a human skin mask.

"Yes, you are asking me to be suspicious."

He said.

Lower your head and walk through the shadows.

His cheeks were sunken and there were layers of wrinkles on his forehead.

"I'm looking for it."

Everything around him started moving very fast.

A second ago, Roland was still sitting on the floor.

The next second, he was standing in the mud, staring at the burning old house.

In the blink of an eye, we were on the carriage again.

The scene is moving forward rapidly.

he…

Where is it?

This is...this is my...

"Roland!"

The white flames barely condensed into shape in sight.

"Roland!"

Someone is calling him.

The picture is still moving forward rapidly——

In the chaotic banquet, he raised his gun and faced the cultists.

Bullets penetrated flesh.

melt.

solidification.

Sharp blood pierced his abdomen.

church.

Hospital.

Xander Kratof…

Cherie Chloe…

Fernandez…

Randolph Taylor…

He remembered.

This is his memory.

Roland Collins' memory.

-

Wrench!

"Roland! Quick! Find a way! He is reading your memory!!"

Roland looked at the man with his hands behind his back and a smile not far away, gritted his teeth, got up, pulled out his dagger, and rushed over!

"Roland! Quick! Find a way! He is reading your memory!!"

Roland looked at the man with his hands behind his back and a smile not far away, gritted his teeth, got up, pulled out his dagger, and rushed over!

"Roland! Quick! Find a way! He is reading your memory!!"

Roland looked at...

Wait.

I just...

did I just...

do this?

"Roland?"

-

Wrench?

"Quick! Find a way! He is reading your memory!!"

Time...

His time was constantly reset.

At this moment, Roland saw Charles Chloe slowly turn his head.

Giving him a chilling smile.

"If time doesn't allow, you will never get to me, kid."

"Let me see if the 'white veil' killer knows you... soon... it won't take too long--"

The memory is moving forward quickly.

Fernandez.

Carriage.

Puxiu Collins in the pharmacy.

Enid is sitting in the office, holding a cup of coffee--the memory...

Suddenly stopped here.

His blood seemed to be burning.

A name.

His name, burning on a piece of paper.

The flames startled the woman who was holding the coffee.

She suddenly turned around, her eyes burning.

Her sight seemed to penetrate Roland's memory, penetrate the "field", and fall directly on Charles Chloe.

The golden flames that suddenly exploded were dazzling.

Burning fiercely, above it, on...

The memory was burning out of thin air.

It was like sparks, one after another, more and more, and denser.

The flames were gushing out in clusters, and like waves of flames in a sea of ​​fire, rolling endlessly.

They gradually condensed into a bouquet of light that could not be looked at directly.

Then.

Someone stepped out of the light.

Her black dress was stained with fire, and the heat waves blew her like a fire butterfly dancing with the blazing light under the scorching sun.

Click...

Click.

The heels tapped.

"What are you going to do to my men, Charles."

Enid walked over leisurely, embraced by the golden flames and passed through the constantly changing and chaotic memories.

"You know what happened to my poor child, Enid Jutia. I just plan to bypass the golden book and check it at the shallow level."

Charles Chloe's face no longer had a smile. When he was illuminated by the scorching sun, his face was only alert and... a trace of imperceptible retreat.

He seemed to be looking directly at a noon sun.

"You also said it was 'maybe'."

Enid replied casually, walking to Roland's side and blocking him.

Charles Chloe sighed, expressing his helplessness at her unreasonable behavior: "I will not allow anyone to tarnish the honor of the Chloe family in an indecent way, Judge Judya."

"The honor of the Chloe family?" Enid folded her hands, a little curious: "...How come I don't know that your family has this thing?"

"When did you get it?"

Roland: ...