The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 183 Ch.182 He was the one who provoked me first

Through the crudely made hood.

The platform is like a slender island. Standing on one side, you can see the people on the other side across the sea - densely packed rails and sleepers separate them.

The train stopped next to Roland, within arm's reach.

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How does this thing move?

"Did you see the back of the car?"

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Um.

"When it starts up, there will be several Enid pushing secretly from behind."

Roland:......

There are several small wooden houses built next to the platforms.

People waiting for the bus can squeeze in and at least get a seat for a while.

Roland didn't have a ticket and just wandered around the recently launched one.

He saw many people walking into the station carrying luggage, wives and children.

About ten minutes passed.

A man wearing a felt hat leaned out of the carriage - his eyes stayed on Roland for a few seconds, then looked into the distance, and after a while, he retracted again.

A few more minutes.

Roland heard a loud and long 'chi'——

He also became excited.

Don't know why, no reason.

It was as if the sound awakened something unknown in his blood, or deeper.

He looked forward eagerly, staring at the increasingly roaring steel behemoth, the crystallization of human wisdom.

He wanted to see how it ran.

At this moment, a shout came from afar.

The voice was urgent.

"wait--"

"Please wait--"

"Wait a minute——"

Roland turned around following the sound.

He's a train rusher...

oh.

acquaintance.

He was carrying a black leather suitcase that was several times larger than an ordinary suitcase and was wearing a wrinkled suit.

There is no hair on the top of the head, and the hair on the sides is fluttering in the wind.

Mr. Edward Snow.

Roland still remembered his pair of gold-rimmed round glasses.

He shouted as he ran, followed by a woman.

"Sir, sir! Please... woof...! You... woof, you can't... woof... can..." She was wearing a rough, arm-baring dress that looked somewhat like a circus suit, and her pale silver eyes were almost filled with anxiety:

I want to reach out, but I don't dare.

Edward Snow waved his hand back impatiently as he ran.

"I know...I know! But I'm not sure when I will come back. Miss, can you wait until I come back?"

"But I...woof! But I, but I can't even connect you...woof...woof...where you...settled...woof..."

The more anxious she became, the more frequent her tics became, and the more vague her words became.

Obviously, a man rushing for a train has no time to wait for a strange woman who doesn't look very popular.

He took a few steps quickly, trying to get rid of this trouble, but found that no matter how fast he accelerated, the woman was still following steadily.

"Perhaps your family members have contracted some disease, and I will be happy to help, as long as you wait for me to come back."

As they approached, seeing that there was still some time before starting, Edward Snow also slowly stopped trotting and took a few breaths.

He dusted off his wrinkled hem, pushed up his glasses that were about to slip off, and said quickly: "...I can't guarantee where I will live. You will have to find out when the time comes."

These words made the dark-haired and brown-skinned girl speechless.

she…

How could she inquire?

With whom?

"Just ask around." The doctor didn't understand how difficult it was to understand the word 'ask around.' He waved his hand impatiently and turned around to get in the car.

Then, he saw Roland.

The leather shoes stopped.

"Mr. Collins?" He looked up and down, then left and right, but saw no one else. "Where are your friends? Who made you stand here all alone?"

He frowned and looked in the opposite direction of the car.

"It's not safe here. Once you step out of the sky and the train is about to leave - you will be crushed into several pieces by the wheels. It's not a threat, you will still be conscious when the time comes, and you can even see your severed limbs twitching with your own eyes. ”

Roland:......

This doctor is really the same as before.

Unlikable.

"I'm here to see off a friend, Mr. Snow. The person who accompanied me will be back soon, so you don't have to worry."

Edward Snow stared at the toes of Roland's shoes and then at the edge of the platform, as if he was mentally calculating how many "mistakes" steps Roland would have to take before he would be crushed into several pieces.

"Your friend is incompetent enough to leave an invisible person alone on the platform."

Roland smiled and pointed to his ear: "I just heard that there seemed to be a lady."

"It's Miss." Edward showed no expression as he corrected Roland: "A family member of a patient, or a patient." He turned to Halida and said, "Wait until I come back, Miss. Not only do you have to inquire, but you also have to make an appointment - we always have to Follow the rules, right?”

Halida was worried.

Now, in addition to 'inquire', there is a new word.

'reserve'.

She is just an employee of the circus, and the people she knows are limited to the circus.

It's not easy for her to come out once.

Who to ask?

Workers in a hurry on the road, or young people holding cigarettes on the street?

How to make an appointment?

How much does it cost?

"Since she is a lady, I believe you will understand her difficulties." Roland said in a gentle voice: "Miss Taylor has changed a lot recently. Randolph said that it all depends on you."

At the mention of Beatrice Taylor, Edward had an expression on his face.

perhaps…

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly...for half a second.

Gone in a flash.

“This is what I have always advocated. Patients like Taylor never need to be treated with a knife or boiling water. If the human body is regarded as a machine, then Beatrice Taylor’s condition is like a problem with a part—”

Roland wondered: “If there is a problem with a part, shouldn’t it be opened and replaced?”

Perhaps Roland, who ‘does not open the light of wisdom’, finally asked a constructive question, or perhaps this question happened to be something he could answer.

In short, Edward Snow finally ‘really’ laughed.

He was no longer in a hurry to catch the car. He slowed down and explained to Roland in detail: "First, we currently do not have the technology to replace the 'parts'. Secondly, Mr. Collins, if the gear is stuck with a stone, we should open the lid and find the stone."

"But if it is just a 'deformed' gear, and there is no stone or anything else stuck - at the same time, the machine can still operate perfectly..."

"Does it still need to open the lid?"

Edward Snow's rhetorical question may also be a soliloquy:

"...Maybe we went in the wrong direction at the beginning. We should try to adjust the speed of this machine - perhaps at a certain speed, in a certain unpopular power, after a special adjustment - this strange machine can adapt well and be no different from other machines."

"Beatrice Taylor is in this situation."

Roland listened quietly, took a step back, and bowed slightly: "You are the best doctor I have ever seen."

Edward Snow returned to his expressionless state.

He moved his hands, took out a pocket watch from his pocket, and looked down.

Then

"Excuse me, Mr. Collins. Have you seen other doctors?"

Roland:...

"Hahahahahaha!"

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Well, he provoked me first.

Roland pointed to his eyes: "When you come back, I may need your help-my eyes, Mr. Snow, can see faint shadows."

This made Edward Snow seem to be struck by lightning. He stepped in front of Roland and held his wrist tightly.

As if he saw something incredible.

"...You, you can see it?!"

"I mean, 'faint shadows', Mr. Snow." Roland shook his wrist, broke free, nodded his eyes, and slightly opened his lower eyelids: "...but I found that the shadows were very blurry."

Blurred.

This word is not professional enough, but it can make professionals instantly aware of the problem behind it.

Edward Snow lifted the suitcase in his hand and found that it took a lot of time to open and close it, so he simply took off his glasses and put them on Roland.

He was excited and excited, looking at Roland, waiting for Roland.

Waiting for him to speak.

"How is it? How is it?"

"... Indeed... It seems to be true..." Roland frowned, gently pushed the doctor in front of him away, and then looked around - pausing for a moment in each direction.

This took some time.

Then, he turned back again.

"It's indeed clearer, Mr. Snow."

Snap!

The doctor slapped his thigh suddenly, scaring Halida.

"Wait for me to come back! Mr. Collins! You must wait for me to come back! Never, never, never do anything to your eyes! Do you understand?! I mean, anything!"

Snow muttered to Roland, clearly instructing him, but he ignored him, lowered his head, carried the box, and immersed himself in his own thoughts.

He could hardly hear anyone talking, mumbling like a possessed person, step by step, step by step, and kept backing away.

Until he hit the carriage.

Until he bumped into someone in the carriage—the man in the felt hat just came out and patted Snow on the shoulder.

He shouted, ‘It’s about to start! ’

But he was still immersed in this wonderful puzzle of ‘blind man regaining his sight’. He looked like a blind man, staring straight at the ground, turning stiffly, raising his free left arm stiffly, groping for a long time before grabbing the columnar handrail in the carriage.

Then, he raised his left leg and took a step.

Then, he raised his right leg and took another step higher.

During this time, Roland and Halida both looked at this man who was thinking like a demon with a worried look. He staggered and stumbled because of his poor eyesight, bumping into the carriage and the extended shelves. But even so, he still didn’t come back to his senses, and didn’t even say goodbye. He just disappeared in the carriage little by little, like a zombie.

Roland silently put on his gold-rimmed round glasses.

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Do I look like a doctor?

"You look like a very mean and handsome man."