The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 206 Ch.205 Baby in the Brain

The thief in a tight outfit brushed the dirt off her palm.

She walked in the shadows under the moonlight, like a cat who had just finished a tryst.

Half an hour ago, she and another golden-eyed cat hung a highly decomposed corpse on a street lamp at the crossroads.

The whole night of exciting adventures, until now, I still can't calm down the excitement in my heart.

Oh.

She also took a few valuable things from the coffin.

A gem ring, a few small gold bars, and a hand mirror inlaid with pearls.

'I love this life. '

She was like a squirrel in the dense forest, jumping nimbly on bricks and crossbeams, hiding in the shadows from time to time, and occasionally passing through the gaps between the window sills illuminated by the moonlight, and softly stuffing herself into the deeper shadows.

'I am the best handyman in the city. '

She remembered the man's serious words and couldn't help but smile.

'Stupid. '

Rose thought.

But, it was a sincere fool.

A very beautiful fool.

She flew away in the night, heading for the territory of the Elephant Gang.

However, she was not the only one howling in the night.

A team of women in black clothes and black cloth covering their faces also passed through the shadows of the alley like her, each carrying a linen bag, and their steps were very fast.

‘Who is it? ’

Rose narrowed her eyes and followed quietly.

The good news was that this team was not as skilled as her and was extremely stupid in the eyes of Miss Snitch.

The bad news was that their destination was the same as hers.

The Elephant Gang.

‘Who could it be? ’

There are two types of people in the Elephant Gang who are responsible for ‘borrowing things’.

Those who work during the day and those who travel at night.

Rose’s own “Wire Hook Gang” belongs to the daytime - that is, the highest level, and can easily pry away the most precious jewels in the sun, under the attention of men and women.

They are the unique and top thieves of the Elephant Gang.

Most of those who are not as skilled as Rose would choose to travel at night.

They would use iron sheets to pry open the locks, climb into the house through the windows, and take away all the valuables in the house while the owner is sleeping - frankly speaking, this is not much safer than stealing during the day.

Because at night, patrolmen on the street would be more likely to spot them. At the same time, once caught by the owner, these girls would not be greeted with a "good night".

Many of the gang members had their front teeth knocked out or their eyes blinded while burglarizing houses.

Rose followed behind them.

'Stupid thieves.'

The footsteps were too loud, and they were not familiar with the route - some loose tiles would make a "dong dong" sound when stepped on. Those who are truly skilled or even superb will never make the slightest mistake before confirming safety.

A group of stupid thieves.

Many new members have joined the Elephant Gang recently, and she can't recognize them all.

Rose followed them deeper and deeper, and gradually, she began to realize that something was wrong.

This group of people did not go through the main entrance.

The main door with the sister's handle.

They took a detour, passed through a two-story, abandoned wooden house, and took the path that few people used.

Side door.

Rose frowned.

This road can also enter the territory of the elephant gang, but it will not alarm too many people.

This makes people more curious.

She tiptoed and followed them until a familiar narrow corridor.

After passing it, the group entered a wooden house.

Rose touched the window and found that they untied the sacks and took out the...

babies inside.

Babies who were sleeping very soundly.

Other than that, there was no furniture in the wooden house - chairs, beds, tables or bookcases.

In the middle of the room was a huge green stone mortar that could almost accommodate half a person, and a stone pestle next to the mortar.

The one that was usually used to pound medicine was now enlarged several times and placed in the ground like a pot, pressing deep depressions around it.

Some dried brown blood stains were mottled on it.

The stuttering flames illuminated what was going to happen next.

Rose didn't want to describe it.

As the sound of pounding and grinding rang out in the house, she covered her mouth, almost vomited, and slowly slid down the wall.

Curled up.

Boom.

Boom.

The friction between stone and flesh.

The friction with the still soft bones.

The particles rolled finer and finer, grinding into paste.

Rose kept retching, her soul tearing at her flesh and trying to escape.

The stone mill in the dead silence was deafening.

Rose still vomited.

'What the hell. '

She cursed and wiped the sourness from her lips with the back of her hand.

Two pairs of shoes stood not far away, holding oil lamps.

"It's too cold at night."

Anne stood in the light, looking at the girl kneeling in the mud.

She stood with Mu Lin and asked someone to lift the girl who was vomiting in the mud.

Rose's face was pale. In the firelight, she could see the small blisters on Anne's face, which were covered with maggots, bursting one after another.

Puff.

Exploded.

Then soft and plump white maggots flowed out.

'We are slowly rotting...'

She murmured.

The heroic and cheerful giant lady in the afternoon in the suburbs turned into a softened yellowed drawing paper, pasted in her indestructible memory, and could never be merged with the hideous monster tonight.

It was a bad day, but also a happy day.

"Rose." Anne found that Rose had been staring at her face, and couldn't help but touch it with her hand. "Rose."

She called her name and asked the women to drive her into another room, sending Mulin and others away, leaving only herself.

"Rose."

She moved a chair and forced the stiff girl to sit down.

"Let's talk, Rose."

Anne said.

The oil lamp was placed on the stove, and the light came from below, from bottom to top, leaving shadows on the face.

For the first time, Rose found that Mr. Anne was very thin.

When did she become like this?

It was as if she suddenly lost her flesh and blood.

"There is something growing in my head that shouldn't grow, Rose." Anne took out a cigar, bent over, opened the lampshade, and used the flame to suck the cigarette butt.

She puffed like a bloating bag, trying to enjoy the aroma of every puff of cigar, almost suffocating herself to enjoy it.

"A very troublesome... something that makes me crazy and my vision is getting blurry."

She held the cigar and tapped her forehead, her expression indifferent.

Rose had never heard of this.

"…What, what? Sir? Are you sick? We need to find a doctor, a doctor…I know! I've heard of a particularly good one, I think his name is…"

"Rose."

"What a cliché." Anne interrupted her, "Do you think I don't have a doctor?"

The thing in her head was like an impatient baby in a pregnant woman's belly.

When it cried for the first time, it must burst out of her belly.

That thing not only hurt her, but also made her dizzy, vomit, and even faint from time to time. It absorbed her vitality, and while it continued to grow, it made her die little by little.

It was a cursed piece of flesh and blood.

"I don't want to die, Rose."

Anne lowered her head and rubbed the cigar in her hand.

The fire baked her face, and a strange glow appeared in her eyes.

"I have smelled the smell of the dead. The smell of decay, which even madmen fear..."

"But Rose, who would be willing to die like this?" Anne said softly: "I took you and Mulin through those difficult and dark years. We gradually grew stronger, one person after another joined, and became a real gang, leaving the town and coming to London..."

"We have come to this day..."

Anne clenched her fists.

Rose could clearly see the thick calluses and thick joints on the fists.

This pair of fists protected her and Mulin countless times, as well as every sister who came later.

"I don't want to die...Rose."

Anne's firm voice echoed in the wooden house.