The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 207 Ch.206 I just want to live

I don't want to die.

Probably everyone who has cared for a terminally ill patient has heard this statement.

When Rose used a dirty cloth to wipe away the thick, discolored juice that was constantly secreting from her mother's ulcerated area, she could smell her smell getting stinkier and stinkier.

When she was torn apart by her mother's dry and sharp fingers and nails like eagle talons, she heard her shouting with phlegm in her mouth:

‘I don’t want to die! ’

She said the same thing as Annie.

No one wants to die.

If only the world could change according to imagination.

She hopes that there will be birds singing outside the window every day.

"Annie." Rose suppressed the grief in her heart. In this wooden house, she hoped to bring their relationship back to that emotional and unconcealed afternoon: "So, you want a living baby, right? "

The woman turned her face sideways, and the obscure half of her face fell into the shadows.

"It's just what you think, Rose."

"I reached a cooperation with a cultist. I crushed them into minced meat, mixed them with some medicinal powder and juice, and solidified them into blood bricks - each piece can be exchanged for a treasure that can extend my life..."

She opened her hand and showed Rose the red diamond-shaped crystal in her palm.

"With it, I can live."

"Can live forever."

This lady, who has always been addressed as "Sir" and "Sir" by gang members, rarely showed a hint of vulnerability. She tried to explain to Rose, tried to find out, maybe, this person all along could understand her.

Rose…

Of course I understand.

Even a pig about to be slaughtered knows how to beg for mercy.

People are even more afraid of death.

She didn't know if she could accept death calmly if she became Annie, or whether she would fall again and again under the bewitchment of a certain life.

How can you blame Anne for something you can't even do?

Rose took her hand and rubbed it gently.

"...I thank you for saving me from the darkness, Annie." She said as she left her chair and knelt on one knee in front of Annie. She raised her head, her eyes still the same color as they had been for many years. "I thank you, thank you for saving me, thank you for teaching me how to survive."

"I thank you for bringing me out of the small town, giving me sisters, letting me eat hot meat and drink fresh soup."

"Annie."

"You are as close to me as a sister, as gentle as a mother, and as protective as a brother - like countless relatives, you accept my weird and despicable personality."

"I can never escape the dangers in the world, so you gave me the sharpest knife."

"I respect you and admire you."

Rose knelt on the ground and put her face in her hands, against her knees.

This is a swaddle without blood ties, not an innate love.

'What a wonderful relationship we have! ’

The words of those sisters vaguely echoed in my ears.

Where are they all now - some died in damp and dark prisons, and some died under the hammer and gun of the house owner.

"I can't say that your behavior is despicable - killing babies in order to survive; I can't say that your behavior is sinful - because the law of the jungle has always been the rule of the Elephant Gang."

She carefully took Annie's hand and squeezed it slowly.

"I have troubles, troubles that I can't solve. How should I treat you?"

Rose thought of the sisters who were sent to the banquet, and the crushed flesh and blood just now, and seemed to see Anne in the future - a face covered with maggots, damaged and rotten flesh. No longer cold and powerful, but a cowardly and painful soul seeking to survive.

"I understand your pain, Anne. Can you understand mine?"

Rose slowly let go of her hand and stood up little by little.

His emerald green eyes became increasingly moist as the waves of emotions washed over him.

She shed tears, took a half step back, and bowed.

"Please let me quit the Elephant Gang, Anne."

"starting today."

"I don't work for you anymore."

she says.

"The wealth I have acquired over the years is all under the bed. I will give it all to you."

For the rest of her long life, she selfishly hoped that Annie could survive this way.

Even if it is despicable and shameless.

But at the same time, she didn't want to see Annie and the Elephant Gang again, and come to this place that caused her conflict and pain.

"Let me go, Annie."

Rose said.

The cabin fell into silence, cigar smoke diluting the air.

For a long time, Annie hesitated in silence, looking at the short-haired girl who was crying indifferently.

It's a pity that she said too much.

The matter of blood bricks and life extension must not be spread out.

"You have to stay in the gang, Rose." Annie's eyes were sharp, and the tenderness just now seemed like a bubble that could not last. "I won't hurt you, but I can't trust you anymore."

The firelight shined particularly brightly on the sharp diamond ring on her finger.

Sparkling and twisted.

She put out her cigar and slowly stood up, looking down at the stubborn girl.

"This is not a child's game. From the time I met you and Mu Lin, we have been walking on the edge of a knife every time. I need to find a way to live for a long time, and I also need to get the magic behind this method, the real..."

The woman's thick lips curled up slightly: "The real ceremony."

"The power of the ritualist."

Now she finally knew the name.

The leader of a lower-class gang, when the storm was raging and the Holy Father was condemning him, he looked up and glimpsed the mystery of heaven.

Power calls lightning and thunder, power controls turbulent flames.

An inferior who crawled out of the mud could one day use her muddy fingers to read the holy book with the words "Supreme Glory" written on it - yes, she could do it!

As long as that gentleman was satisfied.

That Marvolo Heyman.

As long as she completed that task.

Just one gathering, one parade, one shout in unison.

She would have another identity, see another world, another brand new life with the scent of flowers and ink.

The Elephant Gang was just a step that could be crushed to help her step onto this spiral tower.

And Rose...

Anne looked at Rose, her eyes passed through her, and looked at the shadow swaying in the firelight.

"I'm sorry, Rose."

She turned her wrist and threw a violent punch unexpectedly - ! !

Bang!

The girl was almost knocked unconscious by her, her shoulder hit the stove, and she rolled on the ground for several rounds, bleeding.

"I'm sorry you made the wrong choice."

"... Mulin."

The outsider seemed to have expected it.

She pushed the door open, glanced at the girl twisting and moaning on the ground, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped Anne's bloody fist.

Then.

Several women followed in from outside the door, holding thick ropes, and tied Rose up.

"Keep an eye on her, Mulin."

Anne said.

Mulin looked worried: "Rose won't..."

"Of course she won't," Anne shook her head: "That's why I didn't kill her. You know, what we are going to do next is not small, I won't allow even the slightest mistake... Do you understand?"

Mulin didn't answer, just looked at Anne and sighed in her heart.

Strength and hope.

It is something that people like them should not ask for.