The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 219 Ch.218 Come on... lie.

After the protracted darkness comes a deeper darkness.

That's not how the story goes.

Rose followed the path, running her fingers through the thick ash on the walls - this was the stronghold of the Elephant Gang and the home of the original sisters.

Later, it became more and more lively.

It feels more and more like ‘home’.

As dust fell from the sky, Rose walked here alone and saw devastation everywhere.

There was no one here. Most of them were killed in the bombing during the demonstration a few days ago, and a few escaped without looking back.

Others were caught by the Inquisition, resisting or not, and were thrown into the flames alive.

Here she stands.

Can hear carols of joy in the distance.

It was a song by the citizens to celebrate the coming of Christmas, and it was also a tribute to the police who protected the citizens yesterday.

Rose raised her head high and looked at the hazy sky.

The angels in the Book of Eden were shot to death with flaming arrows by mortals on earth, and fell into handfuls of ashes.

The earth is covered with shadows.

Everyone is a son of a bitch.

Men came out of their shells, licking their gold fringed epaulettes, scratching the pustules on their faces, and loudly singing "I love this world";

The women, with their eight-month pregnant bellies and their bodies smelling rancid, laughed beside several men and asked, "Who will be the father of my child?"

This world is exactly the same as the one she has seen since she was a child, and has not changed.

It was a hammer that fell from the sky every day and hit her hard.

As long as she bends down and bows to everyone who doesn't deserve respect.

'I hate this world, Roland. ’

The girl turned her palms upward, trying to catch the gray dust that fell like snow.

However, what fell into the palm was only the other hand.

A black-haired young man in a teaching uniform wore a windbreaker and a fluffy black and brown fox fur scarf, with his hair flowing in the winter wind.

"We should go, Rose."

Roland watched her slowly turn around.

Then, he leaned down, covered his face, and sobbed.

Lillian Rose Vansittart is different from Roland.

The latter's long silent night finally ushered in the dawn, and he had more than one sun - James Jones, Nina Collins, Pugh Collins, Enid Judith, Cherry Chloe...

He has more than one sun.

But Rose had never seen the sunrise.

Diamond Annie had never illuminated her world, but now, someone told her: The invisible sun has never been far away from you from beginning to end.

Her brain was confused, and she always wanted to bite something violently like a child whose baby teeth had just grown in.

She hated herself, but she didn't know what to hate.

Roland listened quietly to her vent.

He was like a sculpture woven with long black feathers: pale skin, honey-colored eyes, and curly hair. Looking quietly at the sobbing girl next to the sculpture in the deep dusk.

She may have lost her candy, or she may have lost her mother.

Both were distressing enough for a young child.

"If the one I love is in hell."

Roland spoke softly.

"Then I will never go to heaven."

He took her hand, pulled her up hard, pulled her into his arms, and buried her in the soft fur scarf to keep out the cold.

"Where are you going, my Lillian, my friend."

There was only a shy murmur in his ears.

"…You blasphemer."

She pushed Roland away, chanted 'friend' repeatedly, and stared at the golden tide.

"We are friends."

"certainly."

"You said you would help me."

"certainly."

"...I want the Heyman family to pay the price, Roland. I want them to pay the price." Rose said calmly: "I have seen that the son of the Heyman family can break a dagger with his finger - I will not let you take the risk, I I won’t even do something stupid that will lead to my own death.”

"Roland."

"Think of a way..."

"Help me...please."

"Annie..."

"Anne can't die like this..."

"In this world...I have no one else..."

She thought to herself, as if she was trapped in a cycle from which she could not escape.

Can a thief be described as "naive"?

It depends on who you compare with.

In Roland's view, Lillian Rose Vansittart was indeed 'naive' enough.

She can cleverly cut open trouser pockets or leather pockets with the thin blade in her hand, and steal what she wants quietly; she is as flexible and soft as a cat, and can climb up to any high place she wants to go, drill into Enter any room she wants to go into - even if the gap makes everyone who sees it shake their heads.

She didn't know how much talent she had, and how much she possessed so that she no longer had to worry about life.

She naively hopes that her mother, sister or master can protect her with multiple identities. At the same time, she can protect the childish and boring fantasy in her heart - the Elephant Gang, a 'family' composed of down-and-out people.

A blessed place where there is always sunshine and no longer need to be exposed to wind and snow.

But in fact, the Elephant Gang is not a 'family' at all.

At any time, there can only be one name there:

A gathering place for criminals.

Although she recognized her identity and often joked about it, Roland had never seen her dare to cut off any living life with a sharp blade.

Her outer shell is that of a lawless and dangerous person, but wrapped in that outer shell, she is just an innocent, ignorant, stupid child who has not yet grown up.

so.

When she bathed in blood, she was shocked to find the blood was hot.

Such a naive person should have drowned in the mud long ago.

No one would be willing to help a useless person who would never grow up.

Except for the blind man.

"Roland."

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Hmm?

"I have to remind you."

"With your current level, facing a high-level ritualist is like challenging a hungry brown bear or an angry lioness on the plain with your bare hands."

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Of course I won't choose the stupidest way.

Roland thought.

The Heyman family.

What are these upper-class people afraid of?

Fear of losing power and that golden thing.

"Little Cake is really pitiful."

"To be honest, I have some memories of Su Yue, which may be able to help you - the kind of method that can "punish" these big men without dying in front of the ritualist."

"But I am a little hesitant."

"The method in Su Yue's memory..."

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Very difficult?

"No, quite the opposite."

"But I don't know if I should teach you, Roland - because this thing... at least in Su Yue's memory, this thing has killed many people."

Roland said nothing, waiting for the flames to flicker.

A moment.

"Forget it."

"Anyway... you don't care about the lives of others, right?"

The flames that emerged out of thin air condensed into characters, depicting stories of hell to the viewers.

"I think that no matter which history - as long as there are humans, this method will always work."

Roland stared at the candlelight in his eyes and murmured:

The story is interesting, wrench.

A bottomless hole.

He grinned.

"Rose."

Roland pointed to the west, and his bright smile was like flowing sticky honey, slowly smoothing the cracks as deep as roots:

"I found a way to make them suffer."