The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 23 Ch.23 Night Raid

Roland couldn't remember which day it was, which quiet night, and which time he went home alone.

After the children dispersed, Alice walked with Roland for a while. Now, he was alone on the way back.

But he didn't worry about encountering any danger.

The people here are very friendly-to be precise, they are friendly to each other.

Why would a match seller rob a paper box pastemaker?

Two people can't even afford a good soap with their pockets.

Roland tapped his cane.

The whole city stood in his eyes, and the stone houses were like strange sea rocks washed by white waves.

The streets were sparsely populated. In the East District, night often comes earlier than other places.

People turned off the lights, but did not sleep.

They breathed the night air and waited quietly for the sunrise.

The scattered red fire heads were held in the mouths of the men, shining when sucked, and white smoke floated out.

The wild dog dug through the garbage, dug out the bottles, and rolled away with a clang.

Before the deafening gunshot, Roland thought that this night was no different from any other night.

Then...

Bang.

The sudden gunshot twenty feet away made the white sound waves swallow up strongly, covering the sky and the earth, blowing the whole night into a day under the scorching sun.

The dazzling light spread in circles like waves, mixed with strands of blood-red ripples.

As the gunshots continued, he heard violent hisses and shouts.

Roland was startled and stopped.

He saw a human hand "flying" out of the alley.

Then, there were continuous gunshots and roars that were not human.

The blood color became more intense.

A man in a black windbreaker stumbled and rushed out of the alley: he was missing an arm and his entire sleeve was torn off. He was holding a silver long-barreled pistol in his left hand and ran away in panic.

"Save me--"

He saw Roland standing there, and with a target in mind, he rushed over shouting.

"You can't outrun it."

The text was a warning.

It?

Before Roland could figure it out, the man had turned around and shot.

Bang!

Bang!

In the moonlight, the bullets flashing silver light penetrated the thin wall, some flew to unknown places, and a few hit some flesh and blood creatures.

Not very accurate.

The roar appeared again.

Roland also saw 'it'--

A 'human hand' with white bones breaking through flesh and blood came out from behind the wall: a spider-like humanoid creature, judging from the drooping red long hair and the curvy figure, the corpse was probably a woman.

Half of her face was rotten, revealing the bones, and her limbs were also rotten to varying degrees.

But she crawled very fast.

Its limbs have sharp bone spurs, which can climb the wall; there is no tongue in its mouth, and the spiral shape is full of wriggling saw teeth.

Bang!

The bullet missed and hit the railing on the second floor, splashing sparks.

The monster stepped out of the red waves.

"Help me!!"

The man who rushed over had short hair, and blood flowed from the gaps in his forehead and right arm, flowing sparsely on the path, leaving a bright red reflection.

He grabbed Roland's collar, stumbled and pulled him into the dead end beside him, crushed several bent clothes drying poles, and fell into the wet quilt with Roland.

Roland struggled to open it, helped him up, and leaned against the wall.

The blood could not stop spraying out.

"Save me..."

His breathing became more and more rapid, like a bellows: "Quick... Quick, take it..."

Maybe he didn't know that Roland was blind.

He turned the gun around, stuffed the handle wrapped in black bandages into Roland's hand, and ordered forcefully: "Pull the trigger, if it comes, pull the trigger!"

"Sir, I'm a-"

"Pull! Trigger!!"

He roared and started coughing again, and his toughness turned into begging: "...Pull the trigger, kid, come in front of me. Listen to me, that thing is dying... It can't take two bullets... It has to hit..."

Roland pursed his lips, took the slippery weapon, and looked back at the alley.

Click...

Click...

The ring-shaped sound mixed with red became clearer and clearer.

That thing is approaching.

From the wall.

Click...

Climbing down.

Fast.

Roland subconsciously held the handle of the gun with both hands and blocked the injured man.

The dark clouds covered the moon.

The sound suddenly stopped.

The moonlight was reflected in the golden eyes.

There were only two quick breaths in the alley...

Bang——

The wall was suddenly scratched, revealing a layer of green brick powder and gravel!

Then, the shadow rushed towards him!

Roland pulled the trigger decisively!

Click.

Click.

His fingers subconsciously folded a few more times.

Roland felt like he was falling into an icy lake.

The gun chamber...

was empty.

No bullets.

The next moment, the monster with bared fangs and claws slammed heavily on Roland, crushing him.

Then, the monster swung its claws and pierced into the ground, just brushing his ears!

Gravel flew!

While struggling, Roland saw that the man's expression became extremely indifferent.

He took out a cross-shaped pendant from his collar, clenched his palm into a fist, put it on his chest, and silently lip-synced to Roland.

'Sorry.'

He seemed to know everything.

Roland pushed and struggled.

His limbs drew the last of their strength from despair.

‘I can’t die here. ’

In a panic, he took out the porcelain shard he bought from Rick Rich from his pocket and stabbed it into the monster’s eye socket with all his strength!

Swish——

It let out a piercing scream!

A stream of deep yellow pus sprayed out from its eye socket.

Roland hugged its arm with all his strength, pushed the porcelain shard with his fingers, and sent it completely into the zombie’s brain.

Then, he rolled on the ground, using his hands and feet to flip into the garbage dump——

The next second.

The claws swung wildly!

It turned upside down and chopped on the wall like several blades!

The clanging sound was endless.

The sparks and gravel were like a rainstorm.

He saw the man recite a long passage, the blood on the wound on his right arm coagulated, and the golden light on his palm overflowed and formed, condensing into a golden knife in the night.

Like a sun at night.

He became agile and flexible, holding the knife in one arm, ducking to avoid the claws, and kicking the monster against the wall.

Then, he stretched forward!

The sharp blade stabbed into the monster's heart!

It struggled, and the bone spurs left blood marks on the man's body, but the man was unmoved, watching the monster struggle quietly, listening to its roar getting lighter and lighter, and its limbs waving slower and slower.

The scars became more and more, and the amplitude became smaller and smaller.

Until, it stopped moving.

At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground.

The golden weapon melted at some point, and the thin light mist surrounding his side also disappeared in the moonlight in an instant.

"... Good job, kid."

He coughed up blood, and the wound on his right arm that was bitten off returned to "normal" again - blood gushed out again.

He was like a tattered rag fluttering in the wind, and blood mud was seeping out of the torn clothes.

"You did a good job."

His lips were pale, and he was so weak that he couldn't even lift his arms: "I am Meselt from the Supervisory Bureau..." He gestured to Roland to open his coat.

In the inner pocket, there was a thin glass tube as long as a little finger.

It contained one-third of a tube of rose-red liquid.

Roland took out the test tube and watched the other party open his mouth.

"Pour it in...then...go to the church...go to the police station...ask for help..."

It was now very difficult for him to even open his mouth. After the blood ran out of his body, his face turned pale, and his voice was intermittent: "Hurry...the reagent can keep me going for two more hours, enough for you..."

Roland raised the test tube and shook it gently in the moonlight.

The strawberry juice-like liquid even had a few bubbles.

Very bright.

Like sticky flesh and blood.

"…What are you doing! Hurry up…"

Roland found his cane in a corner, picked it up and twisted it, but it was not broken.

There was a hole in his clothes, and there were different degrees of wear and tear on his knees and buttocks.

There was a lot of blood splashed on his work boots.

"…You…you…"

The man was getting weaker and weaker, his face and neck were misaligned, and he twitched slightly.

Roland felt like he was a fish on the shore.

Struggling to death.

He came to him with a cane and stared at him for a while.

Then, he sat down beside him.

He hugged his legs and rested his chin on his knees.

"Me...Sert, sir?" Roland said softly, his dusky eyes staring at the tip of his shoes, "It's too dangerous."

"Ahem...save...save..."

"How do you want me to save you?" Roland suddenly turned his head and stared blankly at the dying man. "I dare not trust you anymore."

The man looked at his out-of-focus eyes, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"...This...necessary...sacrifice..."

Roland held the tube of medicine, looked at it, opened the man's coat, put the test tube back, and clamped it.

Until the moonlight sprinkled in the alley, adding a corpse.

"But I can't be the one to sacrifice, sir."

The figure under the moonlight murmured to himself.

He held his cane and went to the police station.