The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 301 Ch.300 Helen Menzi

"The conceited kingfisher fell into the trap first."

Roland carefully lifted her long skirt and stepped into the narrow dusty passage.

"Roland Collins has always been dealing with danger. Those dungeons and dense forests with treasures are not so easy to deal with. This crazy hobby has made him pay a painful price."

"His father, mother, his grandfather, grandmother, his wife, brother, son and daughter."

"Those adventures have devoured his relatives."

"'Treasure', this word full of unknowns and fascinating has devoured so many restless souls..."

Insects in the dust fell on his hair.

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If you want my whole family to die, you don't have to figure out a 'treasure'.

"At least I let you live."

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What do you think of the kingfisher?

"The dyed baby boy's **?"

Roland:...

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I mean the nursery rhyme.

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When I was a child, Yam seemed to have told me this nursery rhyme.

‘A clever spider weaves a web, but always waits at the other end of the web.’

At the end of the passage is a cell that is not very wide.

The strange thing is:

This place is different from all the prisons and corridors outside.

There are gas lamps here, on every wall.

It is as bright as daylight.

It is even blinding.

Roland saw living people and dead bodies—the bodies were pierced by golden, needle-like spears that were magnified several times, and were firmly fixed to the ground.

It was riddled with holes, missing an eyeball, and shriveled like a milk carton that was drunk by a poor family. The twisted and broken limbs almost wanted to squeeze the brain out of the eye sockets.

The body was ‘nailed’ to the corner of the wall in a forward kneeling posture.

Opposite it was a high-backed chair like a tombstone.

The thorny thin chain trapped a beautiful woman.

She had a ruddy face, a pair of dark eyes, and long light golden hair.

She tilted her head, her eyes were clear, and her pores seemed to be oozing sweet sweat. Her bare feet were tortured by the dust. When Roland walked in slowly, she immediately curled up and huddled together.

She looked at Roland's eyes without a piece of cloth to cover her like an innocent child.

The white color was not conspicuous in this prison cell full of flying dust and ashes, but it made people feel dirty.

Their eyes met.

The swarm of insects that ate the soul flew into the man's eyes when their eyes met. Following the blood and flesh, they went all the way down, settled in the heart, and reproduced in the internal organs until the flesh and blood were eaten away, leaving behind a plump skin full of offspring.

"Hello, outsider."

She could push a long spear with just her voice, and the invisible scratching circled in the air, slowly fell, tightened, and rubbed.

"Hello."

A crisp and cheerful greeting without any cowardice.

Roland drew out his dagger.

"Why do you point a sword at me?" The woman was puzzled: "I haven't seen an outsider for a long time. Is this the most fashionable way of communication now?"

"I am Vansittart." Roland did not put away the dagger, but just nodded slightly: "What is your name?"

The woman smiled. That innocent smile like a baby was extremely vivid: "I am Menzi. Helen Menzi... You come to my house as a guest, but you don't know the host?"

Helen Menzi.

A cultist who had lured and killed several ritualists, an enemy of the Holy Cross.

"Just to make sure I'm in the right place, Ms. Helen Menzi. I have some questions to ask you - forgive me for being blunt, it seems that you don't need to answer my doubts, right?"

She smiled even more happily.

"Yes, yes, I don't have any. But, what in this world can't be traded?" The woman kicked her feet - but she was tied up by thorn chains, so she had to raise her thumb willfully.

"Let's make a deal, sir who used a pseudonym."

"Pretty, I've never seen such a pretty and exquisite sir in my life - let's make a deal."

She said.

"I know many unknown secrets, those secrets that tortured me and hurt me but I didn't reveal - if you can, I will solve your doubts and tell you these secrets..."

"How about it?"

Roland: "Tell me?"

She finally showed a bigger smile than before: and also showed the shark teeth hidden under her lips.

Sharp shark teeth, soft, snake-like long tongue.

That innocence incited the madness of the opposite sex, rumbling and urging them to destroy her, crush her, and turn her from "perfect" to "lowly".

"Turn off one light, okay?"

She squinted.

The surrounding light was indeed very dazzling - Roland didn't know if this was a special punishment, or for other purposes.

This narrow cell didn't need so many gas lamps at all: even an oil lamp was enough for people to see the corners clearly.

But there were eight lamp heads here.

Three walls, including the top of the head.

Two heads stick out from each wall, like miniature suns, freezing this prison forever in the summer daylight.

"I can't even take a nap, it's too torturous..."

She curled her toes again and pointed at the lamp opposite her, the one next to the pierced body.

"Turn off the light shining directly on me, okay? Let me sleep for a while, just a little while..."

She didn't seduce anyone directly, but she made everyone happy to show off their prowess in front of her, and willingly put their fingers into her trap-like mouth.

Waiting for a click.

"Help me, sir."

Roland was unmoved, expressionlessly raised the dagger in countless suns -

Used the dagger to search, reflect the light...

Blink her eyes.

Woman:...

"You are much more cheap than a cat, really."

This behavior was so sudden and abnormal that the woman didn't react at all, and stared at the light directly into her eyes.

The atmosphere became awkward.

"Normal people wouldn't do this, unless they were blind, or..." Roland was like a nail in place, and he had never moved his feet since he came in: "... or a corpse."

He seemed to be sure that this beautiful woman had a good temper, and he didn't turn the handle, controlling the light reflected by the blade to jump between the woman's left and right eyes.

The woman's dark eyeballs were very strange.

They dispersed to the left and right, and then gathered at the same time, turning around a few times, as if they were familiar with each other, and discussed the direction to look next - only then did they all find the location of the light spot and move with the light spot on their faces...

This scene that was not like a human was enough to make any viewer sweat.

"Time is too long. If it were three years ago, I would not have revealed such a flaw."

The voice came from behind.

The "corpse" that was pierced by golden spears and nailed to the ground kneeling.

The corpse without an eyeball slowly raised its head and said hoarsely: "You are different from those stupid things..."

She saw Roland turning around, and the only remaining turbid eye narrowed a few times.

"I can't see you clearly."

"Come here, come closer..."

Roland was "nailed" in place, only turning his head and tapping the tip of his shoes lightly, letting the sound fill the entire prison.

"The design of the lamp head is very interesting, Ms. Menqi. If someone walks in it, it will inevitably block a certain light..."

"Then."

"The shadow appears."

The clever spider weaves a web, but always waits at the other end of the web.