The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 386 Ch.385 Him in the past

"Get away bitch!"

Jam Jones held a long knitting needle and glared fiercely at the other woman in the room.

She didn't know where the strength came from, and she pushed the person against the wall. The big needle was aimed at her neck, and she was about to stab him.

"I'll kill you!"

The threatened woman had smoother brown hair and was smiling sarcastically.

She stiffened her neck and pushed the needle head against her head.

James Jones was so frightened that he immediately retracted his arm.

"...You know what I saw, Jones. Your gadget is a lunatic, you know that?" She was extremely proud, as if she had finally discovered some amazing secret - of course, it was indeed a very interesting secret.

After saying this, she felt the needle on her neck loosen.

So she became even more proud.

"Look, look what you've been doing - you took care of a little lunatic. Would he slit your throat with a knife at night and then hold your head overnight?"

She didn't wait for Yam to curse, and quickly shook her head and changed her words:

"I don't think it's possible at night. You two are quite busy at night, aren't you?"

The vicious words not only insulted Yam Jones, but the venomous mouth also hurt the children she had been taking care of.

James Jones turned his head slightly and looked at the boy who was huddled in the corner, hugging his knees and saying nothing.

He turned his face and glared at the woman.

"Shut your stinky mouth! Marta! Don't let me hear any rumors!"

"Otherwise, when my husband comes back, I will let her rip your scalp off!"

James Jones's threats were in vain.

No matter the needle…

Still a husband.

Everyone knew that her husband had died long ago.

"He'll never come back, Jones."

The woman pushed her, pushed away the sewing needle with her hand, and dusted her clothes, "Give me half this week, otherwise, I will give you a good publicity... How about it? A woman whose husband died, a Half-crazy boy…”

"By the way, do you know how the church and those doctors deal with semi-crazy people?"

Yam growled: "Shut your-"

The woman grinned maliciously, glanced at the boy in the corner, and mouthed to James Jones:

‘Does he make you comfortable? ’

Then, Shi Shiran left.

There was silence for a long time in this small room crowded with more than a dozen people.

Everyone was silent, trying to stay as far away from the incident as possible - especially a crazy kid.

Why hasn’t anyone from the church come to take him away?

James Jones stared at the direction the woman was leaving, gasped several times, and forced himself to calm down.

Then, he smiled and turned around.

The voice is gentle.

"Little Roland."

She also came to the corner and sat down, took the boy into her arms, and let his head rest on her: "She is a bad thing. She wanted to take our bed. I drove her away."

There was a heroic attitude in the woman's voice, as if she had won the dispute just now.

However, no response was received.

"...I shouldn't have told you those stories, Roland."

"You had a nightmare, didn't you?"

"Every kid does this."

"I used to dream a lot when I was a kid, and I even dreamed that the prince climbed in through the window of my room... My room is on the third floor, ha..."

James Jones said to himself.

There were only dozens of rising and falling breaths in the room.

"That's the end of the story of the Knight in Shining Armor, okay?"

James Jones tried to keep his voice as low as possible to prevent the rumors around him from hearing.

"That's it for now, I won't tell you any more so as not to scare you, okay?"

"Just think of it as a nightmare."

Roland raised his head slightly.

His vision was nothingness.

But he always felt that perhaps, a pair of blood-stained pointed metal boots was walking in front of him.

He smelled blood and heard the clang of metal on metal.

"...I said something I shouldn't have said, Yam, it's my fault." Little Roland groaned.

If I hadn't made a mistake, nothing would have turned out like this.

he…

Never tell anyone again.

"How could it be your fault?" James Jones hugged the person tighter, took him with him, and swayed slightly from side to side: "...That is what every child has experienced, and it is not your problem. ”

The clanging sound stopped.

The combat boots stopped in front of him.

Get down on one knee.

‘Front for you. ’ said the knight.

The knight with a rich voice thrust the sword into the muddy ground. Roland heard the blade passing through the earthworms and the sound of the gravy breaking. He heard the hard metal piercing the stone and the sound of the stone splitting.

‘Front for you. ’

said the knight.

What a wonderful world that is.

Who would think this is a curse?

But…

"Roland?"

James Jones found that the child in his arms was in a daze again, and he couldn't help but gently put his chin up. "Don't think too much, you are just a special creation of the Father of All Things, a rare rarity... You are very smart, so the story is especially true to you."

Extremely true…

‘Front for you. ’

said the knight.

Roland shook his head, trying to shake the voice in his head away.

He asked anxiously: "Yam, will I be... crushed to death? Or drown?"

"What? No! Of course not! I will never let anyone hurt you!"

James Jones looked around at the silent people, listening to their breathing, knowing that these ears in the darkness were not asleep.

Perhaps, without her spreading it, these people would tell everyone about Roland's 'abnormality'...

She could not allow Roland to be considered a madman.

He will be taken to places that are dirty or cruel...

My whole life is over.

"I'll find a way," Jam Jones said, "but don't ever say those words to anyone again, okay?"

"Those things you hear and smell are not real, they are all hallucinations, your fantasies."

"Roland, you have to remember: because you are extremely smart, you have hallucinations."

"That wasn't true and it disappeared quickly."

Roland leaned quietly in the woman's arms.

‘Front for you. ’

said the knight.

‘Don’t come again. ’ Roland thought. He hoped the thing could hear him: 'Get away from me. ’

Iron Armor was silent.

'Not again, please. ’

He is weak.

‘Don’t come again. ’

The dull breathing disappeared.

"I will find a way to stop this rumor from spreading, and no one will use dirty means to murder my boy!"

James Jones suddenly raised his voice and said to the whole room:

"I'll go see the trustee soon."

"The truth will be revealed then."

"If anyone dares to make up bad things in private, just wait! Wait for the tiring and dirty work and the whip! I want to see who dares!"

She picked up Roland, placed him on the cold wooden board, and pulled out a rag sheet from the arms of the woman next to her.

"Bring it here! I gave this to Roland!"

The woman said angrily: "He is a man, is he still afraid of the cold..."

"You don't want me to sew your mouth shut with a needle while you're sleeping, right? Since you want to say that Roland is a madman, why not let me show you what a real madman looks like?"

Yam Jones's sharp voice scared her into silence and turned her back to her.

'Two lunatics...' she whispered.

James Jones snorted and covered Roland with the sheet.

"Sleep well, little Roland."

"I'm going to see the director. He has the ability to stop these false and malicious remarks."

Roland held her hand.

"Yam, stay with me..."

Unseen by Roland, the middle-aged woman felt a little sad. There were tears in her eyes, but her words remained gentle: "...I'll be back soon."

"The director will not agree to it." The boy reminded in a low voice.

"He will."

James Jones smoothed his soft hair with his palms.

"Roland."

"I will protect you."