The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 390 Ch.389 The Door to the End

Yam Jones could never imagine what kind of torture her child suffered during the time when Roland was taken away.

Just like she would never forget what happened on the ice three days later.

That dusk, that silent evening, she followed Miguel not far or near, watching him trick the silly girl out and lead him all the way to the ice lake - during this time, Miguel turned his head to look at him with an unclear smile. she.

'This is what happens. ’

he said.

The cold in winter can always chill your heart and blood.

Yam just followed, followed, all the way through the backyard, through the shadows of bushes and trees, towards the outskirts.

That frozen lake.

The girl was led to the ice and ordered to close her eyes obediently and raise her head.

‘Don’t listen to him! Silly girl! ’

Yam hid behind a tree, almost going crazy.

What should she do?

Stop him?

Then, die together with that girl?

But, what about Roland...?

She is now watching her die...

The girl handed her slender neck to Miguel.

A well-maintained dagger was inserted straight in, even long enough to pierce both sides.

Hot blood spurted out from her neck, sprayed all over Miguel, and sprayed onto his white teeth and smiling face.

He held the dagger and swung the girl from side to side like she was holding her collar. He turned around to say hello to James Jones.

He's crazy.

But in this life, no one will go crazy.

"You see, this is the disobedient one. She's not going to be stabbed to death by 'Mr. Miguel' - she's going to have to die in a better way, don't you think, Ms. Jones?"

The man who was talking to himself dropped the body and the dagger on the body, got off the ice, and struggled to remove a sharp stone as big as two heads from the dense bushes.

Hold it up in front of the girl.

It was smashed down in one fell swoop.

The human skull is hard, but the face is not.

Miguel exerted too much force, and he was staggered by the stones, and fell to his knees on the ice.

There was only a muffled sound.

No one knows anymore who the girl who was stabbed to death was. Her face was disfigured.

"This is a bad move -" He wiped the blood from his face, and when he was about to turn around to talk to Yam, he found that the woman was staring in the other direction with fear in her eyes.

Miguel looked along.

At some point, a boy came onto the ice, not far from him.

That familiar face filled with the fragrance of gold pounds.

"...Roland?"

Miguel took out his handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and stood up without leaving a trace and walked towards the trembling boy: "How did you get here?"

He approached slowly.

"Who asked you to come?"

Getting closer.

"What did you hear?"

At this moment, a sharp shout came from behind.

"Run! Roland! Run!"

James Jones rushed onto the ice with his skirt in hand, but fell down first. He struggled to crawl and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Run! Roland! Run behind you! Don't look back!"

But little Roland was frightened.

Fear made him subconsciously hug himself, squat down and then hug his knees, retracting his head into his arms.

He was frightened.

Because he heard something he shouldn't have heard.

"Don't worry, kid. I won't hurt you..."

Miguel unbuttoned his cufflinks, and the tense muscles on his face trembled unnaturally, making him look even more ferocious.

"I won't hurt you..."

If a person is blind, what should he be afraid of?

But he will sell him as soon as possible.

The closer he got to the boy, the stronger a terrible addiction grew inside Miguel.

Everyone should be afraid of him, just like this kid -

Click.

A crisp crack.

It was a crisp sound that made Mr. Puppet stand frozen in place without the winding key at his waist.

This only lasted half a breath, a very short moment.

The ice underfoot, which had been specially polished thin, could not withstand the trampling of an adult man and broke instantly.

The cold lake water surged over his leather shoes, ankles and trouser legs, swallowing him up all at once.

thump.

He didn't even have time to say 'no', he just 'snacked' or 'hummed', and after letting out a meaningless surprise, half of his body fell into the lake.

Then comes the chest, shoulders and neck.

Only two arms were stretched out, and the hard nails on the tips of the fingers were firmly grasped on the soft and crisp ice.

But he was swaying and falling.

The rapids are blowing him, and I want to take him with me and never look back.

"Yam! Come on, come and give me a hand... Quick!! I can't get up——"

It's hard to imagine that a cruel monster that takes pleasure in destroying people could emit such a fragile and beautiful wail.

Roland hugged his knees and slowly raised his head.

"Child, come on, come and give me a hand..."

Miguel was full of expectation, wanting to hear footsteps coming from behind or in front of him.

All he saw was a pair of cold eyes.

A dry, uninhabited desert.

The yellow sand poured into the boy's eyes, dispelling the feeling of overestimation.

"Little, little Roland...Yam? Yam?! Damn it, you-"

It was extremely quiet on the ice.

The frozen lake does not bloom until spring.

By then, I don’t know who will find a soaked corpse.

"You are Yam's husband."

The boy hugged his knees and tilted his head slightly.

"How could you hurt her?"

People don't always like to pay attention to their feet. The more you think you are tall and have everything under control, the less you pay attention.

Such as the old priest.

For example, Mr. Miguel.

And a child with unusual hearing can do so many things.

The ice was truly quiet.

There were several blood-stained scratches left in the loosened snow. In order to survive, some people would rather press their fingernails until they were opened or peeled off, exposing their flesh and blood, rather than give up.

"But the lake loves him."

Roland murmured.

Soon, he was slapped firmly by Yam who rushed over.

Snap——!

But before he could respond, he was hugged tightly into his arms again.

"You can't do this... Roland... you can't do this..."

She said words that the boy could not understand, and cried more painfully than ever.

"It's all my fault...it's all my fault..."

"I thought he could help you...I thought...it was my fault..."

Little Roland rubbed his nose against the thick skirt that scratched him so much that he felt relieved, and his soul returned to his flesh and blood.

The boy struggled to release a hand and touched Yam's face, filled with hot tears in the winter.

"That's life, Yam."

He returned these words to the person who loved her, and then looked over her slender shoulders at the man who had witnessed the entire incident.

The one with black hair and golden eyes, his grown-up self.

The world is getting gray.

still.

"You see, when Yam and I are together, we always encounter big and small problems," the boy said.

Roland put his hands in his windbreaker and stepped onto the ice.

Looking at my former self.

"But that's not right."

Little Roland sneered: "The most correct thing to do is to give her money and keep her away from me. Roland, it's too dangerous to be around you. You know the power of ritualists, and you know that they can make a person die quietly... or die It leaves you helpless.”

"Like Cherie Chloe."

The boy's handsome face was full of malice when he first saw it: "Don't you know very well?"

Without comment, Roland came to his childhood self and reached out to grab his collar.

Drag him away.

"You should send money every month like you used to do - what made you sway? Your stupid uncle, or 'we should live together', oh, that's great - then you'd better die together Are you ready?"

"When you have completed your mission, open the door to your home."

"Yam's head and old Collins' head are on the table."

"Brilliant, Roland Collins."

"When the time comes, it will all be your fault."

"Family boy."

The boy bared his teeth and claws, struggled, and kept yelling.

However, Roland just dragged him step by step to the ice cave where Miguel fell.

lay down.

Kicked him down.

"She will die...she will die in front of you..."

"It will all be your fault then..."

"You shouldn't have let her get close to you...you already left...you should never contact her again..."

"You shouldn't come back...you shouldn't write to her again..."

The boy with golden eyes stared fiercely at himself on the water until his death.

Until swallowed by darkness.

"I often regret it."

Roland knocked on his shoes, turned on his toes, and walked towards the still Yam who had his arms around him.

"Let me see."

"It's better that we die together."

He bent down and whispered into the woman's ear:

"You think so too, right?"

"I admit I was wrong...but I change things quickly, Yam."

Otherwise, what's the point of living like that?

The still world was shattered inch by inch like the thin ice he had chipped away at.