The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 479 Ch.478 Experiment Notebook

The wet cuffs were dripping with water.

Roland leaned on the stone table in the bathroom, and streams of acid surged up his esophagus.

He rinsed his mouth repeatedly and wiped his red mouth, trying to wash away the lingering smell of meat in his mouth with water.

Fear, nausea.

The confused emotions made it impossible for the boy who had not seen much of the world to face the scarred human heart. In the panic, a ring clinked on the stone table.

The silver ring echoed crisply in the bathroom.

'ring…'

Roland bent down and picked it up.

He couldn't remember when he wore the ring——

ring?

Silver tail ring…

By the candlelight in front of the mirror, the black-haired boy quietly lifted it up and slowly rubbed the ring surface with his fingertips.

The cold and smooth surface of the ring represents a hint.

Ding ding ding…

Roland placed the ring on the stone surface and polished it several times. After rubbing the surface, the deeper silver inside was revealed.

'Xander...'

'No wonder. ’

The golden eyes in the mirror gradually brightened.

He and Xander had been through life and death many times, and some of their little habits and actions were naturally invisible to the clever and vicious lady.

Because of this, the dreams that were born around her would naturally make Roland's anchor lose its effect to a certain extent.

‘Xander’s dream, her past...? ’

Roland looked around, put the ring back on his little finger, straightened his wet sleeves, and pushed out the door.

The restaurant was empty.

Marilyn 'disappeared' - as if she had returned from her travels just to make her daughter suffer.

Roland glanced at the closed door in the distance. Instead of comforting Xander, he turned around and went upstairs.

Ms. Marilyn's room has always been on the second floor: Mr. Hurt should have been there too, but since he became crazy, he was no longer allowed to go up to the second floor by his wife, and was only kept in the utility room. Occasionally he could go to the living room for some air ( But when she was not at home, Roland and Xander let Mr. Hurt out to have fun.)

There is only one room on the second floor.

The gray, devoid of brightness made the air seem to be filled with an uncomfortable dead silence.

The room was very clean, so clean that Roland mistakenly thought that Marilyn had stayed at home last night: the quilt and sheets were flat, and the chair was under the table. On the counter were cups, pocket watches, newspapers and a few mud-colored wavy dishes filled with odds and ends.

Roland pricked up his ears. After seeing no sound from the stairs, he quietly closed the door.

Then.

Lift up the sheets.

Pull out every drawer and pour things out.

He opened the cabinet, pulled off all the clothes, and threw them on the bed.

The Xander Kratof in this dream was different from the woman he knew - it was difficult for Roland to fool himself by saying 'she was still young' or 'she changed when she grew up': there must be something, Xander changed her as she grew up.

Made her what she is today.

It looks like going to the poor streets to 'raise a dog'.

And what I saw today…

It also confirmed Roland's guess.

Marilyn Kratofer has a problem.

Cinder's mother, daughter of Bishop Gary Kratofer.

Something is wrong with her.

No normal person would do such a thing.

Roland thought and turned over the pages.

It's true that Marilyn doesn't come back often, and the clothes in the cabinet are still from summer.

There were two pairs of scissors under the sheets, and in the bedside table, Roland also found some nail fragments of an unknown person.

The makeup powder and tools used by women were sharp, heavy, and indescribable (how could they have so many terrible props to attack their faces), some scattered necklaces and rings (of low value), and a few invitations.

certainly.

There was something else he was looking for.

A notebook that is not a diary - or rather: an experimental record of a project.

Roland turned over his skirt and cloak to make room for his buttocks, sat down, and opened a small book.

Based on his rich experience, anyone who can write this stuff will not have anything good happen to him.

…

"March of the year."

"It's been half a year since I got 'it'."

"I still haven't made up my mind."

"No…"

"Rather than saying 'I haven't made up my mind,' I would rather say that I'm not crazy enough yet."

…

"One year in May."

"I didn't tell my father and my husband about 'it'."

"But I asked."

"As a joke, I asked other people in the church."

"They said that if qualifications could be increased or decreased, there would be immortals everywhere in the world - who can resist the temptation of underestimating immortality?"

"They thought I was joking."

"I don't."

…

"August one year."

"It's hot."

"Hurt proposed a trip."

"I refused."

"I want to guard 'it'."

"If I lose it, I'm afraid I'll tear out all my hair - just a description."

"But I must not lose 'it'."

"Absolutely not."

…

"September of the year."

"I was thinking..."

"Just thinking."

"If 'it' falls into my hands, does it mean that fate wants me to embark on that immortal path?"

"If I have such an opportunity but don't seize it, I will regret it sooner or later, right?"

"Everything is a decision of fate."

…

"October of the year."

"I have decided."

"But I don't have to go crazy like that. I can just try it out and improve my qualifications a little bit-"

"This way, not only can my father look good, but it can also give Shandel a better future and give my husband a wife that he can be more proud of."

"In the final analysis..."

"I want to try it."

...

"November of the year."

"I used 'it' on my husband-I felt the fullness and exuberance like adding fuel to the fire..."

"It says on 'it'-'the more, will suck away the less'."

"It seems that my husband is indeed a kind person. …”

“I love you, Hurt.”

“But I’m sorry, this may make you forgetful in the short term - but I promise that I will never harm the root, your life and flesh and blood.”

“I will be careful.”

…

“Two years and three months.”

“In just a few months, I have upgraded.”

“Unbelievable.”

“What once made me tremble with cold is now as hot as summer, burning vigorously in my soul…”

“Qualification.”

“Talent.”

“Is that what true geniuses are like?”

“‘It’ gave me the destiny of a genius, I should hold on to it…”

“One more time.”

"A little more..."

...

"April of the second year."

"Something went wrong."

"Maybe 'it' sucked too hard, something is wrong with Hurt."

"He not only started to forget, but also spoke unclearly, incoherently, and behaved strangely..."

"I should stop."

"I can't hurt my husband."

...

"May of the second year."

"I let 'it' suck again."

...

"June of the second year."

"Again."

"I got a ring upgrade."

"Thank the Father of All Things."

"After three months, I got a ring upgrade again - I'm better than the Holy Cross History All the extraordinary ritualists in the world must be outstanding."

"But I didn't show it."

"I'm afraid 'it' will be exposed and taken away by someone..."

...

"July of the second year."

"I sucked it again."

"My body is warm all day long."

"I can feel that even if I take a nap, daydream, eat, drink, or even flirt - my unparalleled talent is always blowing on the flame of my soul, making it burn more and more, pushing me up..."

"Maybe it won't be too long before I can upgrade again."

"Immortal..."

"Is it still far away?"

"Oh, by the way."

"Hutt is crazy."