The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 77 Ch.77 Visitors

"I met a boy on Fleet Street."

After the living room was quiet for half a minute, Roland spoke.

"I know, you are talking about guarding." Fernandez knew all about Roland's experience: "Compared to this lady, our approach to the East District is slightly different - you wouldn't think that they have What a high-level social experience.”

"The vultures of the Supervisory Bureau are indeed a good example to deal with those stupid people who push for the next opportunity and are greedy and lack knowledge."

"A household that has to save food and drink does not need to be guarded."

"Rather than being wasted and idle, I don't think there's anything wrong with what inspectorate detectives or consultants are doing."

“If I’m really being picky, maybe they left a little less money.”

"That's it, Roland."

Fernandez's point couldn't be more obvious.

"Alien species are the enemy of mankind."

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What are you going to say again.

"When are you going to kill that goblin?"

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I don't have this plan, nor do I have the ability.

"'A person who is approached, chosen, or even responded to by a different species is inherently problematic.'"

"It seems that the stupid guy is right."

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Miss Nina once told me: think with your own head.

"The result of your thinking is: shielding a goblin?"

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I've never seen a goblin.

"Damn blind man."

"What about...the other alien species? What are your plans?"

"Just like that goblin, turning a blind eye?"

"Or fulfill your duties as an executive and destroy them?"

"Or, kill the cruel ones and spare the friendly ones?"

Roland was a little suspicious.

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You seem to be concerned about my attitude towards alien species.

"…causal talk."

Roland touched the handle of the gun, collected his thoughts, and waited for the time to come.

After the pendulum swings for the thousand, two hundredth time...

Of course, he didn't have to count them.

"One thousand one hundred and ninety-seven..."

"One thousand one hundred and ninety-eight..."

"One thousand one hundred and ninety-nine..."

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Wrench, my head hurts.

"Shhh."

Just as the clock was ringing, ripples spread rapidly from the window and broke into the house.

Roland heard it.

knocking.

There was a very gentle knock on the door, and it was a polite person who came to the door.

Knock knock——

It also deliberately paused for a moment, as if carrying a gift outside the door to calm its breathing and adjust its clothes.

Later.

Knock knock——

Two more knocks.

Fernandez quickly stood up, came to the end of the corridor, drew his gun and pointed it at the door.

Click——

The pendulum hangs in the air, swings up to the left and then falls.

Click——

The pendulum hangs in mid-air, swings up to the right and then falls.

It will never be quiet again.

Knock knock knock!

The tapping became more rapid.

Then…

Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong -! !

Fernandez's expression did not change, he raised his arms and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the wooden door that was knocked. At the same time, he moved his feet, turned sideways, and slowly opened the curtains.

He saw it.

It was a tall and thin figure, nearly ten feet tall:

It wears some kind of white mask with a bone-like texture, and there is nothing on the mask.

The limbs are long and slender, and the nails are about four or five inches long and sharp.

It is like a piece of cloth in a hurricane, or an erratic shadow, slender and sharp, dancing in the night.

Xander came to the window and stood side by side with Roland. Suddenly he lowered his arms and held his hand, and squeezed it very hard.

"See with secret, Collins, as best you can. "

"We will protect you."

"do not be afraid."

"Executives can be cunning, ruthless, and vicious."

"Only don't be cowardly."

In Fernandez's admiring eyes, Roland gritted his teeth and shook his hand gratefully.

As a captain, he is happy to see such behavior from his players.

Roland, Xander, and Fernandez, as expected, the three of them will live and die together for a long time.

Pale words suddenly cut down from the curtains and occupied the center of Roland's sight.

"Why don't I feel that you are afraid?"

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I'm really scared.

"fart."

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Appropriate acceptance of help from others can help deepen the friendship between each other.

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Also, I should really block you peeping tom.

While Roland and Wrench were talking to each other, Kate Pacetti poked her head out from the second floor surrounded by servants.

"Mrs. Pasetti, you can't come down yet."

Xander soon discovered her.

Of course, just like Roland's previous fruitless negotiations, the other party would never listen to a young girl.

"I want to see it with my own eyes."

The hostess showed quite amazing courage at this moment.

She pushed away the servants, leaving only the older maid to support her and accompany her to the window.

Glancing outside.

The next second, she immediately covered her mouth and breathed out:

"What is it doing?!"

yes.

What is it doing?

The black shadow under the moonlight, in front of everyone...

Here comes the dance.

The terrifyingly slender black torso was twisted and stretched to extremely weird angles. It stretched its arms outwards, padded its sharp claws, and spun in circles.

dance.

It danced in the moonlight as if no one was around.

And when it turned and jumped, performing those extremely difficult movements in the wind, circles of waves suddenly surged from under its feet and pushed towards the villa.

They did not hit the dazzling solid wall, but easily penetrated it.

"I never dared to look outside..." Pasetti responded to Fernandez's inquiring eyes and explained in a low voice, "Who dares to anger a monster? Mr. Devinson? I, I also have the courage for the first time today... What is going on?"

Fernandez looked at Pasetti in silence for a long time, slowly turned his head, and continued to stare at the shadow outside the window.

The dance continued.

The crow did not send any signal.

Very good.

The longer the observation time, the better it is for them.

The dancer continued to dance.

It danced more and more passionately.

Swaying alone, making a "click-click-click" sound, the long and thin body seemed like a black mandala twisted and blooming under the moon.

Spin.

Spin again.

It gets bigger and bigger, and the pace gets faster and faster.

Roland feels a hint of heat on his skin.

It should be…

Someone gathered the firewood and lit the bonfire.

Someone bit off the cork, rudely put the bottle into his mouth, watched the wine spill, and laughed.

Someone waved his hands wantonly, and walked towards the bonfire amid laughter and shoving.

He left a shadow, and then danced and jumped like a mischief.

People formed a circle, sat on the ground, clapped their hands, and sang.

Civilization gradually faded away.

The primitive and wild lives were flushed, throwing away all the common customs of various places. Along with the crackling of the firewood and the singing, it was not only the blood that boiled, but also the sweat on the bodies of men and women, and the wine in the bottles waved in their hands.

They proudly linked their shoulders, some blew smoke rings, and some were pushed onto the stage by others and joined the dance.

Gradually…

More and more people jumped up.