The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1195 (Ch.1194) Going Against the Current
Gale Mondes knew.

No matter how many sweet words he says, his wife will never remember any of the deep regrets, the pain and promises that are etched into his soul—no matter how many there are.

When they woke up, the sun had risen.

Another new day.

A new yesterday.

He, like a fish swimming upstream, will never be able to leave a memory of 'change' in his wife's mind.

but.

That's quite interesting.

He witnessed his son shrinking day by day, back to crying, and he also witnessed his wife becoming younger and more lively, talking more and more frequently. In the past, he would lose his temper with his wife for her nagging and complaining. Now, he found her really cute.

What exactly did I miss?
又…

How much did we miss?

Gale Mondes went out early in the morning, intending to find some manual labor at the market—the job had extremely high turnover. Those who were working yesterday might die of illness in a few days; fresh young people were always joining, and rotten young people were leaving.

Before he broke his back, he still had some strength...

correct.

Nowadays…

There seems to be an interesting story as well.

After helping the two young ladies load their luggage onto the carriage, Gale Mondes received a few oddly shaped coins. He weighed them in his hand and headed towards the crossroads.

really.

Before long, a man was surrounded by a group of people pointing and whispering.

The crowd gathered for half an hour, and only after he proved to the patrolling police that he had absolutely not done anything dishonorable or stupid like stealing or peeping did the crowd slowly disperse, leaving behind a disheveled man who looked like he was about to be torn into a ball.

"You don't look like a thief to me. What thief would have the guts to grab a policeman by the collar and talk to him?"

Gail stepped forward and struck up a conversation, smiling as she offered him a cigarette.

The man showed no sign of embarrassment as he took the cigarette, lit it, and pulled a box of matches from his pocket.

"You can't entirely blame the police for the stupid things you did when you were young."

He skillfully swallowed the cigarette and blew out a thin wisp of smoke.

"There are even more foolish ones ahead when we go back."

Gail suddenly gripped the cigarette case in her hand tightly.

He stared intently at the disheveled man, from his thick bangs to his sideburns, two wisps of immature curly mustache, to a thin scar on his upper lip.

He stared at him, revealing the answer without any pretense.

"Of course, sir. After all, many people 'shouldn't' know you tomorrow, right?"

After he finished speaking, the man with thick hair looked astonished, almost breaking his cigarette in his hand: "Benefactor! I've dragged others into this?!"

Get involved?
Gail grabbed the other man's arm, tightening her grip like a vise: "What happened! When?! How long is this disaster going to last?! I have a wife! And a son!"

He had read in the few words left by his wife's father that there were some special people in the world—people who had the ability to ignite flames out of thin air.

Obvious.

This hairy man must have done something terribly wrong, which is why he implicated himself.

"...I don't know. Over the years, I've been trying to figure out the conditions to stop that artifact..." The man shook his head, not explaining to Gail what the 'artifact' was.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, quickly calmed down, and easily shook off Mondes's grip, dusting himself off.

"But for you, for a mere mortal, isn't this a good thing?"

He said this comically, and without waiting for Gail's reply, he shoved his box of matches into the other man's hand and turned to leave:
"As the only true believer in the Lord, I will not let my misfortune become someone else's misfortune. Lamb, I will come to you when I have thought of a solution—I suggest you treat it as a short trip...do whatever you want, you should enjoy it, right? For example, make up for past regrets?"

of course.

Even if Gale Mondes were to completely sever ties with casinos, she could still find more 'enjoyment'—life is full of fun, but people's vision is often so narrow that it's only the size of a pinhole.

But this went on for a long time, constantly moving forward...

Gale Mondes wanted to ask more questions, but there was no sign of the man on the muddy road.

…………

"You went to a bad place all day yesterday, and Fino cried all day too."

My wife has reached the most beautiful age.

A woman carrying a baby walks down the street, and the rolling waves around her make Gale Mondes feel like a boat on the waves.

This sounds so familiar.

So familiar with it that whenever it's mentioned, Gale Mondes immediately imagines what will happen next:
That day, he didn't return home all night, going to a nice place to have fun with his friends—and from that day on, he arrogantly believed that with his brains, he could extract chewed, sour grains from greedy mouths.

They stared at him, observed him, and moved closer to him.

He was very pleased with himself.

Like a cat crouching silently in the deep grass, approaching a bird.

—Some traps in this world are only prepared for those who think they are clever.

"I promise I'll never go there again, honey. It's not fun there at all."

Gail whispered his assurance and took his son from him—but he knew his wife would never remember those words 'yesterday'.

but.

Further back, he naturally had no such misdeeds.

A loving couple carried their son through the sweltering heat of the street. The heat ruffled their trousers and skirts, and revealed their soft, glossy, golden hair.

The woman, who had once been torn to pieces by pain, is now covering her mouth and laughing as she points at the street performer.

She looked at the artist, and Gayle Mondes looked at her.

The same two questions remain unchanged for many years:
What exactly did I miss?
又…

How much did we miss?

…………

……

alley.

The sound of a zither.

Expressing love.

A young-looking man presented roses.

A young girl's mere expression of shyness, or perhaps a little more, like snuggling into a man's arms, is enough to make a tough guy pick up a musket and conquer the world for her—or risk his own reckless and arrogant life.

The girl, who had not yet changed her name to Mondes, leaned against her lover's arms.

Omg.

I am so happy.

she thinks.

But she didn't notice that the man's arm stiffened for a moment—twenty years after a period of blissful tranquility, or perhaps, twenty years 'ahead'.

one more time.

He saw that familiar face again.

Twenty years ago, even men with thick hair already had full beards.

This was no coincidence.

He seemed to know Gale Mondes' life trajectory, his every move, and all his intentions—he seemed to have made some preparations and come here specifically to wait for him: on this important day when Gale Mondes decided to express his love to his wife.

I met a friend.

Mondes whispered to his wife.

The girl, who wasn't yet his wife, clearly couldn't handle the intimacy in front of outsiders. She hurriedly pushed him away, glanced in the direction of the bearded man, glared at Mondes, and ran out of the alley, lifting her skirt.

Before leaving, he whispered something to me:
"...I'll be waiting for you at the theater."

They had arranged to go see it today.

"Looks like you've had a good time these past few years." The young man with the bushy beard approached in a frivolous manner, his tone noticeably different—flirtatious?
He also looks younger.

(End of this chapter)