The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 122 Ch.121 Memory
Charles Chloe walked slowly, and his words were as slow as his pace.

It seems that he spends a long time thinking before every sentence.

"…thirty-seven days ago at 2:41:06 PM."

He tilted his head and looked at the trees in the cemetery that had been ravaged by the cold winter.

"He crept into the room on the carpet, sent the servants away, and asked for my help."

"To be honest, he didn't need to use this precious potion. He could have sent the woman to a mental hospital. But I took into account that there are always people like you who like to meddle in other people's business... and my son is a cowardly, irresponsible waste..."

Roland narrowed his eyes.

"So I gave him a potion to ensure her relief."

"A bottle I got from a friend."

Charles Chloe turned his head and stared at Roland, a smile slowly creeping onto his face, "Ah... that medicine is an amazing masterpiece."

"There is no antidote. Even if it is not the Death Month, the ritualists can't do anything about it."

"It will destroy the spirit of the person who takes it little by little."

"It filled her head with bug-like fantasies, I mean, like bugs."

"Slowly chew, chew, chew..."

"At first, she just heard some rustling noises..."

"Slowly, everything became different."

Charles Chloe's face became distorted in Roland's sight.

“She could barely sleep.”

"She'll be itchy...very itchy..."

"It's like worm eggs have hatched deep inside the ear, right next to the brain..."

"A bunch of crawling bugs...that can never be caught..."

"It's itchy."

His eyes widened as he glared at Roland. The corners of his mouth also lifted higher and higher as he smiled...

More and more terrifying.

"She would feel something attached to her brain, crawling around quickly and non-stop..."

"At night and during the day."

"Wow, wow, wow..."

"Click... click..."

"So, I am doomed to die," said Nina.

She was lying on the bed in a dark room. "Crack...Crack...My blood was sucked away, my brain, my memory, my spirit, my soul..."

"Click... click..."

Nina whispered softly.

Roland sat in the dark, hugging his knees.

"How much time do I have, Miss Nina."

"It's not much. You have to find it as soon as possible..." Nina paused: "...I heard it again."

"What?" Roland asked.

"Click... click..."

"Ms. Nina." Roland called out, "Are you okay?"

"I'm not well," Nina said. "Turn on the light, little blind man. I... I... do you hear me?"

"What?" Roland asked.

"Click... click..."

Roland stood up by feeling the wall, carefully walked to the head of the bed, bent down, and turned on the gas lamp.

The dim light illuminated the room to a limited extent.

In front of Roland's nose.

A man with sunken cheeks and his eyeballs almost popping out of his sockets.

He was bending over with an exaggerated smile, looking at him with his head tilted.

"Click... click..."

He said.

In an instant, Roland's hair stood on end!
His scream died in his throat, and he dodged backwards almost as if running away, then fell heavily to the ground.

"䱱——"

"Who are you?!"

The man slowly stood up, adjusted his cuffs leisurely, and smiled kindly: "If you can remember why you can see me..."

"You should know who I am."

Roland frowned.

he…

Can he see?
when?
"A treasure is lost."

"It belongs to me."

He said.

"How to do?"

He took a step forward.

"what should I do?"

One step forward.

The light was not bright enough to illuminate his side, and the smile in the shadow was extremely terrifying.

The tall and thin shadow on the wall was hunched over, looking down from above, and gradually approaching Roland.

"what should I do?"

he asks.

“…You should kill the robber.”

"Oh..." He took another step forward. "But I don't know who the robber is."

Roland used his hands and feet, shrinking and retreating until he had nowhere to retreat - he was forced into a corner.

"Then find it! Find the one you suspect!" Roland shouted loudly.

He became more and more frightened.

The man hardly looked alive, and the strange smile on his face seemed like a mask made of human skin.

"Yeah, look for me to suspect."

He said.

Head down and through the shadows.

His cheeks were hollow and his forehead was lined with wrinkles.

"I'm looking for it."

Everything around me started moving forward very quickly.

One second, Roland was sitting on the floor. The next second, he was standing in the mud, staring at the burning old house.

In the blink of an eye, we were back on the carriage.

The picture is moving forward quickly.

he…

Where is it?

This is... This is my...

"Roland!"

The white flames barely condensed into shape within sight.

"Roland!"

Someone is calling him.

The picture is still moving forward quickly——

In the chaotic banquet, he faced the cultists with a gun in hand.

The bullets pierced through flesh.

melt.

solidification.

A sharp stream of blood pierced his abdomen.

church.

hospital.

Shandel Kratov…

Cherry Chloe…

Fernandez…

Randolph Taylor…

He remembered.

This is his memory.

In memory of Roland Collins.
-
wrench!

"Roland! Quick! Find a way! He's reading your memory!!"

Roland looked at the man with his hands behind his back and a smile not far away, gritted his teeth, got up, drew out his dagger, and rushed over!
"Roland! Quick! Think of a way! He's reading your memory!!"

Roland looked at the man with his hands behind his back and a smile not far away, gritted his teeth, got up, drew out his dagger, and rushed over!
"Roland! Quick! Think of a way! He's reading your memory!!"

Roland looked at...

and many more.

I just...

Didn’t you just…

Have you done this?

"Roland?"
-
wrench?

"Hurry! Find a way! He's reading your memory!!"

time…

His time was constantly being reset.

Just then, Roland saw Charles Chloe slowly turn his head.

She gave him a chilling smile.

"If time does not permit, you will never reach me, child."

"Let me see if the 'White Veil' killer is acquainted with you... it won't take too long..."

The memory races forward.

Fernandez.

carriage.

Puhu Collins in the druggist's shop.

Enid sits in her office with her coffee - memory...

Suddenly stopped here.

His blood seemed to be burning.

A name.

His name burned on a piece of paper.

The flames startled the woman who was holding her coffee.

She turned back suddenly, her eyes burning.

Her gaze seemed to penetrate Roland's memory, penetrate the "field", and fall directly on Charles Chloe.

The sudden explosion of golden flames was dazzling.

Blazing, above it, in...

The memory is burning out of thin air.

It is like sparks, one after another, more and more, and denser and denser.

The raging flames gushed out from the ground, and the flames rolled endlessly like waves in a sea of ​​fire.

They gradually condensed into a bouquet of light that could not be looked directly at.

then.

Someone stepped out of the light.

Her black dress was stained with fire, and was blown by the heat waves, fluttering like a fire butterfly dancing with the blazing light under the scorching sun.

Click…

Click.

Heels tapping.

"What are you going to do with my men, Charles."

Enid came leisurely, embraced by the golden flame and carried through the ever-changing and chaotic memories.

"You know what happened to my poor child, Enid Jutia. I was only going to go around the Golden Book and check it out on the shallow end."

There was no smile on Charles Chloe's face anymore. When he was illuminated by the scorching sun, there was only vigilance and... a hint of imperceptible retreat on his face.

He seemed to be looking directly into the midday sun.

"You also said it was 'maybe'."

Enid replied nonchalantly, pacing over to Roland and blocking him.

Charles Chloe sighed, expressing his helplessness at her unreasonable behavior: "I will not allow anyone to tarnish the honor of the Chloe family in an indecent way, Judge Judia."

"Chloe's honor?" Enid folded her hands, a little curious: "...How come I didn't know that your family has this thing?"

"When did you get it?"

Roland: ...

(End of this chapter)