The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 183 Ch.182 He provoked me first

Through the shoddy hood.

The platform is like a long and isolated island. Standing on one side, you can see the people on the other side across the "sea" - densely packed rails and sleepers separate them.

The train stopped right next to Roland, within his reach.
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How does this thing move?
"Did you see the back of the car?"
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Ok.

"When it starts, there will be several Enids secretly pushing from behind."

Roland: ...

There are several small wooden houses built next to the platforms.

People waiting for the bus can squeeze in and at least get a seat for a while.

Roland had no ticket and was just wandering around the recently launched one.

He saw many people walking into the station carrying luggage or with their wives and children.

About ten minutes passed.

A man in a felt hat leaned out of the carriage. His eyes stayed on Roland for a few seconds, then he looked into the distance, and after a moment, he looked back.

A few more minutes.

Roland heard a loud and long "hiss" -

He also became excited.

I don't know why, there's no reason.

It was as if the sound awakened something unknown in his blood, or even deeper.

He looked forward to it, staring at the increasingly roaring steel behemoth, the crystallization of human wisdom.

He wanted to see how it ran.

At this moment, shouts were heard from a distance.

The voice was urgent.

"Wait--"

"Please wait--"

"Wait a minute——"

Roland turned around and followed the sound.

A train catching...

Oh.

acquaintance.

He was carrying a black leather suitcase that was several times larger than an average suitcase and was wearing a wrinkled suit.

There is no hair on his head, and the hair on both sides is fluttering in the wind.

Mr. Edward Snow.

Roland still remembered his pair of round gold-rimmed glasses.

He was running and shouting, with a woman following behind him.

“Sir, sir! Please…woof…! You…woof, you can’t…woof…can’t…” She was wearing a rough, arm-baring long dress that looked a bit like a circus costume, and her pale silver eyes were almost filled with anxiety:
I want to reach out, but I don’t dare.

Edward Snow ran back and waved his hands impatiently.

"I know...I know! But I'm not sure when I'll be back. Miss, can you wait until I come back?"

"But I...Woof! But I, but I can't even know where you...Woof...Woof...where you...are...Woof..."

The more anxious she became, the more her twitches became and the more unclear her words became.

Obviously, people who were rushing to catch a train had no time to wait for a strange woman who looked unremarkable.

He took a few quick steps, trying to get rid of this trouble, but found that no matter how fast he accelerated, the woman still followed him steadily.

"Perhaps your family has contracted some disease. I would be happy to help, provided you wait for me to come back."

As they got closer and saw that there was still some time before the start, Edward Snow slowly stopped jogging and took a few breaths.

He brushed off his wrinkled hem, pushed up his glasses that were about to fall off, and said quickly, "…I can't guarantee where I'll live. You'll have to ask when the time comes."

These words left the black-haired, brown-skinned girl speechless.

she…

How does she find out?

With whom?

"Just ask around." The doctor didn't understand how difficult the word 'ask around' was. He waved his hand impatiently and turned to get on the bus.

Then he saw Roland.

The leather shoes stopped.

"Mr. Collins?" He looked up and down, then left and right, and saw no one else. "Where are your friends? Who left you standing here alone?"

He frowned and headed in the opposite direction of the carriage.

"It's not safe here. If you step on empty space and the train is about to depart, you will be crushed into several pieces by the wheels. I'm not threatening you. You will still be conscious and you can even see your severed limbs twitching with your own eyes."

Roland: ...

This doctor is really the same as before.

Not likable.

"I'm here to see off a friend, Mr. Snow. The person accompanying me will be back soon, so you don't have to worry."

Edward Snow stared at the tip of Roland's shoe, then looked at the edge of the platform, as if calculating in his mind how many wrong steps Roland would have to take before he would be crushed into pieces.

"Your friend was quite unworthy of his duty, leaving an invisible person alone on the platform."

Roland smiled and pointed to his ear: "I just heard that there seemed to be a lady."

"Yes, miss." Edward corrected Roland expressionlessly: "A patient's family member, or a patient." He turned to Halida and said, "Wait for me to come back, miss. Not only do you have to inquire, but you also have to make an appointment - we have to follow the rules, right?" Halida was worried.

Now, in addition to 'inquire', there is a new word.

'reserve'.

She was just an employee of the circus and her acquaintances were limited to those in the circus.

It's not easy for her to come out once.

Who should I ask?

Are they the workers hurrying on the road, or the young men smoking on the street?
How to make an appointment?

How much does it cost?

"Since she is a lady, I'm sure you will understand her difficulties." Roland said in a gentle voice: "Miss Taylor has changed a lot recently. Randolph said that this is all thanks to you."

At the mention of Beatrice Taylor, Edward's face lit up.

perhaps…

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly... for half a second.

Gone in a flash.

"That's what I've always advocated. Patients like Taylor never need to be treated with a knife or boiling water. If the human body is viewed as a machine, then Beatrice Taylor's condition is like a problem with a part—"

Roland wondered: "If there is a problem with the parts, shouldn't we open it and replace it?"

Perhaps Roland, who was "not wise", finally asked a constructive question, or perhaps this was a question that he could answer.

In short, Edward Snow finally laughed 'truly'.

He was no longer in a hurry to drive the car. He calmed down and explained to Roland in detail: "First, we currently do not have the technology to replace the 'parts'. Secondly, Mr. Collins, if there is a stone stuck in the gear, we should open the cover and find the stone."

"But if it's just a 'defective' gear, and there's no stone stuck or anything else - and the machine can run perfectly..."

“Does this still require opening the lid?”

Edward Snow's rhetorical question may also be a soliloquy:

"…Perhaps, we were heading in the wrong direction from the beginning. We should try to adjust the speed of this machine - perhaps at a certain speed, with a certain uncommon power, after a special adjustment - this strange machine can adapt well and be no different from other machines."

"That's exactly what happened with Beatrice Taylor."

Roland listened quietly, took a step back, and bowed slightly: "You are the best doctor I have ever seen."

Edward Snow is back to his expressionless self.

He moved his hands, pulled out a pocket watch from his pocket, and glanced down at it.

then.

"With all due respect, Mr. Collins. Have you seen any other doctors?"

Roland: ...

“Hahahahahahaha!”
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Well, he provoked me first.

Roland pointed to his eyes and said, "When you come back, I may need your help. My eyes, Mr. Snow, can see faint shadows."

Edward Snow was struck by lightning as if by these words. He stepped in front of Roland and grabbed his wrist tightly.

It was as if I had seen something incredible.

“…You, you can actually see it?!”

"I mean, 'faint shadow', Mr. Snow." Roland shook his wrist and broke free. He then nodded and slightly opened his lower eyelids: "...but I found that the shadow was very blurry."

Vague.

This word is not professional enough, but it can make professionals instantly aware of the problem behind it.

Edward Snow lifted the suitcase in his hand and found that it would take a long time to open and close it, so he simply took off his glasses and gave them to Roland.

He was excited and excited, looking at Roland, waiting for Roland.

Wait for him to speak.

"how is it going?"

"...Indeed...it seems to be true..." Roland frowned, gently pushed the doctor in front of him away, and then looked around - pausing for a moment in each direction.

This took some time.

Then he turned back.

"It is clearer indeed, Mr. Snow."

Snapped--!
The doctor slapped his thigh suddenly, which scared Halida.

"Wait for me to come back! Mr. Collins! You must wait for me to come back! Never, never, never do anything to your eyes! Do you understand?! I mean, anything!"

Snow kept muttering to himself, clearly giving Roland instructions, but in the end he ignored him, lowered his head, carrying the box, immersed in his own thoughts.

He could hardly hear anyone talking, and he kept mumbling like a possessed man, backing away step by step.

Until it hit the carriage.

Until he bumped into someone in the carriage - the man in the felt hat happened to come out and patted Snow on the shoulder.

He shouted, "It's about to start!"

But he was still immersed in this wonderful puzzle of 'the blind man regaining his sight'. He was like a blind man, staring at the ground, turning stiffly, raising his free left arm stiffly, and groping for a long time before he finally grabbed the columnar handrail in the carriage.

Next, lift your left leg and take a step forward.

Next, lift your right leg and take another step higher.

During this time, Roland and Halida both watched the man who was obsessed with thinking with a worried look on his face. He staggered and stumbled because of his poor eyesight, bumping into the carriage and the extended shelves. But even so, he still didn't come back to his senses, and didn't even say goodbye. He just disappeared in the carriage little by little, like a zombie.

Roland silently put on his gold-rimmed round glasses.
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Do I look like a doctor?

"You look like a very mean handsome man."

(End of this chapter)