The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 206 Ch.205 Baby in the Brain

The snitch lady, dressed in tight clothes, was brushing off the dirt on her palms.

She walked in the shadows under the moonlight, like a cat that had just finished a tryst.

Half an hour ago, she and another golden-eyed cat hung a severely decomposed corpse on a street lamp at the crossroads.

It was a thrilling adventure all night, and I still can’t calm down the excitement in my heart.

Oh.

She also took a few valuable items from the coffin.

A jeweled ring, a few small gold bars, and a hand mirror inlaid with pearls.

'I love this life.'

She was like a squirrel in the dense forest, jumping nimbly on bricks and crossbeams, hiding in the shadows from time to time, and occasionally passing through the gaps in the window sills illuminated by the moonlight, softly squeezing herself into the deeper shadows.

'I'm the best handyman in town.'

She remembered the man's serious words and couldn't help but smile.

'Stupid.'

Rose thought.

But, he's a genuine idiot.

Very pretty idiot.

She flew away under the cover of night, heading for the elephant gang's territory.

But she wasn't the only one howling in the night.

A group of women dressed in black and covering their faces with black cloth also walked through the shadows in the alley like her, each carrying a sack and walking very quickly.

'who is it? ’

Rose narrowed her eyes and followed silently.

The good news is that this team is no match for her skills and is extremely stupid in the eyes of Miss Snitch.

The bad news is that their destination is the same as hers.

Elephant Gang.

"Who could it be?"

There are two types of people in the Elephant Gang who are responsible for "borrowing things".

Work during the day and travel at night.

Rose's own "Wire Hook Gang" was of the daytime variety - the highest level, able to pry off the most precious jewels easily in the sun, in the spotlight of men and women.

They are the unique and top thieves of the Elephant Gang.

Most people who are not as skilled as Rose would choose to travel at night.

They used iron sheets to pry open the padlocks, climbed into the house through the windows, and took away all the valuables in the house while the owner was sleeping - frankly, this was not much safer than stealing in broad daylight.

Because at night, patrolmen on the street can easily spot them. At the same time, once caught by the homeowner, these girls will not be greeted with a "good night".

Many gang members had their front teeth knocked out or their eyes blinded while breaking into houses.

Rose followed the men.

'Stupid thief.'

The footsteps are too loud, and the route is not familiar enough - some tiles are loose and make a "dong dong" sound when stepped on. The truly skilled and even superb will never allow themselves to make the slightest mistake before confirming safety.

A bunch of stupid thieves.

There have been a lot of new members joining the Elephant Gang recently, and she can’t recognize them all.

Rose followed them deeper and deeper, and gradually, she began to realize that something was wrong.

This group of people didn't go through the main entrance.

There is a front door with sister handles.

They took a detour, passing through a two-story, abandoned wooden house and taking the less-traveled path.

Side door.

Rose frowned.

This road can also lead into the territory of the Elephant Gang, but it will not alert too many people.

This makes people even more curious.

She tiptoed along, following them into a familiar narrow corridor.

After passing through it, the group entered a wooden house.

Rose felt her way to the window and saw that they had untied the sack and taken out the...

baby.

Babies sleeping very soundly.

Apart from this, there was no furniture in the cabin - chairs, beds, tables or bookcases.

In the middle of the room is a huge green stone mortar that can almost accommodate half a person, and a stone pestle next to the mortar.

The tool that was usually used to pound medicine had now been enlarged several times and turned into a pot-like object that was placed heavily in the ground, creating deep depressions on all sides.

Some dried brown blood stains it.

The stuttering flames illuminated what was to come.

Rose didn't want to describe it.

As the sound of smashing and grinding came from the house, she covered her mouth, almost vomited, and slowly slid down the wall.

Huddle. Boom.

thump.

The friction of stone and flesh.

Friction against still soft bones.

The particles became finer and finer until they were ground into a paste.

Rose retched and retched, her soul tearing at her flesh and blood in an attempt to escape.

The sound of the stone mill in the dead silence was deafening.

Rose vomited it out anyway.

'What the hell.'

She cursed and wiped the sourness from her lips with the back of her hand.

Two pairs of shoes stood not far away, holding oil lamps.

"It's too cold at night."

Anne stood in the light, looking at the girl kneeling in the mud.

She stood with Mulin and had the girl who was vomiting in the mud picked up.

Rose's face was pale. In the firelight, she could see small blisters filled with maggots on Anne's face bursting one after another.

puff.

Explode.

Then soft and plump white maggots flow out.

'We are slowly rotting...'

she murmured.

The heroic and cheerful giant lady in that suburban afternoon turned into a softened, yellowed drawing paper, stuck in her indestructible memory, never to be merged with the hideous monster of tonight.

It was a bad day, but also a happy day.

"Rose." Anne noticed that Rose had been staring at her face and couldn't help but touch it with her hand. "Rose."

She called her name and had the women drive her into another room, sending Mulin and the others away, leaving only herself.

"Rose."

She moved a chair and the stiff girl was forced to sit down.

"Let's talk, Rose."

Annie said.

The oil lamp was placed on the stove, and the light came from below, moving upwards, leaving shadows on the face.

For the first time, Rose noticed that Mr. Anne was very thin.

When did she become like this?

It was as if the flesh and blood suddenly disappeared.

"There's something growing in my head that shouldn't be there, Rose." Anne took out a cigar, bent over, opened the lampshade, and used the flame to smoke the cigarette butt.

She puffed the cigar like a bellows, trying her best to enjoy the aroma of every puff, almost suffocating herself.

"A very troublesome thing... something that's driving me crazy with pain and my vision getting blurry."

She held the cigar between her legs and nodded her forehead with a calm expression.

Rose had never heard of it.

"…What, what is it? Sir? Are you sick? We need to find a doctor. Doctor… I know! I've heard of a particularly good one, I think his name is…"

"Rose."

"What a cliché," interrupted Anne. "You think I don't have a doctor?"

The thing in her head was like an impatient baby in a pregnant woman's belly.

When it cries for the first time, it must break out of the belly.

That thing not only caused her pain, but also made her dizzy, vomit, and even faint from time to time. It sucked her vitality, and while it continued to grow stronger, it gradually led her to death.

It was a cursed piece of flesh.

"I don't want to die, Rose."

Anne lowered her head and rubbed the cigar in her hand.

The firelight baked her face, and a strange light appeared in her eyes.

"I have smelled the smell of death. The smell of decay that even a madman would find frightening..."

"But Rose, who would be willing to die like this?" Anne said softly, "I took you and Mulin through those difficult and dark years. We gradually grew stronger, one person after another joined, and we became a real gang. We left the small town and came to London..."

“We have come this far…”

Anne clenched her fists.

Rose could clearly see the thick calluses and thick joints on the fist.

These fists have protected her, Mulin, and every sister who came after her countless times.

"I don't want to die...Rose."

Anne's firm voice echoed in the cabin.

(End of this chapter)