The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 207 Ch.206 I Just Want to Live
I don't want to die.

Probably everyone who has cared for a dying patient has heard this sentence.

As Rose used a dirty cloth to wipe the discolored thick fluid that kept secreting from her mother's festering skin, she could smell her mother getting smellier and smellier.

When she was torn by her mother's dry and sharp fingers and nails like eagle claws, she shouted with phlegm in her mouth:
'I don't want to die! '

She said the same thing as Anne.

No one wants to die.

If only the world could change as we imagine.

She hopes there will be birds singing outside her window every day.

"Annie." Rose suppressed her grief. In this wooden house, she hoped to return their relationship to that emotional afternoon without deception. "So, you want a living baby, right?"

The woman turned her face to the side, and the half of her face fell into the shadow.

"It's just what you think, Rose."

"I reached a cooperation with a cultist. I crushed them into minced meat, mixed them with some medicinal powder and juice, and solidified them into blood bricks - each piece can be exchanged for a treasure that can prolong my life..."

She opened her hand and showed Rose the crimson diamond-shaped crystal in her palm.

"I have it, and I can live."

"To live forever."

This lady, who had always been respected by the gang members as "Sir" and "Sir", rarely showed a trace of vulnerability. She tried to explain to Rose and tried to find out if this person could understand her.

Rose...

Of course I understand.

Even a pig about to be slaughtered knows to beg for mercy.

People are even more afraid of death.

She didn't know if she could accept death calmly if she became Anne, or if she would fall again and again under the temptation of some living force.

How could she blame Annie for something she couldn't even do?

Rose took her hand and rubbed it gently.

"…I thank you for saving me from the darkness, Annie." She said as she got off the chair and knelt on one knee in front of Annie. She looked up, her eyes still the same color that had not changed over the years. "I thank you, thank you for saving me, thank you for teaching me how to survive."

"I thank you for bringing me out of this small town, giving me sisters, and letting me eat hot meat and drink delicious soup."

"Annie."

"You are as close to me as a sister, as gentle as a mother, and as protective as a brother. You accept my weird and despicable personality like countless relatives."

"I will never be able to escape the dangers of this world, so you gave me the sharpest knife."

"I respect you and admire you."

Rose dropped to her knees and placed her face in her hands, against her knees.

This is a swaddling cloth without blood ties, not a love that is born with us.

'What a wonderful relationship we have!'

The words of those sisters still echo in my ears.

Where are they now? Some died in damp and dark prisons, some died at the hands of hammers and guns of the homeowners.

"I can't say your behavior is despicable - killing a baby in order to survive. I can't say your behavior is sinful - because the survival of the fittest has always been the rule of the Elephant Gang."

She carefully held Annie's hand and slowly clenched it.

"I have troubles, troubles that I can't solve. How should I look at you?"

Rose thought of the sisters who were sent to the banquet, and the crushed flesh and blood, and seemed to see the future Annie - a face full of maggots, damaged and rotten flesh, no longer cold and powerful, but a cowardly and tormented soul seeking survival.

"I understand your pain, Annie. Can you understand mine?"

Rose slowly let go of her hand and stood up little by little.

The emerald green eyes became more and more moistened by the waves of emotions.

She shed tears, took a half step back and bowed.

"Please let me quit the Elephant Gang, Annie."

"starting today."

"I don't work for you anymore."

she says.

"All the property I've acquired over the years is under the bed. I'm going to give it all to you." For the rest of her long life, she selfishly hoped that Annie could really survive in this way.

Even if it's despicable.

But at the same time, she didn't want to see Annie and the Elephant Gang again, or come to this conflicted and painful place again.

"Let me go, Annie."

Rose said.

The cabin fell silent, cigar smoke thinning the air.

For a long time, Anne remained silent and looked at the short-haired girl in tears indifferently.

Unfortunately she said too much.

The matter of blood bricks and life extension must never be spread.

"You have to stay in the gang, Rose." Anne's eyes were sharp, and her tenderness just now seemed like a bubble that could not last. "I won't hurt you, but I can't trust you anymore."

The firelight shone particularly brightly on the sharp diamond ring on her finger.

Shining and twisted.

She put out her cigar, slowly stood up, and looked down at the stubborn girl.

"This is not a child's game. Since I met you and Mu Lin, every time, we have been walking on the edge of a knife. I must get the method to live long, and I must also get the magic behind this method, the real..."

The woman's thick lips curled up slightly: "The real ceremony."

"The power of the ritualist."

She finally figured out the name now.

The leader of a low-level gang, when the storm was raging and the Holy Father was punishing him, looked up and glimpsed the mysteries of heaven.

Power calls for lightning and thunder, and strength manipulates turbulent flames.

A lowly person who crawled out of the mud could one day use her muddy fingers to read the holy book with the words "Supreme Glory" written on it - yes, she could do it!

As long as that gentleman is satisfied.

That Marvolo Hayman.

As long as she finishes that.

Just one gathering, one march, one shout.

She will have another identity, experience another world, and live another new life filled with the fragrance of flowers and ink.

The Elephant Gang is just a step that can be broken into pieces to help her climb this spiral tower.

And Rose...

Anne looked at Rose, then passed her to the shadow flickering in the firelight.

"I'm so sorry, Rose."

She twisted her wrist and threw a fierce punch unexpectedly--!!

Bang!
The girl was almost knocked unconscious by her. Her shoulder hit the stove and she rolled on the ground several times, bleeding.

"I'm sorry you made the wrong choice."

“…Mulin.”

The people outside seemed to have expected this.

She pushed the door open, glanced at the girl twisting and moaning on the ground, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped Anne's bloody fist.

then.

Several women followed in from outside, holding thick ropes, and tied Rose up.

"Keep an eye on her, Mulin."

Annie said.

Mu Lin looked worried: "Rose won't..."

"Of course she wouldn't," Annie shook her head, "That's why I didn't kill her. You know, what we are going to do next is not a small matter, I won't allow even the slightest mistake... Do you understand?"

Mu Lin didn't answer, but just looked at Annie and sighed in her heart.

Strength and hope.

It is something that people like them should not ask for.

(End of this chapter)