The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 475: What Did Miss Nina See?

Roland felt that what was in his head - no, it should be said that what he saw in his dreams was very interesting.

This reminded him of Wrench's comment on Miss Nina:
'Who knows what she watches all day.'

And when he made his choice and sincerely apologized to the woman in front of him...

"I'm sorry, Miss Wang Mengya."

Select Finish.

The black and white frames in the eyes slowly disappeared.

Roland found that everything around him suddenly became "alive" - ​​as if they were just scenes branded on iron or drawn on paper before, but now they began to come alive.

For example, Miss Wang Mengya in front of us.

She seemed to no longer repeat those formulaic words, and responded appropriately to Roland's answers.

She was frightened.

"…Are you OK?"

Roland blinked, not understanding what she meant.

"It's not necessary to break up."

She put her arms together, pressed down on the table and leaned towards Roland: "It won't happen to you again, Roland."

It would be fine if she just called him by his full name. She could understand that breaking up was a big blow, so it was normal for her to have a reaction.

But, what does 'Miss Wang Mengya' mean?
The Roland she knew was not like this.

Don't rush to pass by. There are many people like this, and they are often seen in the news.

"Are you really okay?" The woman lifted her hair and pushed her phone aside: "Let's not delete each other for now and still be friends in the future, okay?"

Roland rested his chin on his hand and glanced at the glass.

The person reflected in the image was indeed himself.

"I'm fine." Roland's stumbling speech became smoother and smoother, as if he was used to the language. He asked, "What did you just say, hope?"

He is particularly sensitive to this word.

"You still have the nerve to ask." Wang Mengya curled her lips and retracted: "Motivated, motivated, I always promise to do it..."

Roland didn't understand and asked softly: "... Is it the future?"

"Were you poisoned today?" Wang Mengya felt that the man in front of her was a stranger, but she also felt that he was asking knowingly: "We need a place to live, what about a house? Yes, I don't have to be picked up and dropped off by car, the subway is fine, and a car worth hundreds of millions is fine."

"You make six or seven thousand a month, which is enough for you to live on your own..."

"Brother, do you have to consider me?"

Wang Mengya started to get angry again:
"After giving birth to a child, it can't be that a plant relies entirely on photosynthesis, right?"

"I'm not attracted to anyone, I just have a new partner - the problem is that if this continues, I'll be the one who'll be in trouble, Roland, do you know that?"

She spoke a long string of words in rapid succession, allowing Roland to understand the general idea.

Except for some special words, the situation is basically clear.

Roland: "You mean, this body——"

"What do you mean by this body? Are you playing amnesia?"

“…I mean, I don’t have any land or property?”

Wang Mengya was suspicious: "Why, are you going to get slapped in the face?"

Roland: "No silent carriage either?"

"Ordinary people shouldn't have that... Are you doing that on purpose?" Roland's question made the woman laugh.

"My weekly salary... I mean, it's not much anymore, right?"

Wang Mengya looked at him repeatedly and imitated his tone: "Yes, Master, you spend all your money, you know that. We have been together for three years, and your salary has increased by fifteen hundred yuan."

Roland held his chin and stared at the woman for a while.

After a long while, he suddenly asked:

"Why did you wait so long?"

Wang Mengya was stunned.

"W-what took so long?"

"I mean." Roland was puzzled: "I'm probably just a worker, Miss. As a lover, why did you spend three years on me? Isn't this something you can figure out in half an afternoon?"

Wang Mengya slammed the table and said angrily: "Lover?! I'm not even your girlfriend?! Who the hell is your lover?"

Roland:?
"What I mean is: you should have fallen in love with a qualified gentleman a long time ago, miss. You are beautiful, talkative, and look healthy - at least you don't have any physical defects or facial flaws. You can definitely discuss marriage with a gentleman who is a little richer..."

"If you are lucky enough to find true love, it can add a different color to your future life."

"Three years are too precious, Miss Wang Mengya."

Roland's frankness made the woman opposite him speechless for a whole minute.

For sixty seconds, she just looked at Roland.

“…You can’t fix it for me.”

"Miss?"

Without saying anything, she picked up the shell beside her and pressed it a few times.

Roland watched her frown as she spoke to the shell.

"Hello? 120? Yes, my boyfriend is crazy..."

"No, he didn't cut anyone, he... No, he didn't bite anyone. I mean, no, no, he wasn't bitten by a dog either. I mean, he was the weird one... He called me 'Miss'... Yes, yes, I have a legitimate job, I work in IT, yes, yes, I'll tell you the address..."

Roland: ...

"What happened?" he probed.

Wang Mengya didn't say anything, just looked at him, and after a while, tears began to flow.

"Sorry…"

"Ms. Wang Mengya?" "I'm sorry..." The sudden sobbing attracted the attention of the people around, "I didn't know it would be like this... It's such a big blow to you..."

Roland: ...

"I'm not crazy, Miss Wang Mengya?" Roland didn't understand why the more he explained, the more trouble he had to deal with. "There is no lady who doesn't want to marry a gentleman... maybe a little worse, but at least he should be able to guarantee his own life and cover his daily expenses. If he can also explore art in his spare time -"

Hearing these words, Wang Mengya cried even louder.

Where she couldn't notice, the space shook slightly.

Bang.

The door of the café was violently kicked open.

Several strong men in black cleared the aisle and bowed to greet a pale-skinned man.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, had short hair, no beard, was thin, and had the look of an eagle.

When he stepped into the coffee shop, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn—he walked straight towards Roland, his leather heels tapping loudly on the ground.

It seemed as if the band had lowered their hands and mouths and stepped aside to get on stage.

Roland smelled a faint scent of mint.

Just as he walked to the table.

"Can we add one more seat?"

said the man.

His slender eyes with bright black pupils narrowed slightly, and when he raised his head but looked down again, his essential pride and arrogance were revealed.

The woman was frightened.

She watched as the men in black quickly filled the cafe. They were wearing headsets and intercoms - this was not a TV drama, it was a little scary.

"Um, um, man..."

"I didn't talk to you." The man glanced at her with contempt and turned to the silent Roland. "Is this the 'harbor' you found for yourself after leaving me?"

He leaned down slowly.

He placed his hands on either side of the table, with the entire weight of his upper body resting on his arms, moving closer to the man in the seat - his little cat.

"I said, the entire Yancheng is my territory, you can't go anywhere..."

"I'll lock you up. You know the price of lying and betraying me, right?"

——Miss Nina, how many useless memories have you left me with?

Roland was helpless.

"Sir, I don't think I know you."

"Sir?" the man repeated, his thin lips pursed slightly, a faint blush appeared on his pale face: "...I like you to call me that."

He continued to lean forward, getting closer to Roland.

"Stop running."

"You owe me a debt, you will be in a cage for the rest of your life..."

“It completely bears my mark…”

“Every inch.”

As he got closer and closer, Roland's original plan was disrupted - originally, he wanted to take a closer look at what Miss Nina's world looked like.

A little disappointed.

He hooked his finger towards the shiny table knife.

"Sir," Roland dodged to the side. This was not a polite distance. "I think you shouldn't get any closer--"

When the man heard this, he tightened his hands that were resting on the table. Apart from the clean curved dial under his loosely rolled-up cuffs, there were also bulging veins on the back of his hands.

He still leaned forward, testing the runaway man's bottom line with a joking expression.

"Come closer? Are you afraid that I will kiss you in public? In Yancheng, I am——"

next moment.

Roland bent his elbow and knocked his forearm away.

——When a person stands but insists on bending over and supporting the weight of his upper body with his arms.

Without support, he would slam his chin down on the table.

But it wasn't the table that was waiting for him.

It is a table knife held upright.

puff.

The not-so-sharp blade slid smoothly into the flesh, curled up, and pulled out, leaving a line of blood.

The cafe was silent.

His sharp, deep and fascinating black eyes, at this moment, were like a sick woman working at night, scratching the wet and rotten places while looking around - and then, he was chosen by a handsome young man, who generously gave him a thousand pounds tip...

——At this moment, the disbelief in this man’s eyes should be the same as that of the wet and rotten woman.

He covered his neck and tried to look up, but Roland pressed him down on the table.

Blood foam and bubbles emerged from the wound, gurgling from the spring, instantly draining all the strength from his body.

Jitter.

Then stop.

"That's rude."

"The King of Yancheng."

Roland turned the red table knife twice in his hand, lowered his eyes, pushed the chair away, stood up, and smiled at the woman who had already frozen in place.

Then, he pressed the bloody head on the table with one hand, raised the knife with the other hand and shook it at the group of men in black.

"Gentlemen, does anyone know Su Yue?"

(End of this chapter)