The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 479 Ch.478 Experimental Record Book

The wet cuffs were dripping with water.

Roland leaned on the stone platform in the bathroom, feeling a stream of acid rising up his esophagus.

He rinsed his mouth repeatedly and wiped his mouth until it turned red, trying to wash away the lingering taste of meat in his mouth with water.

Fear, nausea.

The confused emotions made this boy, who had never seen much of the world, unable to face the broken human heart. In a panic, a ring fell on the stone table with a clang.

The silver ring echoed crisply in the bathroom.

'ring…'

Roland bent down and picked it up.

He didn't remember when he wore the ring -

ring?

Silver pinky ring...

With the help of the candlelight in front of the mirror, the black-haired boy quietly raised it and slowly rubbed the ring surface with his fingertips.

The cold and smooth ring surface represents a hint.

ding ding ding…

Roland placed the ring on the stone and rubbed it repeatedly. After the surface layer was broken, the darker silver inside was exposed.

"Xandel..."

'No wonder.'

The golden eyes in the mirror gradually brightened.

He and Cinder have been through life and death many times, so naturally some of his little habits and actions could not be hidden from the clever and vicious lady.

Because of this, the dreams that were born around her would naturally make Roland's heart anchor ineffective to a certain extent.

"Xindel's dream, her past...?"

Roland looked around, put the ring back on his little finger, straightened his wet sleeves, and pushed the door open to leave.

The restaurant was empty.

Marilyn 'disappeared' - as if she had returned from a long journey just to make her daughter suffer.

Roland glanced at the closed door in the distance, and instead of comforting Shandel, he turned around and went upstairs.

Ms. Marilyn's room has always been on the second floor: Mr. Hurt's room should have been on the second floor, but since he became mentally ill, his wife no longer allowed him to go up to the second floor. He was only locked in the utility room and occasionally allowed to go to the living room for some fresh air (but when she was not at home, Roland and Cinder would let Mr. Hurt out to have fun).
There is only one room on the second floor.

The grey, dull interior made the air seem to be filled with an uncomfortable silence.

The room was clean, so clean that Roland even wondered if Marilyn had stayed at home the night before: the quilt and sheets were flat, the chair was under the table, and on the counter were cups, pocket watches, newspapers, and a few mud-colored skirt plates filled with miscellaneous items.

Roland pricked up his ears, and when he heard no sound from the stairs, he quietly closed the door.

then.

Lift up the sheets.

Pull out every drawer and pour out the contents.

He opened the closet, took off all his clothes and threw them on the bed.

The Shandel Kratov in this dream was different from the woman he knew - Roland could hardly fool himself by saying "she was still young" or "she changed when she grew up": there must be something that changed Shandel as she grew up.

It made her what she is today.

It's like going to the poor street to 'raise a dog'.

What we saw today...

It also confirmed Roland's guess.

Marilyn Kratov has a problem.

Shandel's mother, the daughter of Bishop Gary Kratov.

Something is wrong with her.

No normal person would do such a thing.

Roland thought as he turned the pages.

Marilyn didn't come back often, and the clothes in her closet were still summer clothes.

There were two pairs of scissors under the bed sheet, and in the bedside table, Roland also found some fingernail fragments that belonged to someone unknown.

Women's makeup powder, tools that were sharp and heavy and had unknown uses (how could they have so many horrible props for attacking the face), some scattered necklaces and rings (of little value), and a few invitations.

of course.

And what he was looking for.

A notebook that's not really a diary - or more precisely: a lab notebook for a project.

Roland flipped up her long skirt and cape to make room for her buttocks, sat down, and opened her little notebook.

Based on his rich experience, anyone who writes this kind of thing will never have good luck.

……

"One year and three months."

"It's been half a year since I got 'it'."

"I still haven't made up my mind."

"No…"

"Rather than saying 'I haven't made up my mind', I'm not crazy enough to do that."

……

"One year and five months."

"I didn't tell my father or my husband about 'it'."

“But I asked around.”

"As a joke, I asked other people in the church."

"They say that if talents could be increased or decreased, the world would be filled with immortals - who could resist the temptation of longevity?"

“They thought I was joking.”

"I don't."

……

"A year and eight months."

"It's hot."

"Het suggested going on a trip." "I refused."

"I'm going to guard 'it'."

"If I lose it, I'm afraid I'll have to tear out all my hair - just describing it."

"But I absolutely cannot lose 'it'."

"Absolutely not."

……

"One year, September."

"I was wondering..."

"Just a thought."

"If 'it' falls into my hands, does it mean that fate wants me to embark on the path of immortality?"

"If I have this opportunity and don't seize it, I will regret it sooner or later, right?"

"Everything is a matter of fate."

……

"One year, ten months."

"I've decided."

"But I don't have to go that crazy. I can just try it out and improve my qualifications a little bit—"

"This will not only make my father look good, but also give Shandel a better future and give my husband a wife that he can be more proud of."

"In the final analysis..."

"I want to try it."

……

"November of the year."

"I used 'it' on my husband - and I felt it, like adding fuel to the fire..."

"It says on it - 'The one who has more will suck away the one who has less'."

"It seems that my husband is indeed a kind person..."

"I love you, Hurt."

"But I'm sorry, this may make you forgetful for a short period of time - but I promise that it will never harm the root, your life and flesh."

"I'll be careful."

……

"March of the second year."

"In just a few months, I was able to upgrade my ring."

"incredible."

"That which once made me tremble with cold, now burns like summer heat in my soul..."

"Qualifications."

"talent."

"Is that what true geniuses are like?"

"'It' has given me the destiny of genius, I should hold on to it firmly..."

"One more time."

"Just a little more..."

……

"April of the second year."

"There was a small problem."

"Maybe 'it' sucked too hard, something is wrong with Hutt."

"He not only started to forget things, but his speech became unclear, he was confused, and his behavior became strange..."

"I should stop."

"I can't hurt my husband."

……

"May of the second year."

"I let 'it' suck it again."

……

"June of the second year."

"Again."

"I've upgraded my ring."

"Thanks be to the Father of All."

"Three months later, I was promoted again - I am more outstanding than all the extraordinary ritualists in the history of the Holy Cross."

“But I didn’t show it.”

"I'm afraid 'it' will be exposed and taken away by someone..."

……

"July of the second year."

"I sucked it again."

"My body feels warm all day long."

"I can feel that even when I'm napping, daydreaming, eating, drinking, or even flirting, my unique talent is constantly blowing on the flame of my soul, making it burn brighter and brighter, pushing me to keep moving forward..."

"Maybe it won't be long before I can level up again."

"Immortal..."

"Is it still far?"

"Oh, by the way."

"Hurt is crazy."

(End of this chapter)