The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 541 Ch.540 Awakening (Part )

A wild beast walks in the metropolis in a daze.

When she was confused, she touched the iron necklace.

Her mother will guide her.

Some newspaper boys ran and jumped around her, singing "black slave barefoot lunatic", and were frightened by her beast-like growl.

A few young men who were hanging around on the streets spotted her and took her to an alley, preparing to commit an illegal act - but they had noses, so they could smell the stench on her body, see her crazy appearance, and her eyes that were as cold as solidified mercury.

They are lustful, but don't want to contract an incurable disease.

So the beast escaped again.

She tried to hide herself in a large barrel at the entrance of the alley, but it was full of water.

When she was found by the lady next door, her body was frozen blue and she looked so stiff and wooden that she didn't look like a living person at all - she was roughly carried out and thrown next to a bucket, and her bones seemed to have aged before her flesh due to the cold, and she was hunched over and deformed.

'Mother…'

She called out.

So the wife was very happy.

'Where are you from, girl?'

Wild beasts can't speak human language.

The beast only stared at the swaddled baby in her arms, the skinny baby with a hungry face the color of straw.

The lady thought for a moment and gently placed the swaddling clothes into the girl's arms.

Sure enough, she began to hum a song and rock the swaddling clothes.

'That's good, child,' she said, 'wait here for me.'

Rolling up the rag, the woman went back into the house.

Her husband was having a day off and was fiddling with his cowhide-wrapped hunting knife.

"There's a fool."

she says.

"What?" the husband asked.

"I said, there is a fool." The wife pursed her lips: "He is right behind."

The husband put down the knife and looked at his wife.

“Why don’t we…” The wife probed: “You said you knew them.”

The husband frowned: "They only want pretty ones."

The wife smiled and clapped her hands: "That's right! Isn't it more convenient to have a pretty fool? She can't even find where her home is - how much money can she get in exchange?"

The husband said to take a look first to see if it looks good.

When the couple came to the barrel behind the house, the man had disappeared.

Also disappearing were their infants.

Wild animals have sharper instincts than humans.

Because people have higher wisdom, they don't need it, and no longer expect it to prevent danger.

Halida relies on this wonderful intuition to travel through the chaotic hell that she thinks is orderly, and the ordinary things that repeat themselves all day long become absurd and ridiculous.

She saw a well-dressed gentleman urinating in the corner. She saw the sweat beads on his face and the frog legs between his teeth.

He used one hand, two hands, and then one hand again.

He shivered as if he was frozen, soaking someone's wooden door, humming a tune, and walked out of the alley with his head held high. He greeted a delicate and beautiful lady and held her friend's hand with that hand.

The Beast wanted to laugh. He didn't know why, but he thought these clothes racks were so beautiful and interesting.

She held the 'picked up' baby up, tilted her face to the side, and listened to his belly with her ear.

It ticked away like the sophisticated mechanical heart of a pocket watch.

Some images suddenly flashed through the fragments of her storm, as if someone was wearing this dress more beautifully and exquisitely.

A crazy woman of low skin color was holding a child and laughing at everyone she saw on the street.

This soon attracted the patrol police.

They tried to capture her, but they were no match for her agility.

After a few turns, the man disappeared.

'Food.'

The baby in the cradle began to cry.

The beast, not knowing where it was, could only move forward by instinct, picking up unwanted boxes along the way or selecting some not-so-sour, shapeless food from the filth and putting it in the cradle. She walked and selected along the way.

There are fewer and fewer people, but more and more trees.

'Mother. ’

She touched the iron pendant which was warm from her body temperature.

It seemed as if he knew why he was guided to this desolate land.

"Brother." She lowered her head and murmured, firmly believing that the child in the cradle was her brother - but perhaps the child trapped in the wooden board in the soil was also her brother.

They don't necessarily have to have just one, and they don't necessarily all have to be in their arms.

His brother was lost and had to stay somewhere until he could find him.

'eat.'

She went into the dense woods and found a place sheltered from the wind.

She used her hands to knead the selected food into a softer paste and spread it into the baby's mouth.

He cried even harder, but she smiled happily.

This is a strong child and he will definitely be healthy when he grows up.

'eat.'

She gave all the gray-black paste to the child.

Eat the things crawling on the ground.

Night soon fell.

Soon, the world became bright again.

Time gradually became blurred. She couldn't remember how many "brothers" she had found - she placed them beside her, hugged them, slept together, woke up together, and ate together.

The iron pendant on my chest was burning hot all the time.

This means mom is satisfied.

'I took good care of my brother and I,' she thought.

However, she felt that she was getting older and older, and the ballads she sang were becoming more and more hoarse. She vaguely saw some green stars floating in the night mist, and heard someone calling whose name.

'Halida.'

She was a wild beast, so she was sharp-sighted, so she knew that the person might be trying to steal her brother.

She's not what she used to be.

She should lead the charge and protect her brother like a real cheetah. She can dodge the opponent's blades nimbly and walk among the bullets and roars in an almost absurd way. There is only mud and blood on her face, and an endless fountain of confidence.

She was not afraid of plots in the dark or fights in the open. Regardless of whether she was short of food and drink, she should have enough strength to protect herself and her brother, and ultimately take the other person's life.

She fancied herself to be such a creature.

But she backed off.

The fear is still there.

Even though she felt she was 'different', she still let herself, her mother, and her brother down.

She crawled like a dwarf who had been beaten for hundreds of years, groaning and begging for mercy, holding her brothers in her arms, pinching her mother's iron necklace, and trembling.

She seemed to be returning to that bottomless darkness, reliving that cold morning, the moment when her breath exhaled the thick fog, and the heart-wrenching days of separation from her mother.

Yes, she wanted to relive the pain again, wake up completely, and tell herself that she would always be the barefoot slave with nothing.

then.

She woke up.

In a warm, rough room.

Someone looks at the returnees who have crossed the sea of ​​sleep and dreams with eyes as hot as a deep kiss. There are flowers blooming in his voice. If you hear it once, you will never have to buy roses again in your life.

"Good day, Halida."

He said.

"I didn't know that I needed to read such a thrilling story to find a maid."

Halida moved her fingers, her eyes blank.

The warmth of another person coming from her palm was like the scorching sun blowing away the fog, making her fall deeply into the airtight and solid embrace of her mother one day.

She arched her lips upwards, but all that came out was a distorted bark.

She saw him smile.

(End of this chapter)