The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 555: Complex Alien Species and Complex Judge
After Roland left, everything returned to silence.

Enid sighed softly.

She didn't know how long she had to wait, or how much time she had left to enjoy the hard-earned warmth.

On the one hand, she was reluctant to let go, as that cold and cruel soul was like a dagger piercing her internal organs; but on the other hand, she was also very clear that at such a time, she had to maintain "restraint" and move forward slowly with the river.

Otherwise, this warmth would no longer be a candle flame that dispels the darkness for her, but a raging flame that accidentally falls into the dry forest.

'Treasure everything you have now, and beware of unnecessary greed.'

Enid stared at the fairy in the bottle who was also staring at her, and whispered softly.

She had known for a long time that her end would come sooner or later, and that her current fate was chosen by her own hands, rather than being pushed forward by the waves.

She shouldn't complain...

original.

But now, after she truly enjoyed the warmth brought by the fire, her flesh and blood, which were no longer cold, gradually began to squeeze the soul that had redeemed them: Why not?

They asked.

Enid was a little reluctant to give up this kind of life.

If it can last three, five, ten years, she will want fifteen, twenty, thirty years.

Even she wanted 'forever'.

This is greed, like Mason Lyle, and like most people.

The more intelligent creatures are, the greedier they are, because they know this sentence: Why not?
"You are giving off a lovely scent."

The genie in the bottle suddenly spoke.

Its twisted face kept moving, trying to let its nose penetrate the crystal bottle and smell the refreshing fragrance of Enid's soul.

That is an unrealistic desire...

It is naturally able to satisfy human desires.

It was born for this and never gets tired of it.

"You know, I can satisfy you, woman." The fairy stretched out his sharp claws covered with mud, carving sharp marks on the bottle wall that made people's teeth ache: "If it's just a little greed, I can satisfy you... just a little soul."

"Don't you humans love 'trading' the most?"

Enid was not in a good mood when facing creatures other than Roland. She raised her chin and glanced at the goblin: "An alien species. An alien species that is of no use to humans."

The goblin was not angry, but laughed: "That's right. You humans always like to use this method to distinguish everything - useful to humans, useless to humans. This is a bit like the doctrine you compiled - sacred life, right?"

"You say 'sacred life', and then you eat cattle and sheep, enslave dogs, train eagles, and catch fish. At that time, are they 'sacred'?"

"You slaughter your own kind...are they 'holy'?"

The goblin moved slightly closer to the bottle wall.

"I think only yourself and things that are useful to you are 'sacred'..."

Enid nodded in approval: "What's the problem with this, alien. Do you know why we can do this?"

The woman with cold eyes finished speaking and slowly leaned down.

In the firelight, the crystal bottle reflected a face covered with frost like a winter forest.

"Because we rule the world, xenomorphs."

"We, not you."

The goblin tilted his head: "I can understand it. It's like one part of you enslaves the other part of you - oh, that shouldn't be called 'enslavement'... although in my opinion there is no difference."

The closer the distance was, the more it could feel the scorching and terrifying power emanating from this female human.

This makes it even more hungry for its soul.

"The aliens don't have such thoughts. We are born because of humans, and we will die because of humans. You see, we are supposed to be your friends, just like you said - 'gadgets' that can help you. And you? You just need to give us a little affection, just like the condescending affection you give to cats and dogs..."

The goblin said.

"But some people turned us into enemies out of selfishness."

"Who is the scary creature...?"

Enid interlaced her fingers, rested her chin on her hands, and listened quietly.

"I don't like that man just now." The goblin suddenly changed the subject: "I don't like him. He has a smell of 'justice' on him - hatred and hostility towards us. He has alien blood on him, just like you... what are you called, Burners?"

Enid smiled but said nothing.

"I do not like him."

The fairy glanced at the woman and said unhappily, "Of course. If I don't like him, it proves that you should like him more, right?"

It began to insult Roland. It used all the dirty words it had learned from Mason Lyle to insult Roland, saying that he would be the enemy of the aliens, that he was a monster, that his hands would be stained with blood in the future, that flames would fall with every step, and that he would stand on the opposite side of the aliens.

He was strangely angry and said something like this. If it were an ordinary executive, he would have been furious and denounced the alien for his meanness.

Simultaneously.

I value Roland more.

Regrettably.

Enid is not your average executive.

Although she was not as good as some ritualists of the "Wonderful Objects" and "Destiny" paths, to Roland, to a certain extent, she did possess a power that was more accurate than divination and prophecy.

Even as time goes by, this 'power' becomes less and less, and more and more vague.

"You're helping him."

The woman with her fingers crossed looked at the frightened little monster with a smile.

No, it's not panic anymore.

It is a complex emotion mixed with fear.

"You can see that I am of a high status and I am also his lover. I hope that one day I can remember today's conversation and stand up when he is suspected - Fairy, although I am very grateful to you for protecting my Roland..."

Enid said.

"But you're still going to die."

She picked up the bottle and said to herself, "The monster in the bottle cannot exist. Aliens like you are too dangerous... Roland's identity must not be exposed..."

The goblin screamed like crazy!
"How could I let my own kind suffer! No alien species would hurt each other!" It ran around in the bottle like a mouse with its tail on fire: "If you value him! You should value him more! He is different... different! He might... maybe...!"

The goblin suddenly stopped moving.

Its two glass-like eyes bulged outward, finding a trace of disharmony on Enid's face.

It discovered a secret.

Right now.

"you!!"

It trembled: "You!!"

Enid nodded with satisfaction: "Ah, that's right. I, Enid Jutia... Do you want to know my name? Before I die?"

"No! You're not 'Enid'... No! You're also 'Enid'... No! No! You... I don't know... No! You're not! You're definitely not!"

The goblin covered his head, his mind confused.

It finally understood where the 'inconsistency' lay.

No wonder.

No wonder she dared to shelter an alien species.

No wonder.

"You're afraid of being discovered! No wonder... No wonder you locked yourself in this cage! You're no different from me! Woman! You're actually——"

The goblin watched in horror as Enid pinched the cork of the bottle.

"Anyone who encounters the 'Genius in the Bottle' will have the same thought," Enid gently turned the cork, "and that is - 'The monster in the bottle must not be released'... This is undoubtedly a blind spot in thinking that is difficult to detect..."

"And actually."

"This is the way to kill you."

The cork made a sour friction sound against the tight bottle mouth.

"Pull out the cork and set you free..."

boo.

When the air suddenly rushed into the crystal bottle, what was commonplace to humans now became the most vicious acid.

They began to corrode the goblin, causing it to melt bit by bit in the candlelight.

"I will protect the 'baby bird'..."

She whispered softly into those unwilling eyes.

then.

Put down the crystal bottle with only a layer of purple mucus left.

"That's my love... idiot."

(End of this chapter)