The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 564 Ch.563 I had no choice but to be a maid
Blood dripped into the flames.

Let the white smoke pass through the ring...

then.

"Then I drew aside the veil of mystery and caught a long glimpse of true beauty."

sizzle.

A strong stench suddenly exploded in my nose.

The skinny woman's cheeks were tight, and her bulging eyes stared at the dying red flames in the charcoal basin, her teeth chattering as she cursed someone's name.

Failed.

She put the collar over the charcoal brazier a few more times, trying not to waste the last wisp of smoke that was about to fade into the air.

More and more disappointed.

She was like a dried date, bloodless, dehydrated, hunched over in the bedroom like a mummy, pacing back and forth around the wide charcoal basin.

"…Impossible…They told me that this is how it should be…"

creak.

There was a slight crackling sound outside the bedroom.

That was the sound of the soles of her shoes stepping on the 'trap' - ever since she 'mastered' this unique 'mysterious skill', someone had already told her:

You can use it to find a hapless person, and after completing the ritual, you will become younger and more charming.

This ritual will not actually harm anyone's life, nor will it turn people into alcoholics who feel uncomfortable and itchy all over unless they take a few sips of alcohol.

It works flawlessly…

It's just a little illegal.

Ge Lin quietly threw the collar into the charcoal brazier, grabbed half a piece of parchment on the table, stuffed it into her chest, pushed open the bedroom window, and looked down.

Swallowed.

Second floor.

You won't die if you jump down.

嗏

Is your leg going to be broken?
She had no money, and she didn't dare to hand her legs to those butchers with hand saws...

If it does break...

Green!

Green!

Didn't you already decide that if any noise was made, you would escape without a trace?
This is not a joke.

Once caught, you'll be locked up for a few months at least...right?

Jump?
still…

No, no no.

wrong.

Maybe there was no one there at all, just rats?
Those rats running around might bump into the debris?

Ge Lin stuck her head out again and looked downstairs.

The road was paved with gravel. It was the time when people were leaving get off work, and the road was bustling with people coming and going.

then.

A woman fell from the sky?

She pricked up her ears, covered herself with half a curtain, and hid her breath in her lungs.

wait…

creak.

creak...

This time, she heard it clearly.

Clearly.

It's the sound of human footsteps.

Jump!
Jump now!
It's the police!
They just don't want us to learn this kind of skill, for fear that the poor will become young!

They must hide it, and lock it tightly in a cabinet, with a golden lock and a silver key!
Ge Lin had finally acquired this magical skill at a huge cost, and she could no longer be thrown into jail - her husband had already "sacrificed" his life for her, so who could save her?
The skinny woman was like a corpse who had forgotten what a "window" was. She groped for the low cabinet, slowly put one leg on it, and straddled the window.

I started to hesitate again: Maybe I can wait and see.

If the police really came, I would still have time to jump down.

But if it's not the police, but the rent collector...

Then didn’t I break my leg for nothing?
She used her fanciful flat head to create many colorful lines to soothe her fear and confuse her reason. She stared at the bedroom door that connected to the corridor with her mouth slightly open like a dog seeing shit.

soon.

The copper handle was carefully unscrewed.

——The person who came seemed to be more cautious and more afraid than her.

A pair of brown stone patent leather barrel boots.

Then, another one.

The crimson satin petticoat with white dots, the puffy leg-of-mutton sleeves and the cinching undoubtedly modified her shoulders and already thin waist - making her look even more slender and graceful.

This relatively high-end and expensive maid uniform is not often seen in the East District.

Ge Lin did have some vision. Compared to the black and white ones, this one was made of luxurious materials and had exquisite weaving. In addition, the person wearing it was excellent enough, which made it look even more masculine and upright.

Ge Lin leaned against the window and was stunned for a few seconds.

The maid who came in was the same as her.

Both of them seemed extremely surprised by each other's behavior.

Ge Lin looked at her, glanced outside the door, and quietly retracted the leg that was straddling the window.

only…

A maid?
"who are you?"

In the next ten seconds, she heard the funniest answer in her life.

"I am a police officer, I am a police officer..."

then.

"Wang!"

Anyone who has never kept an animal knows what animal's mouth should make this sound.

Ge Lin's face darkened and she slowly exhaled the fear that was building up in her lungs.

one…

A bastard! A slave!
What police?!

No wonder they said that those black people couldn’t even see the mud thrown out by their heels…

Policemen.

Pooh!
This is the kind of guy the master at Scotland Yard employs?

Would they get drunk and send their lovers out to catch thieves?
Green's confused mind didn't have time to ponder the symbolic meaning behind this maid uniform, and what the relationship between the police and the maid was.

She rushed towards her in small steps, full of anger!
Using all his strength, he pushed her shoulders, pushing the maid to the ground.

Not moving.

"…Miss, you…you have committed a crime…you shouldn't…you really shouldn't use this…" The maid rubbed her fingers together, pressed them against her belly, and begged with her head down: "…don't, don't make mistakes again, or else…"

Ge Lin glared at her, swung her arm and slapped her loudly!

Snapped!
This time, it finally worked.

She covered her face with her hands, and a look of fear appeared on her hated face.

Under Ge Lin's glare.

She slowly...

Squatting on the ground.

"Pooh!"

The woman covered her heart with the parchment scroll, opened the door and ran away without looking back.

She stepped on the broken glass scattered all over the living room, walked through the corridor, stumbled and pushed aside the clothes hanger that blocked her way, and pulled open the half-closed door with force.

Then, he looked into a pair of golden eyes.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

He was a tall, dark-haired man.

He wore a pitch-black windbreaker that almost blended into the shadows, and held a well-maintained silver-ringed cane.

The last frost of late winter was vaguely on that dazzlingly handsome face. When she pulled her chin inward, Ge Lin could clearly see the lake of honey that was so sticky that it seemed impossible to get rid of it once you touched it...

In fact, she did stand still along with time for a long time.

The shriveled woman covered her chest with her hands, staring blankly at the "brilliance" in front of her, trying to say something.

However, just as she pursed her lips, she was kicked hard in the lower abdomen by the tip of a boot from the side!

The enormous force forced her to bend over and back into the house - she howled in pain, fell down, and rolled on the floor covered with irregular glass fragments, with many wounds of varying sizes on her face.

She began to bleed, and her organs seemed to be no longer in their original positions - they were churned into porridge in her stomach, and she shivered with pain.

but…

She never even glanced at her honey lake.

The man stepped over the debris with his thick boots and went straight into the house.

The gray-haired girl who had just kicked her followed him obediently like a servant.

"so…"

"Halida."

Roland walked around the bedroom and looked at the dark-skinned girl who was standing there with a slightly red face.

She clasped her hands on her belly, her face expressionless, showing disgust, and at the same time, she tried to tell Roland by raising her chin...

I, just now, really was very impressive.

"I, I scolded her!"

"She's farting."

Roland: ...

It seemed as if Shandel had known this would happen. He walked over with his hands behind his back, rested his chin lightly on Roland's shoulder, and whispered something in his voice like a little hook quietly tickling his ear.

"At least she can still serve as a foot warmer...right?"

(End of this chapter)