The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 685 Ch.684 The Joyful Song in the Clam Shell
Through a friendly and in-depth communication with John Anchel, the leader of the Bad Boy Gang, Roland understood what had happened.

The general process.

Someone tried to sell him the "art of the invisible".

Not to mention the reasons, how can a mere mortal have the influence of 'dismantling' and 'opening'?

He did not perform this ceremony himself.

"Do you still remember what the man who sells spells looks like?"

In the room, Roland sat on the only sofa, tapping his silver-faced cane gently.

To his right was Cinder, and to his left was the silent couple—and the arrogant, bruised-faced gang leader lying on the bed.

Although he broke an arm and lost two teeth.

His eyes were still fierce and scary.

"I don't know, sir."

He just spoke more politely, perhaps because no one could harden their heart in front of a gentleman with the appearance of Roland Collins.

"I do not remember."

He was shaking uncontrollably like a mouse facing a huge cat's face. His body and voice were no longer shaking at the same frequency, which made people feel pity for him.

"We were going to find something cool..."

Roland understood.

“So your find is the coolest?”

John raised his head quietly, glanced at Roland quickly, and then quickly put his chin back.

"…Yes, sir. I don't remember how I performed… this spell, nor what I saw. I just felt…"

He opened his mouth, and you could tell the word that was about to come out was: comfortable.

But the people present could not hear it.

He suddenly began to twitch, as if a spring had been wound up and then released.

"John!"

Mrs. Ancher tried to go over, but was stopped by her husband.

This is the second time.

Different from outside the door before.

Last time, Old Anchel just had a strange feeling, as if he was being stared at by a wild beast - there were not many recreational activities for him to enjoy in this place, and hunting was the most common one.

Unlike the 'masters' in the city, he would bring several carts of luggage, lead hunting dogs, and wear gorgeous feathers on his body every time he went hunting.

Living in the country, all you have to do is pee, pick up your shotgun, and mount your horse.

You can start this simple and enjoyable activity.

Before, when he was outside the door, facing the timid and sobbing girl, he always had a vague feeling that he was being stared at by a wild beast in the forest...

And now, he just followed his own feelings, and at the same time, he believed that some things were beyond the ability of a father and a mother - he had to rely on Collins and Chandel.

Releasing your maternal love at an inappropriate time will not make the situation develop in a better direction.

"John?"

Roland called out tentatively.

The boy on the bed had a strange expression on his face.

It can be described in detail, but it is not very decent.

He'd seen similar expressions on Enid or Chandel's faces... just not as intense.

He just trembled and laughed crazily. This incomprehensible joy didn’t even need to be understood by others, and didn’t need to be concealed by following his own shame—just like this, in front of his parents, he happily flapped his wings (arms) like a bird that had escaped from a cage…

at the same time.

The Anchers also heard some noises.

music.

Someone is playing music here.

"…That's the voice, Mr. Collins."

Old Anchel caught it immediately and shouted, "That's the sound! That's the sound! Sir! There's a monster... Is the monster coming?"

Roland glanced at Shandel silently.

Obviously.

them…

Nothing was heard.

"Crazy... no, it's happiness... looking for you... some shrouds... I've seen a herd of goats... clinking wine glasses... hahahaha..."

The boy on the bed was very happy.

He uttered incoherently, tumbled to the floor, and his limbs followed instructions that came from nowhere in an uncoordinated manner. He stood up by grabbing the lamp head as if he had learned to stand upright for the first time.

His eyes darted around uncontrollably, dancing in front of Roland.

The Anchers were not doing well either.

But they were just 'hallucinating' - as if they were at a concert, listening to the majestic Qufeng heading all the way to the clouds, and the two of them were shaking slightly unnaturally.

It's almost the same as their son.

Just fainter.

The crazy dance lasted less than ten minutes. After it ended, the Anchers did not notice anything unusual about themselves, but instead asked Roland worriedly whether he needed an exorcism or to find a doctor for his son.

"You never went into the house to see him?"

“…I told you, sir, he won’t allow it.” Old Anchel gasped.

"Never looked at yourself?"

"…What does this mean?"

Roland narrowed his eyes, stood up from the sofa, and walked to the boy lying on the ground.

During the 'friendly exchange' just now, he felt that something was wrong.

The other party kept covering his head.

Roland thought it was a subconscious action. He had been beaten when he was a child and held his head in the same way.

but…

What about the Anchers?

sound?

Or, ears?

Without waiting for John to react, Roland twisted his arm and pinned him firmly to the ground. He turned his head to one side despite his struggle.

then.

He discovered the culprit.

A shining pearl.

In the ear of John Ancher.

"What, what is this?!"

Mrs. Ancher was horrified.

"Obviously it's Pearl." Old Anchel calmed down at this time.

For something that has already happened and he is powerless to change, all he can do is stay calm and listen to the answer given by fate.

"How could it be a pearl! Why don't you ever care what happens to your son?! He puts pearls in his ears?! A pearl makes him dance like a madman?!"

"Mr. Ancher is right," Roland looked at the pearl carefully and could clearly see that the smooth surface was occasionally crawling with tentacles of the same luster, "but it's not a common 'living pearl'."

……

「Name」: The Joyful Song in the Clam Shell
Type: Alien
「Description」: The siren's favorite delicacy.

A species from the deep sea, or the deep sleep world.

They rarely appear in the waking world, and are not aggressive (active) - there has not been a single case of a human being dying from 'joyful singing' in history...

The premise is that you don't actively put them in your ears.

This kind of wonderful creature often attracts sirens. In some seas or dreams that the ritualists have not yet set foot in, sirens raise and eat these happy little things - not only are they food for sirens, but as treasures with a crispy texture and the smell of the ocean, they are also loved by most alien species.

Simultaneously.

Grinding these 'pearls' into powder and blowing them away can, for a short period of time, cause ghosts that are invisible to the naked eye to reveal their true form in the waking world.

They are essential ingredients for certain rituals.

You can also use them to raise more interesting creatures...

For example, alien species.

caution.

The "joyful singing in the clam shell" can cause irreversible effects on the brain of organisms.

At present, there is no "happiness" in the world that can compare to the singing of the "pearls".

These wonderful and cute little creatures have tentacles covered with soft spines, and they firmly fix themselves with flesh and blood. Every time they sing, it is an irreversible reproduction process - they feed on emotions and brain fluid.

Early parasitic organisms can be removed through the most primitive means.

— Grasp it firmly with tweezers and pull it out with all your might.

Once the disease reaches the middle stage, the tendrils will completely spread throughout the brain, and there will be almost no way to get rid of them.

Late.

They'll be everywhere - and the good news is, your head will fetch a pretty good price.

These are cute little creatures that are harmless, as long as you don't put them in the 'hole'.

Note: Curiosity and arrogance are the source of all disasters.

When the ‘I wonder how happy this would be’, ‘I could have gotten away with it early’…

…………

……

Roland smoothed the end of his hair, pinched out a strand of hair, and put it inward along John's ear.

The horror is right before our eyes.

When the soft black hair touched the pearl, it seemed to come alive and squirmed deeper into the ear.

at the same time.

The boy pinned to the floor also began to struggle.

"Get away! Don't touch my baby!"

(End of this chapter)