The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 967 Ch.966 Reappearance
Kingsley told him the "method" - and also warned that this was just something he heard by chance and was not guaranteed to be accurate.

"what?"

After hearing this idea, the bloated male servant was a little surprised.

"You say…"

The detective nodded: "Yes, this is "reappearance"."

By "reproducing" the deepest memories of life, the spirits can realize that they are no longer "living people" - the waking world rejects the power that should not exist in the daytime. When "reproduction" is successful, these terrible monsters will undoubtedly be greatly weakened.

Or even kill them outright.

The man's calm voice echoed in the room.

The nurses and servants had very strange expressions.

So does Fernandez.

——Because this is not the purpose of "reproduction" at all, nor is it the real process of "reproduction".

To weaken spirits you need to find their 'anchor point'.

For example, for a woman who commits suicide for her lover, the best anchor is of course her lover - whether it is nostalgia or hatred.

Before judging and deciding the anchor point, the executive officer must conduct a careful investigation to ensure that the power of the opponent can be truly weakened by spreading and repeating the memories of the spirit based on "it"...

Rather than angering it.

Especially when facing this kind of clustered spirits.

According to Fernandez's experience, if you don't want to waste holy water, you can just find some girls to act as 'mothers' and spend half an afternoon to solve the case - the so-called 'making the spirit realize that it is no longer a living person'...

It makes no sense at all.

It has nothing to do with the power of spirits, nor with the exorcism procedures of the executor.

Roland Collins…

For these mortals, your punishment is a little beyond their sins...

Fernandez just murmured but did not say anything to stop it.

Of course he couldn't stand these useless people who took wealth from children, but he thought that among these men and women, there were always a few who were innocent... right?

However, the following scene opened Mr. Bearman's eyes.

Almost at the same time Kingsley finished speaking, the three servants who reacted the fastest showed ferocious expressions on their faces and pulled the babies off their bodies.

Throw it to the ground and lift your feet.

With the crisp sound of bones breaking, these tangled, terrifying and chilling spirits expanded, exploded and dissipated like dust flying in the sunlight when stepped on.

The anger faded with courage.

The servants' limbs went limp and they fell to their knees on the carpet soaked in blood.

‘Success! ’

Someone shouted.

'Hurry! Hurry up! Do it their way! I feel like my whole arm is going to freeze!'

"I... I can't remember how many ways I've used to deal with them..."

'Then use them all!'

'Hurry... I don't want to die...'

With the demonstration by the manservant, and within a few minutes, they regained consciousness and climbed up from the ground nimbly, with no injuries except for being listless - this proved that Kingsley's 'method' was correct.

They should do so.

Except for some...

Shameless.

Yes, these ladies and gentlemen who could use live babies as cushions actually felt a vague sense of shame at this moment - because there were not only 'accomplices' in this room, but also those 'innocent people' on the other side of the 'dividing line'.

Rose, Burns, Roland, Fernandez, Kingsley.

These people looked at them quietly.

The table is like an uncrossable river.

Then...

Dead, or alive?

Except for a few people who needed to save face, I'm afraid no one would hesitate for half a second between these two choices.

A fourth brave man appeared.

The female nurse first gritted her teeth and pulled out the knife from the steak on the dining table, then cut off the spirit's limbs one by one, and then, as meticulously and skillfully as a renowned surgeon, she cut out a complete one - which made Burns, who had nothing more to say, cover his mouth with his hands again.

“…How could they do this?!”

A nightmare scene.

then.

The fifth, the sixth, the seventh.

More and more people joined in, more and more people were freed from the cold, from the pain and fear - until they discovered that they could really hurt these little monsters - just like they did in their lifetime.

At this time, the fear gradually faded away.

A ghost that can be killed, and one who is good at dealing with them.

The absurd story that proceeds like an absurd drama crosses reality and absurdity, and finds a position that best suits itself in it.

Eight, nine, ten.

The babies' cries continued.

What ordinary people fail to notice is that those spirits did not truly 'dissipate', but instead gathered together in an increasingly swollen egg sac after repeated slaughters.

"If we ignore it, I'm afraid that soon, London will have a new ghost..."

Fernandez stared intently at the vesicle that was expanding inch by inch and beating like a heart, at its centipede-like baby hands and feet, and at its swollen head that looked like a corpse that had died in the water.

"Roland, it's time to take action."

Fernandez reminded.

This enraged giant ghost formed by hundreds of spirits is not like those little monsters that could only cry and howl just now.

As an executive officer and a "Holy Flame", he didn't want to watch the tragedy happen.

the most important is.

He somewhat regretted indulging Roland. To put it more seriously... No, this was already serious enough.

"of course."

The black-haired young man silently unbuttoned his leather buckle, walked to the table, pulled out glass tubes filled with noon color, and arranged them in order.

He lowered his head, humming an indistinct song, and pried open the corks of the bottles one by one.

And on the other side of the 'dividing line', a massacre is about to begin.

——When most of the caregivers and servants have "got rid of" the intrusion of spirits, they will undoubtedly turn their attention to those who are still "persisting".

What are you insisting on?
To be 'clean'?
If we do one, you do a hundred.

just now.

She actually stood straight and dignified, as if she was completely unaware of anything?
"Amelia! I saw Amelia cut the baby's thigh!"

someone shouted.

But when Amelia turned around in anger, she couldn't find out who the voice came from.

They all spoke ill of Amelia, Hans and Pattinson, stripping off their fig leaves that might not have existed, like the receding tide - in front of today's dinner, in front of Ms. Burns and those gentlemen.

A clean fig leaf.

Soon they had no time to criticize each other.

The huge 'baby' tore open the sac, and as the liquid poured out, it slowly stepped into the sight of mortals.

'Mother…'

Everybody heard it.

Like a wrinkled corpse crawling out of a glass jar, it wants to bring the pain it has suffered to mortals, and does not allow them to have a moment to think.

'Mother…'

At this time, the caregivers and servants who had completed the "recreation" began to panic.

Because they found that anyone who had done this would become as stiff as a puppet ready to go, with their feet firmly rooted in the blood mud, and could only wait for the monster to crawl towards them.

(End of this chapter)