The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 301 Ch.300 Helen Menzi
"The conceited kingfisher was the first to fall into the trap."

Roland carefully lifted her long skirt and walked in the narrow, dusty passage.

"Roland Collins has always been involved in danger. Dungeons and forests that hold treasures are not so easy to deal with. This crazy hobby has cost him a heavy price."

"His father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, his wife, brothers, sons and daughters."

"Those adventures devoured his loved ones."

"'Treasure', this word full of unknowns and a source of longing, has devoured so many restless souls..."

Insects from the dust settled in his hair.
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If you want my whole family to die, there's no need to figure out a 'treasure'.

"At least I let you live."
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What do you think of kingfishers?
"Dyed baby boy's **?"

Roland: ...
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I mean nursery rhymes.
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When I was a child, Yam seemed to have told me this nursery rhyme.

'A clever spider spins his web, but always waits at the other end.'

At the end of the passage was a small cell.

The peculiar thing is:

This place is different from all the prisons and corridors outside.

There are gas lights here, on every wall.

Bright as day.

Even dazzling.

Roland saw living people and dead bodies—the bodies were pierced by long golden needle-like spears that were magnified several times and were firmly fixed to the ground.

It was riddled with holes, one of its eyes was missing, and it was as shriveled as a milk carton that had been drunk by a poor family. Its twisted and broken limbs seemed to be trying to squeeze the brains out of its eye sockets.

The body was "nailed" to the corner in a forward-kneeling position.

Opposite it is a high-backed chair that looks like a tombstone.

A beautiful woman was trapped by a thin, thorny chain.

She has a ruddy complexion, dark eyes, and long light blonde hair.

She tilted her head, her eyes were clear, and sweet sweat seemed to be oozing out of her pores. Her bare feet were tortured by the dust. When Roland walked in slowly, she immediately curled up and huddled together.

She was like an innocent child, looking directly into Roland's eyes without any cloth to block her view.

The white color is not conspicuous in this prison cell full of flying dust and ashes, but it makes people feel dirty.

Eyes meet.

The swarm of insects that eat away at the soul flew into the man's eyes as their eyes met. They followed the blood and flesh, all the way down, settled in the heart, and multiplied in the internal organs, until the flesh and blood were eaten away, leaving behind a plump skin full of offspring.

"Hello, outsider."

She could push a spear with just the sound, and the invisible scratching circled in the air, slowly fell, tightened, and caressed.

"hello."

A crisp, cheerful greeting without any timidity.

Roland drew his dagger.

"Why are you pointing a sword at me?" The woman was puzzled. "I haven't seen an outsider for a long time. Is this the most fashionable way of communication now?"

"I'm Vansittart." Roland didn't put away the dagger, but just nodded slightly: "What's your name?"

The woman smiled. That innocent smile, like a baby, was extremely vivid: "I am Menzi. Helen Menzi... You come to my house as a guest, but you don't know the host?"

Helen Menzie.

A cultist who has lured and killed several ritualists, and an enemy of the Holy Cross.

"Just making sure I'm in the right place, Ms. Helen Menzi. I have some questions for you - with all due respect, it doesn't seem necessary for you to answer my questions, do you?"

She smiled wider.

"Yes, yes, I don't have it. But, what in this world can't be traded?" The woman kicked her feet - but was tied up with thorny chains, so she had to stick up her thumb capriciously.

"Let's make a deal, Mr. False Name."

"Beautiful, I have never seen such a beautiful and exquisite gentleman in my life - let's make a deal."

she says.

"I know many secrets that no one else knows, secrets that have tortured me and hurt me and kept me from revealing them - if you can, I will solve your doubts and tell you these secrets..."

"How is it?" Roland: "Tell me about it?"

She finally smiled even bigger than before, revealing the shark teeth hidden under her lips.

Sharp shark teeth and a soft, snake-like long tongue.

That innocence incited the madness of the opposite sex, urging them to destroy her, crush her, and turn her from "perfect" to "lowly".

"Turn off one light, will you?"

She narrowed her eyes.

The light around was indeed extremely dazzling - Roland was not sure whether this was a special punishment or had some other purpose.

The narrow cell did not need so many gas lamps: even an oil lamp was enough to see the corners clearly.

But there are actually eight lamp heads here.

Three walls, including overhead.

Two heads protruded from the wall on each side, like miniature suns, freezing this prison forever in the summer daylight.

"I can't even take a nap. It's too much..."

She curled her toes again and pointed at the lamp head opposite her, which was next to the pierced body.

"Turn off the light shining directly at me, please? Let me get some sleep, just a little while..."

She didn't seduce anyone directly, but she made everyone happy to show off their virility in front of her and put their fingers into her trap-like mouth.

Wait for the click.

"Help me, sir."

Roland remained unmoved, and raised his dagger expressionlessly among the countless suns.

Search with the dagger side, reflecting the light...

Shake her eyes.

woman:……

"You are much meaner than a cat, really."

This action was so sudden and abnormal that the woman didn't react at all and just stared blankly at the light shining directly into her eyes.

The atmosphere became awkward.

"A normal person wouldn't be like this, unless they were blind, or..." Roland was like a nail standing still, never moving his feet since he came in: "...or a corpse."

He seemed to be certain that this beautiful woman had a good temper, so he did not turn the handle, but controlled the light spot reflected by the blade to jump back and forth between the woman's left eye and right eye.

The woman's dark eyeballs were eerie.

They dispersed to the left and right, and then gathered at the same time, turning around a few times, as if they were familiar with each other, and discussed the direction to look next - only then did they all find the location of the light spot and move along with the light spot on their faces...

This inhuman scene is enough to make anyone who sees it break out in a cold sweat.

"It's been a long time. If it were three years ago, I wouldn't have revealed such a flaw."

The sound came from behind.

The 'corpse' that was pierced by golden spears and nailed to the ground kneeling down.

The corpse without an eyeball slowly raised its head and said in a hoarse voice: "You are different from those stupid things..."

She saw Roland turning around and his only remaining cloudy eye narrowed a few times.

"I can't see you clearly."

"Come here, come closer..."

Roland stood still, only turning his head and tapping his shoes lightly, letting the sound fill the entire cell.

"The design of the lamp head is very interesting, Ms. Menzi. If someone walks inside, they will definitely block a certain beam of light..."

"So."

"The shadow appeared."

The clever spider weaves a web, but always waits at the other end of the web.

(End of this chapter)