The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 390 Ch.389 The Door to the End

Yam Jones could never imagine what kind of torture her child suffered during the time Roland was taken away.

Just like she would never forget what happened on the ice three days later.

That evening, in the silent evening, she followed Miguel not too far away, watching him trick the silly girl out and lead her all the way to the ice lake - during this time, Miguel turned his head to look at her with an unclear smile.

'This is what happens.'

He said.

The winter chill can chill your heart and blood.

Yam followed, followed, all the way through the backyard, through the bushes and tree shadows, to the suburbs.

The frozen lake.

The girl was led to the ice, and was ordered to close her eyes and raise her head obediently.

'Don't listen to him, silly girl!'

Yam hid behind a tree, almost going crazy.

What should she do?
Stop him?
Then, die with that girl?

But, what about Roland?

She was now watching her die...

The girl offered her slender neck to Miguel.

A well-maintained dagger was inserted straight in, and its length was even enough to pierce through.

Hot blood spurted out from her neck, spraying all over Miguel, onto his white teeth and smiling face.

He held the dagger in his hand and swung the girl left and right as if she were being grabbed by the collar, without even turning back to greet James Jones.

He's crazy.

But in this life, who doesn't go crazy?

"You see, this is the disobedient one. She's not going to end up being 'stabbed to death by Mr. Miguel' - she's got to have a better way to die, don't you think, Ms. Jones?"

The man muttering to himself threw away the corpse and the dagger on the corpse, walked down the ice, and laboriously moved a sharp stone as big as two heads from the dense bushes.

Hold it in front of the girl.

He smashed it all down.

The human skull is hard, but the face is not.

Miguel used too much force and was knocked off balance by the stone, falling to his knees on the ice.

There was only a muffled sound.

No one knows who the girl who was stabbed to death is anymore. Her face was destroyed.

"This is the naughty subordinate--" He wiped the blood off his face and was about to turn around to talk to Yam, but found that the woman was staring in the other direction with horror in her eyes.

Miguel looked in the direction he was looking.

At some point, a boy came onto the ice, not far from him.

That familiar face, filled with the scent of gold pounds.

"…Roland?"

Miguel took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth, stood up inconspicuously and went to the trembling boy: "How did you get here?"

He approached slowly.

"Who asked you to come?"

Getting closer.

"What did you hear?"

Just then, a sharp shout came from behind.

"Run! Roland! Run!"

Yam Jones rushed onto the ice with her skirt lifted up, but she fell down first. She struggled to climb up and shouted at the top of her voice: "Run! Roland! Run behind you! Don't look back!"

But little Roland was terrified.

Fear made him hug himself subconsciously. He squatted down, hugged his knees, and put his head in his arms.

He was terrified.

Because he heard things he shouldn't have heard.

"Don't worry, kid. I won't hurt you..."

Miguel unbuttoned his cuffs, and the tense muscles on his face trembled unnaturally, making him look even more ferocious.

"I won't hurt you..."

What is there for a blind man to be afraid of?
But he would sell him as soon as possible.

The closer he got to the boy, the stronger some terrible addiction grew within Miguel.

People should be afraid of him, just like this child is afraid of—

Click.

There was a crisp cracking sound.

There was a crisp sound, as if the puppet's spring had been stopped and, without the key to wind it up from his waist, it froze in place.

This lasted only half a breath, a very short moment.

The ice surface under his feet had been deliberately polished to a thin layer and could not withstand the stepping of an adult man at all, and it broke instantly.

The cold lake water surged over his leather shoes, ankles and trouser legs, swallowing him up in an instant.

thump.

He didn't even have time to say the word "no". He just made a "grunt" or "hum" and after a meaningless surprise, half of his body fell into the lake.

Then the chest, shoulders and neck.

Only his two arms were stretched out, and his fingernails, which were still hard, firmly grasped the softened and crispy ice surface.

But he was swaying and falling.

The torrent is blowing him, wanting to take him with it and never look back.

"Yam! Come on, come and help me... Come on!! I can't get up——"

It is hard to imagine that a cruel monster who enjoys destroying people can make such a fragile and beautiful wail.

Roland hugged his knees and slowly raised his head.

"Child, come, give me a hand..."

Miguel expected to hear footsteps behind or in front of him, but he only saw a pair of cold eyes.

A dry, uninhabited desert.

The yellow sand poured into the boy's eyes, eroding his self-deprecating emotions.

"Little Roland... Yam? Yam?! Damn it, you guys—"

It was very quiet on the ice.

The frozen lake did not thaw until the spring.

By then, I wonder who will find a rotten corpse.

"You are Yam's husband."

The boy hugged his knees and tilted his head slightly.

"How could I hurt her?"

People always don't like to pay attention to their feet. The more they think they are great and have everything under control, the less they pay attention.

For example, the old pastor.

For example, Mr. Miguel.

And a child with extraordinary hearing can do so many things.

The ice surface was truly quiet.

Several bloody scratches were left in the loosened snow. In order to survive, some people would rather scratch their nails until they were flipped over, fell off, and exposed their flesh, than give up.

"But the lake loves him."

Roland murmured.

Soon, he was slapped hard by Yam who came running towards him.

Snapped--!
But before he could respond, he was hugged tightly in his arms again.

"You can't do this... Roland... You can't do this..."

She spoke words the boy couldn't understand and cried more painfully than ever before.

"It's all my fault..."

"I thought he could help you...I thought...it was my fault..."

Little Roland rubbed his nose against the rough skirt that was scratching him painfully, and he felt relieved. His soul returned to his flesh and blood.

The boy struggled to free one hand and touched Yam's face, which was filled with hot tears in the winter.

"That's life, Yam."

He returned these words to the person who loved her, then looked over her slender shoulders at the man who witnessed the whole thing.

The one with black hair and golden eyes, this is himself when he grows up.

The world gradually turned gray.

still.

"You see, when Yam and I are together, we always encounter big and small problems," said the boy.

Roland put his hands in his windbreaker and stepped onto the ice.

Looking at my former self.

“But that’s not right.”

Little Roland sneered: "Giving her money and keeping her away from me is the right thing to do. Roland, it's too dangerous to be around you. You know the power of the ritualists, and you know that they can make a person die quietly... or die in a way that you have no way to stop."

"Like Cherry-Chloe."

The boy's handsome face was full of malice when he first saw her: "Don't you know it very well?"

Roland said nothing, walked up to his younger self, and grabbed his collar.

Drag him away.

"You should send money every month like before - what's the matter with you? Your stupid uncle, or 'we should live together', oh, that's good - so, are you ready to die together?"

"When you've completed your mission, open the door."

"Yam's head and old Collins's head are on the table."

"Excellent, Roland Collins."

"When the time comes, it will all be your fault."

"Family boy."

The boy was struggling and yelling.

However, Roland simply dragged him step by step until he came to the ice cave where Miguel fell.

lay down.

He kicked him down.

"She will die... She will die in front of you..."

"It will all be your fault then..."

"You shouldn't have let her get close to you... You should have left... You should have never contacted her again..."

"You shouldn't have come back...you shouldn't have sent her letters again..."

The boy with golden eyes stared at himself fiercely on the water until his death.

Until it was swallowed by darkness.

“I often regret it.”

Roland tapped his shoes, turned on his toes, and walked towards Yam, who was still with his arms around him.

"I read."

"It's better for us to die together."

He bent down and whispered in the woman's ear:

"You think so, don't you?"

"I admit I was wrong... but I changed quickly, Yam."

Otherwise, what's the point of living like that?

The still world was shattered into pieces just like the thin ice surface he had chiseled.

(End of this chapter)