The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 475 Ch.474 What did Miss Nina see?

Roland felt that the things in his head - no, I should say, the dreams gave him were very interesting.

This reminded him of what Wrench said about Miss Nina:

'Who knows what she watches all day long. ’

And when he made his choice and sincerely apologized to the woman in front of him...

"Sorry, Miss Wang Mengya."

Select end.

The black and white frame in his eyes slowly disappeared.

Roland found that everything around him suddenly became 'alive' - as if before, they were just scenes burned on iron and traced on paper, but now, they began to come alive.

For example, Miss Wang Mengya in front of me.

She seemed to no longer repeat those formulaic words, and had an appropriate reaction to Roland's answer.

She was frightened.

"...Are you okay?"

Roland blinked, not understanding what she meant.

"It won't be a big deal if we break up."

She put her arms together and leaned on the table in Roland's direction: "No matter how good you are, it won't happen, Roland."

Just call him by his full name. Breaking up is a big blow. She can understand it. It's normal to get sick.

But, what does ‘Miss Wang Mengya’ mean?

The Roland she knew was not like this.

But don't hurry and get over it. There are many people like this, and they are always on the news.

"Are you really okay?" The woman lifted her hair and pushed her phone aside: "Let's not delete each other first, and we can still be friends in the future, okay?"

Roland held his chin and glanced at the glass.

The person reflected is indeed himself.

"I'm fine," Roland changed from stumbling to smoother and smoother, as if he was used to the language, and asked, "What did you just say, hope?"

He is extremely sensitive to this word.

"You still have the nerve to ask." Wang Mengya curled her lips and retracted: "Go forward, make progress, I promise to do it every time..."

Roland didn't understand and asked softly: "...is it the future?"

"Are you poisoned today?" Why did Wang Mengya feel that the man in front of her was strange, and she felt that he knew what he was asking: "We have to have a place to live, where is the house? Yes, I don't have to take a car to pick me up. The subway is also fine. A billion-dollar car.”

"If you pay six to seven thousand a month, that's enough to live on by yourself..."

"Brother, do you have to consider me?"

Wang Mengya became angry again:

"After giving birth to a child, it can't be a plant. It all depends on photosynthesis, right?"

"It's not that I've fallen in love with anyone, I've got a partner - if the problem continues like this, I will be the unlucky one, Roland, do you know?"

She spoke a lot in succession, giving Roland a general idea.

Except for some special words, the situation is basically clear.

Roland: "You mean, this body-"

"Why is this body playing with amnesia?"

“…I mean, I don’t have land or property?”

Wang Mengya was suspicious: "Why, are you going to be slapped in the face?"

Roland: "There is no silent carriage?"

"Ordinary people shouldn't have to...did you mean it?" Roland's question made the woman laugh angrily.

"My weekly salary...I mean, it's not much, right?"

Wang Mengya looked at him repeatedly and imitated his tone: "Yes, young master, you Yueguang, do you understand? We have been together for three years, and your salary has been increased by one thousand and fifty."

Roland held his chin and stared at the woman for a while.

After a long while, he suddenly asked:

"Why did you wait so long?"

Wang Mengya was stunned.

"W-What took you so long?"

"I mean." Roland was puzzled: "I'm probably just a worker, miss. As a lover, why did you spend three years on me? Isn't this something that can be figured out in half an afternoon?"

Wang Mengya slammed the table and said angrily: "Lover?! I'm not even your girlfriend anymore?! Who the hell is your lover?"

Roland:?

"What I mean is: you should have fallen in love with a qualified gentleman, Miss. You are beautiful, talkative, and healthy-looking - at least there are no physical defects or facial blemishes. You can completely marry me." The more wealthy gentleman is discussing marriage..."

"If you are lucky enough to find true love, it will add a different color to your future life."

"Three years are too precious, Miss Wang Mengya."

Roland's frankness prevented the woman opposite from saying even a single word for a minute.

For sixty seconds, she looked at Roland like this.

"...You can't help me anymore."

"Miss?"

She couldn't help but pick up the shell on the side and press it a few times.

Roland watched her frown while talking to the shell.

"Hello? 120? Yes, my boyfriend is crazy..."

"No, it's not about cutting people, he...no, he didn't bite anyone either. I mean, no, no, he wasn't bitten by a dog either. I mean, he's that kind of weird...he called me 'Miss'...yes, Yes, I am a legitimate professional, I work in IT, yes, yes, I will tell you the address..."

Roland:......

"What happened?" he asked.

Wang Mengya said nothing, looked at him, and shed tears after a while.

"sorry…"

"Miss Wang Mengya?"

"I'm sorry..." This sudden sob attracted the attention of people around him, "I didn't know it would... hit you so hard..."

Roland:......

"I'm not crazy, Miss Wang Mengya?" Roland didn't understand why the more he explained, the more trouble he had: "No lady doesn't want to marry a gentleman... maybe a little worse, but at least he should be able to guarantee his own life and maintain his daily expenses. If he can also discuss art in his spare time-"

Hearing these words, Wang Mengya cried even louder.

In a place where she didn't notice, the space shook slightly.

Bang.

The door of the cafe was kicked open roughly.

Several strong men in black cleared the aisle and bowed to greet a pale man.

He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, had short hair, no beard, a thin figure, and a hawk-like look.

When he stepped into the cafe, the atmosphere became solemn in an instant-he went straight to Roland, and his leather heels knocked crisply on the ground.

It seemed that the band had lightened their hands and mouths and made way for the stage.

Roland smelled a faint mint scent.

Just as he walked to the table.

"Can you add one more seat?"

The man said.

His long, narrow eyes with bright black pupils narrowed slightly. When he looked up but then down, his inherent dignity and arrogance were revealed.

The woman was terrified.

She watched the men in black quickly fill the coffee shop. They wore headsets and intercoms - this was not a TV series, it was a bit scary.

"Well, that, buddy..."

"I didn't talk to you." The man glanced at her contemptuously and turned to Roland who was silent. "Is this the 'harbor' you found for yourself after leaving me?"

He leaned down slowly.

His hands pressed on both sides of the table, and the weight of his upper body was all on his arms, closer to the man in the seat - his little cat.

"I said, the whole Yancheng is my territory, you can't go anywhere..."

"I will lock you up. You know the price of deceiving and betraying me, right?"

- Miss Nina, how many useless memories have you left me...

Roland was helpless.

"Sir, I don't seem to know you."

"Sir?" the man repeated, his thin lips pursed lightly, and a light blush appeared on his pale face: "... I like you to call me that."

He continued to lean forward and approached Roland.

"Don't run away."

"You owe me a debt, and you will be in a cage for the rest of your life..."

"I will completely brand you..."

"Every inch of it."

As he got closer and closer, this also broke Roland's original plan - originally, he wanted to see more of Miss Nina's world.

A little regretful.

He hooked his finger and pointed at the shiny table knife.

"Sir," Roland dodged to the side, this was really not a polite distance, "I think you shouldn't get any closer--"

When the man heard this, his two palms on the table tightened, except for the clean curved dial under the loosely rolled up cuffs, and the back of his hand with bulging veins.

He still leaned forward, and his expression was playful, testing the bottom line of the runner.

"Come closer? Are you afraid that I will kiss you in public? In Yancheng, I am..."

The next moment.

Roland bent his elbow and knocked his forearm away.

——When a person stands, but must bend over and use his arms to bear the weight of his upper body.

Once he loses support, he will slam his chin hard on the table.

But what is waiting for him is not the table.

It is a high-standing table knife.

Puff.

The not-so-sharp blade smoothly slid into the flesh, rolled, and pulled out a line of blood.

There was silence in the cafe.

His sharp, deep and fascinating black eyes, at this time, were like a woman who came out to work at night with illness, scratching the wet and rotten place while looking around - and then, he was chosen by a handsome young man and generously gave a thousand pounds tip...

——At this moment, the disbelief in this man's eyes should be the same as that of the wet and rotten woman.

He covered his neck and tried to look up, but was pressed down on the table by Roland.

Blood foam and bubbles emerged from the wound, bubbling from the spring, draining all his strength in an instant.

Shaking.

Then stopped.

"This is impolite."

"King of Yancheng."

The red dinner knife turned twice in his hand, Roland lowered his eyes, pushed the chair away, stood up, and smiled at the woman who had already frozen and motionless.

Then, he pressed the bloody head on the table with one hand, raised the other hand holding the knife, and shook it at the group of black-clothed people.

"Gentlemen, does anyone know Su Yue?"