The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 555 Ch.554 Complex alien species and complex presiding judge

After Roland left, everything returned to silence.

Enid sighed quietly.

She didn't know how long she had to wait, how much time she had to enjoy the hard-won warmth.

On the one hand, she was unwilling to let go of her hand, and that cold and cruel soul was like a dagger piercing her internal organs with holes; but on the other hand, she also knew very well that during such a time, she must maintain her Restraint' and move forward slowly with the river.

Otherwise, this warmth would no longer be the candlelight that dispelled the darkness for her, but the raging flames that accidentally fell into the dry forest.

‘Cherish everything you have now and be wary of unnecessary greed. ’

Enid murmured softly as she stared at the genie in the bottle who was also looking at her.

She had known for a long time that she would come to an end sooner or later, and the fate of everything was now chosen by her, not pushed forward by the waves.

She shouldn't complain...

original.

But now, after she truly enjoyed the warmth brought by the fire, her flesh and blood, which were no longer stiff and cold, gradually began to squeeze the soul that had redeemed them: Why not?

they asked.

Enid was a little reluctant to live like this.

If it lasts three, five, ten years. She would want fifteen years, twenty years, thirty years.

Even she wanted 'forever'.

It's greedy, and Mason Lyle is, like most people.

The more intelligent creatures are, the more greedy they are because they know this: Why not?

"You're giving off a lovely smell."

The genie in the bottle suddenly spoke.

Its twisted, strange face kept twitching in order to let its nose pass through the crystal bottle and smell the refreshing fragrance of Enid's soul.

That is an unrealistic desire...

It is designed to satisfy human desires.

It was born for this and never tires of it.

"You know, I can satisfy you, woman." The goblin stretched out his mud-covered claws and carved a tooth-piercing sharp edge on the bottle wall: "If it's just a little greedy, I can satisfy you... Just a little soul."

"Don't you humans like 'deals' the most?"

Facing creatures other than Roland, Enid doesn't look good. She raised her chin and glanced at the goblin: "Alien. A mutant that is useless to humans."

The goblin was not angry either, and laughed cheerfully: "That's right. You humans always like to use this method to distinguish all things - useful for humans, useless for humans. This is a bit like the doctrine you compiled - sacred life, for wrong?"

"You say 'sacred life,' and then eat cattle and sheep, enslave dogs, train eagles, and catch fish. Are they 'sacred' at that time?"

"You slaughter your own kind...are they 'sacred'?"

The goblin moved slightly closer to the wall of the bottle.

"In my opinion, only you and things that are useful to you are 'sacred'..."

Enid expressed deep approval and actually nodded: "What's the problem, alien. Do you know why we can do this?"

The woman with cold eyes finished speaking and slowly leaned down.

The crystal bottle reflected a face covered in frost like a winter forest in the firelight.

"Because we rule the world, xenomorphs."

"We, not you."

The goblin tilted his head: "I can understand it. It's like one part of you enslaves another part of you - oh, that shouldn't be called 'enslavement'... although it makes no difference to me."

The closer the distance, the more it can feel the scorching and terrifying power emanating from this female human being.

This makes it more hungry for its soul.

"Xenomorphs don't have such ideas. We live for humans and die for humans. You see, we are supposed to be your friends, as you say - 'gadgets' that can help you. And what about you? ? Just give a little emotion, just like treating cats and dogs, that condescending emotion..."

said the goblin.

"But some people turned us into enemies because of selfish motives."

"Who is the terrible creature...?"

Enid intertwined her fingers and rested her chin on it, listening quietly.

"I don't like that man just now." The goblin suddenly changed the subject: "I don't like him. He has a smell of 'justice' - hatred and hostility towards us. He is stained with the blood of alien species, just like What are you... called, burners?"

Enid smiled and said nothing.

"I don't like him."

The goblin glanced at the woman and said angrily: "Of course. If I don't like him, it proves that you should like him more, right?"

It began to insult Roland.

He insulted Roland with all the curse words he learned from Mason Lyle, saying that he would be the enemy of the alien species and a monster. In the future, his hands would be stained with blood, and every step would be filled with flames, and he would stand on the opposite side of the alien species——

He got weirdly angry. Speaking of such words, if he were an ordinary executive, he would be furious and reprimand the aliens for their despicability.

at the same time.

Pay more attention to Roland.

It's a pity.

Enid is no ordinary executive.

Although she is not as good as some ritualists on the path of "wonders" and "destiny", for Roland, to a certain extent, she does have more accurate power than divination and prophecy.

Even as time goes by, this 'power' becomes less and less, and becomes more and more blurred.

"You're helping him."

The woman with her fingers crossed smiled and looked at the frightened little monster.

No, it was not frightened anymore.

It was a complex emotion mixed with fear.

"You can see that I am of extraordinary status and I am his lover. I hope that one day, I can remember today's conversation and stand up when he is suspected - fairy, although I am very grateful that you protected my Roland..."

Enid said.

"But you still have to die."

She pinched the bottle and said to herself: "The monster in the bottle cannot exist. Aliens like you are too dangerous... Roland's identity must not be exposed..."

The fairy screamed like crazy!

"How could I let my kind suffer! No alien will hurt each other!" It ran around in the bottle like a mouse with its tail on fire: "If you value him! You must value him more! He is different... different! He might... maybe...!"

The fairy suddenly stopped.

Its two glass-like eyeballs bulged outward, and found a trace of incongruity on Enid's face.

It discovered a secret.

Right now.

"You!!"

It trembled: "You!!"

Enid nodded with satisfaction: "Ah, that's right. I, Enid Jutia... Do you want to know my name? Before I die?"

"No! You are not 'Enid'... No! You are also 'Enid'... No! No! You... I don't know... No! You are not! You are definitely not!"

The fairy covered his head, thinking in a mess.

It finally understood where the 'inconsistency' was.

No wonder.

No wonder she dared to shelter an alien species.

No wonder.

"You are afraid of being discovered! No wonder... No wonder you locked yourself in this cage! You are no different from me! Woman! You are actually-"

The fairy was horrified to see that Enid pinched the cork.

"Anyone who encounters the "bottle monster" will have the same idea," Enid gently turned the cork: "That is-'The monster in the bottle must not be released'... This is undoubtedly a blind spot in thinking that is difficult to be detected..."

"In fact "

"This is the way to kill you."

The cork and the tight bottle mouth made a sour friction sound.

"Pull out the cork and 'set you free'..."

Pooh.

When the air rushed into the crystal bottle in an instant, what was commonplace for humans became the most vicious acid at this moment.

They began to corrode the fairy, letting it melt little by little in the candlelight.

"I will protect the 'baby'..."

She whispered softly to the unwilling eyes.

Then.

Put down the crystal bottle with only a layer of purple mucus left.

"That's my love... idiot. "