Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 369 Sleepwalking

  There is no one in the bedroom.

   "Father?" Luo Jiutian walked into the bedroom, stood by the bed and looked around, "Aren't you?"

   "It's so late, where can Uncle Luo go?" Jasmine frowned and asked.

   "Jasmine?"

  Lao Luo's voice suddenly sounded behind everyone.

   "Why are you here? Nine days? You are not..."

   "Father!" Luo Jiutian ran to Lao Luo, "Where have you been? Why didn't you answer my call? What's wrong with you, why didn't you sleep? How..."

  The two deep dark circles under Lao Luo's eyes were so startled that Xiaolan almost didn't recognize him.

   "It's okay," Lao Luo stretched out his hand and covered his eyes, "I just came back from the club, and the phone was out of power. What happened?"

   "Father...I, I see that kind of light."

  Lao Luo's tired eyes flashed a bright light immediately, but it quickly became the same as usual.

   "Hmm, so..."

   "It's the kind of light," Luo Jiutian gestured with both hands, "It's what you told me when I was young, who..."

   "Nine days," Lao Luo cleared his throat and interrupted Luo Jiutian, "Let's talk about it later, it's time to rest."

   "But, dad, didn't you mean..."

  "Not in a hurry at this moment," Lao Luo smiled slightly, and turned to face Jasmine, "Jasmine, what about it, is Miss Qiao Nian's situation getting better?"

   Jasmine shook her head, "Uncle Luo, did you make it so late to deal with our nine detectives?"

Lao Luo’s smile became more kind. He stretched out his hand and stroked Jasmine’s head, and said slowly, "Jasmine, don’t be stressed. For now, just do it according to your own plan. After the ceremony is completed, the nine tans The responsibility will really fall on you. Make good use of the free time in the last few months."

   "Uncle Luo," Jasmine raised her eyebrows, "Or...or let Jiutian follow you, you are too busy, I shouldn't let Jiutian run around with us..."

"No," Unexpectedly, Lao Luo turned down Jasmine's suggestion in one fell swoop, "Jasmine, I have confidence in your plan, and I can't follow me for nine days. He needs to exercise. This is a good opportunity. What do you guys have? Just leave the difficult work to him as much as possible."

   "Father!"

  Lao Luo stabilized the army's mind, and arranged them to rest in the room of the Mystery Bureau. The guest room where Xiaolan and Qin Yin were located was opposite to Lao Luo's master bedroom, and Jasmine Qiao Nian and Dao Master lived next to each other.

  As soon as Qin Yin entered the house, he began to yawn non-stop. Xiaolan glanced at the wall clock on the wall. At 3:30 in the morning, it was almost dawn, so he had to rest quickly.

   Lie down on the bed, close his eyes, and everything that just happened comes back to my mind.

  What is the "light" mentioned by Luo Jiutian?

  The twins in Baxian Village, what are they hiding?

  Lao Luo, what are you hiding?

  Surrounded by questions, Xiaolan thought that this night would be a sleepless night again, but as a result of those doubts circling in his head, Xiaolan also fell into a dreamland in a daze.

  Starting to dream?

   Xiaolan blinked vigorously, but everything in front of her was still blurred.

  Amidst the blur, one can vaguely see the person on the other side.

  The figure seems very slender.

   Xiaolan wanted to reach out and rub her eyes, but the familiar feeling of being unable to control her body once again proved that she was indeed in a dream now.

"who are you?"

  Xiaolan heard her voice as if it came from the bottom of the water, with the sound of purring bubbles.

  "Brother..."

  The figure made a distant call.

  Brother?

  Is this calling yourself?

  Is it a mistake?

   "I am not your brother."

  "Brother..."

  The voice was farther away, and Xiaolan narrowed his eyes, feeling that the figure seemed to have become smaller.

"Come back home……"

Come back home.

   Xiaolan's chest suddenly got stuck.

  The figure is centered on the center, and it converges into a gray vortex.

   "Xiaolan?"

  A gentle voice suddenly rang in his ears.

   "Girl Xiaolan?"

who is it?

  This sound, like...

  In her dream, Xiaolan desperately turns her perspective, trying to see who is calling her name.

  The whirlpool rotates rapidly, expands, connects itself, and starts to rotate together.

   "Ms. Xiaolan, are you... sleepwalking?"

  Sleepwalking? I?

  The line of sight spins faster and faster, and dizziness and nausea are coming together, making it hard to fight.

  But it’s okay, I'm about to wake up.

  The cold touch was applied to his forehead.

  Xiaolan gasped sharply.

  Woke up.

  But I am not in bed.

   is not even lying down.

  It was not Qin Yin who stood opposite him, but...Lao Luo.

  Lao Luo stared at Xiaolan worriedly, with one hand resting on her forehead, and seeing her open her eyes, he took his hand off.

   "Miss Xiaolan, do you have the habit of sleepwalking?"

   Xiaolan was still panting heavily, and shook her head hurriedly to deny, "I have never sleepwalked, I... I sleepwalked today?"

  She looked around, she was standing in the corridor, facing Lao Luo's door, her bedroom was behind her, and the door was open.

   "It seems that it is," Lao Luo smiled relievedly, "Ms. Xiaolan is too stressed to think about it. At a young age, she should learn to adjust as soon as possible."

   Xiaolan nodded ignorantly, moving his eyes down, and saw that the phone held by Lao Luo's right hand suddenly turned on.

  There are new message reminders.

   Xiaolan looked at the flashing message and tilted her head.

  Lao Luo noticed her gaze, and hurriedly put the phone in the pocket of her pajamas, and then he held her shoulder and gently pushed her back into the room.

  The light in the corridor shining into the bedroom, Qin Yin turned his back to them, sleeping soundly.

   "Hurry up and rest."

  Lao Luo confessed in a hurry, he closed the bedroom door and left.

   Xiaolan got back into the quilt again, looked up at the time, three to fifty.

   Only twenty minutes have passed?

Before dawn.

   But this time I can't sleep at all.

   Xiaolan's face was against the pillow, but her eyebrows were tangled.

  A message flashed on Lao Luo's phone. Although he did not see the content of the message clearly, what Xiaolan saw clearly was like a foxtail scratching his thoughts.

  The problem is that Xiaolan doesn't know which part it is, which makes herself feel so familiar and weird.

What is   ?

  What did I see?

  The new questions are combined with the old ones. All the questions hold hands and dance in Xiaolan's mind.

  Until the sky lighted up, Jasmine knocked on the door to wake Qin Yin, and when the two dragged their tired feet out of the inner courtyard, Xiaolan still didn't think of any answer.

   "Oh," the fool on the opposite side glanced at Xiaolan at the dinner table and joked, "Why, Xiaolan was infected by Luo Fuhui's dark circles?"

   Xiaolan also felt that her eyelids were swollen, and she squeezed the bun in her hand and bit down.

  At this time, Jasmine tapped the side of the bowl with his chopsticks, so they knew that Boss Jasmine was about to speak again.

  (End of this chapter)