Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 372 Wan Sheng

  Dao Chang looked straight into the eyes of the store manager, his gaze did not dodge at all.

  For a long time, he spit out loudly, "We want to finish this secret room."

  There was silence.

   "You pried the lock of my house just to run in and finish the scene?" The store manager couldn't accept this bizarre reason, "and also brought a member who kept fainting..."

   "First of all, we didn't pick the lock," Qin Yin calmly raised his hand to interrupt the manager, "you forgot to close the door."

   "Impossible."

   "What is impossible, go and see, if there is a mark on the lock, I will swallow it on the spot."

  "Secondly," Luo Jiutian stood up, "I didn't stop fainting, I just happened to faint twice there."

  The store manager raised his hips and finally realized that he was not facing a group of normal people.

   Then, he lowered his head and took out his phone.

   Jasmine looked at him hurriedly dialing, as if she had guessed something, and asked, "Who are you calling?"

  The shop manager dialed the call button and put the phone to his ear, "Hey, the Public Security Bureau, this is Building C of Huli Building...what are you doing!"

   Jasmine dived, quickly grabbed his mobile phone, and hung up the phone quickly.

   "You...you are really a bunch of lunatics!..."

  The store manager staggered and was about to run to the front desk with a landline, but was blocked by the fool.

   Xiaolan felt that she had to do something.

  After all, they would come over to be so nonsense, except for the purpose of finding the source of that light for Luo Jiutian, the main reason is their own dream.

   "You...Excuse me, do you have a younger brother?" Xiao Lan asked the manager hesitantly, staring at the manager's angry eyes.

  The store manager calmed down a bit and looked at Xiaolan suspiciously, "Didn’t you meet him?"

  Have you seen?

what……

   Xiaolan opened her mouth slightly.

  He was referring to his twin brother, who had been seen in the secret room last time.

  But, that body shape doesn’t match the silhouette in the dream.

   "No, no," Xiaolan's eyes widened, and he returned to him after a while, "Are there any other brothers?"

  The shop manager released the arm that was fighting with the fool, turned around and looked at Xiaolan directly, "What do you mean?"

   Xiaolan swallowed, her voice floating.

   "He said... he wants to go home."

  The surrounding air seemed to freeze.

  Xiaolan held her breath gently.

  The store manager was stunned for a few seconds.

  In an instant, he plunged into front of Xiaolan, squeezing her shoulders tightly with both hands, so that Xiaolan could not help but punch.

   "What are you talking about?... What brother... Go home... How did you know... Where did you hear about it?... You..."

  The fool finally reacted, and squeezed the store manager’s arms to stop him from moving.

  Sure enough, there is a problem.

"Calm down, calm down..." The Taoist master grabbed the store manager with one hand, and stood between the two of them while guarding Xiaolan with the other. "Sir, we specialize in dealing with this kind of problem. Please calm down first. You might as well sit down. Let's talk about it, how about?"

  A few minutes later, the store manager re-hanged the lock on the door on the inside, and the sign for the suspension of business was also placed. He returned to the inner lounge and walked to the middle of a circle of people.

  Everyone was silent, waiting for him to speak.

  The shop manager picked up the tray and handed out tea one by one.

   "You are welcome," the Taoist took the tea and nodded, "Mr. Manager, you are not busy, let's talk about business first."

"My name is Zhao Baihuan," the shop manager put down the tray after sending out the last cup of tea. "The last time you saw my twin brother, Zhao Qianle, and she... the child she said was our third brother, Zhao Wansheng. "

  This one, kind of knows how to name it.

  Daochang nodded and waited for the next sentence.

  Zhao Baihuan moved over to a small round soft chair, sat down, and looked into the distance.

"Our younger brother, Wan Sheng, is ten years younger than us. If he lives to the present, he should be about the same age as you." Zhao Baihuan's eyes moved back to Xiaolan, tears flickering in his eyes, "It's a pity As early as five years ago, he left us forever."

   Xiaolan's tight back relaxed inexplicably.

now it's right.

  I will dream about it, there are basically few living people.

   "Wan Sheng said...he wants to go home?" Inquiring tone.

   Xiaolan thought for a while, "That's a little boy, not as big as me, he said, brother, go home."

  Zhao Baihuan sighed, curled the corner of his mouth downwards, sighed again, and raised the corner of his mouth stiffly.

   "All right..." Zhao Baihuan patted his thigh, "At least...at least now, Wansheng can speak."

  Everyone exchanged glances.

   Jasmine leaned over her upper body, "What do you mean? Can't you talk while Wan is living?"

   "Wan Sheng he... is a disabled child," Zhao Baihuan lowered his head and closed his eyes. "He is a deaf-mute man with some intellectual deficits."

what……

   Xiaolan felt sour.

  The girls and Baomu showed distressed expressions.

   "Then how did he go?" Luo Jiutian asked while drinking tea, and Jasmine glared at him angrily.

"Five years ago, that day... Wan Sheng suddenly became weird that day," Zhao Baihuan recalled, "He stuffed himself in the room and told him not to eat out. In the evening, he quietly ran over and handed it to him. I wrote a letter, and after... he jumped down along the window in his room. Our house lives on the eighth floor without any obstructions. Wan Sheng left on the way to the hospital."

   Xiaolan’s tears went back again.

  There are so many strange places.

  "What's in the letter?" Xiaolan asked hurriedly.

"It's just some... it should be what he said in his heart for many years," Zhao Baihuan declined the tissue Qiao Nian handed over, "Said him, he actually had this idea a long time ago, but he has always been afraid of our sadness. Now I feel that , The pain is really unbearable, and he can't stand it, so he made such a decision. I hope we don’t blame him or feel sad.

   Xiaolan frowned.

  Is this something a pupil with mental retardation would say?

  Sure enough, Jasmine also questioned, "Is this what Wan Sheng wrote to you?"

   "To sum it up, it probably means this," Zhao Baihuan wiped his face, "Wan Sheng is not very good at using language, and the word order is rather chaotic and reversed. This is the summary after our understanding."

  Everyone nodded.

  This is much more reasonable.

   "Although I said that, it must have been stimulated by something that caused Wan Sheng to suddenly think of suicide," Jasmine continued, "Have you investigated?"

"Of course," Zhao Baihuan shook his head helplessly, "but he didn't get the answer. Wansheng went to a special school. The school was full of children like him. Wansheng has a very good relationship with his classmates, and there is no bullying. ."

   "This is a suspicious point," the leader lifted his chin, "there is a more important point, why didn't he leave?"

  (End of this chapter)