Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 436: The right choice

Chapter 436 The Right Choice

"Get in the way."

The man cursed in disgust, stood up and kicked the woman's head out of the door.

Xiaolan’s gaze followed the woman’s head, watching the head roll into the corridor and then into the kitchen.

Then, blurred tears returned to the man.

The man stood by the bedbell, not knowing what he was up to. After a while, he turned his head and threw the various small toys he was holding onto the ground.

The bed bell is empty.

The man walked over, rubbed Xiaolan's head with his blood-stained hand, and then picked up the little hand on the ground.

He hung that little hand on the bell of the bed.

"Oh, it's so good-looking," the man clapped his hands, "As expected, it's my baby, it's really good-looking everywhere."

The man knelt down next to him again.

Lift the knife.

My throat is already crying dumb.

Blood splashes.

Slowly blurred, Xiaolan knew that the child was dying gradually, and he was about to return to his body.

"Call—"

Xiaolan squirmed for a while, leaning back, and sweating all over.

Legs softened, Xiaolan sat on the ground.

By the way, I almost forgot, I do have the ability to use it without mobilizing Lingchao.

I can see the story of the deceased.

Although I don’t know why I have this ability, since I have experienced Xiaozhi, I can indeed see the stories of some people. This ability does not require psychic energy, or even will.

Others can't see these things, so there must be clues here.

In addition, where did the man drag her mother's body?

This may be the final answer.

Xiaolan looked at the residual limbs hanging on the wake-up bell, and found nothing different, and crouched down to check the doll next to her.

Nothing at all.

There is nothing else in this room.

Xiaolan returned to the crib, carefully picked up the blanket, and shook.

Nothing, and the pattern on the blanket is nothing special.

The child's dry body is also wearing white pajamas soaked in blood.

Xiaolan planned to reach out and flip through the child's clothes. After thinking for a few seconds, Xiaolan retracted her hand again.

I always feel impolite.

Maybe...

Xiaolan lifted the child's back and picked him up.

Sure enough, a small bag wrapped in cloth was pressed under the child.

At first glance, this small bag looks no different from the cushion on the bed. Maybe this is the reason why it was not discovered by the man.

Xiaolan opened the cloth bag.

There is a yellowed grid paper inside.

Open it.

is a letter.

"If you read this letter, then something bad must have happened.

Please help us.

We just want to leave, we just want to leave completely, please help us. "

Xiaolan folded the paper and put it in her pocket.

I will help you.

Xiaolan spread out the sheets of the small bed, took off all the stumps hanging from the bell, put it inside with the child's body, wrapped the package tightly, and tied the package to the body according to the method seen in the TV series.

There was no more movement outside the door.

Xiaolan took the cradle bed back to its original place and unlocked the door.

is really gone, right?

Xiaolan put her ear on the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

was frightened again.

"Xiaolan!"

"Ask the spirit?" Xiaolan suddenly distinguished the voice, "Are you out? Has he gone?"

"gone!"

Xiaolan felt that she was alive again, but out of caution, she still used the question "what is my last name" to test Wen Ling's identity.

I wanted to ask for his full name, but telling Xiaolan’s full name is already an impossible task for Wenling.

"Ask the spirit!"

"Xiaolan!"

As soon as they met, they hugged each other in tears.

One person is carrying a basket of heads, and the other is carrying a pack of corpses.

But overall, the scene is still warm.

"Wen Ling, how did you know he is gone?" Xiaolan let go of Wen Ling and asked.

"There." Wen Ling pointed to a room at the end of the corridor.

"Where is he? What is he doing there? Is that our next task?"

Qing Ling thought for a while, "choose."

"Choose?"

Wen Ling nodded, and pointed her finger at the two remaining rooms where the male ghost was hiding.

"I see, the next task is, we have to choose one of these two rooms."

nodded excitedly.

"The other..."

Wen Ling raised the basket in his hand and pointed to the woman's head.

"Her body is hidden in another room!"

"Hmm!"

Here, the player is facing the problem of choosing the wrong one and killing his life, just because the ability to ask the spirit is really easy to use here, so this last level is like an open book for them.

Wen Ling grabbed Xiaolan's hand and said, "Let's go."

The two walked to the door of the room where the woman's body was hidden.

but……

Xiaolan paused.

Wen Ling looked at her suspiciously.

"Wen Ling," Xiaolan hesitated, took off the package on her body, and handed it to Wen Ling, "You take this child and go first."

Wen Ling blinked, and she didn't understand what she meant.

"This room is the correct answer, but it is not my answer," Xiaolan's eyes changed, "I saw the stories about them, so my answer is to help them get revenge."

Wen Ling was startled by Xiaolan's eyes, she pulled Xiaolan's wrist and found that she was not joking.

"Danger."

"I know," Xiaolan grinned, "but this is just a game. If I lose, at most I will be eliminated in this level. If I just leave, even if I get the bonus, I feel It's also uncomfortable."

Wen Ling stared at Xiaolan's eyes, a strange light shining in her gray eyes.

She bit her lower lip and hung the package on her body. Instead of going to the right door, she walked to Xiaolan's side.

"Together."

Xiaolan widened her eyes, "But will you fight?"

Wen Ling curled her face, snorted, and swung his fists a few times, "Of course."

"Then...then you are not allowed to cry," Xiaolan said, "If you are accidentally beaten, you are not allowed to cry. I am not allowed to cry if I am beaten. Don't cry even if I'm beaten to death. Just kill yourself. Then we quit the game and eat together."

Wen Ling nodded solemnly, but the corners of her mouth curled, and she seemed to be crying again.

The two stood in front of the door where the male ghost was hiding, taking a deep breath.

Wen Ling clenched the hands of the basket and Xiaolan tightly.

Although this is just a game.

But the world is not a game.

The game has a choice of games.

We have ours.

Xiaolan grabbed the doorknob, and finally glanced at Wen Ling.

The two nodded at the same time.

Open the door.

A bright light flashed into the eyes of the two.

"Shushasha..."