Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 442 Someone did something?

   "I fell asleep when I went back, about half past eleven." Fan Wenrui continued.

   "I'm almost the same," Lao Liu recalled, "Maybe later than them, around twelve o'clock."

  Dongming drew close to Fan Wenrui, "Me too, I have a bed with Brother Rui, and fell asleep at about the same time as Brother Rui."

   "What about you?" Sister Mei looked at Feng Jing with a look of distrust.

"Me? I have to be after twelve-thirty," Feng Jing cooperated, "but I can prove what they said, because I only fell asleep after confirming that they were all asleep, after all...hehe, I'm afraid that the person who died is me, right?"

  Yin and Yang are weird, I really want to hit him.

   "I... I have a bit of insomnia, and I fell asleep after a while," Airo scratched her head, "The last time I looked at the clock, it seemed to be almost one o'clock, if I fell asleep... it would be almost two o'clock."

   2:26.

   Xiaolan had dark circles under her eyes, and her face was resentful.

   "I also have a bit of insomnia," but Xiaolan didn't explain it, "I was a little later than Aylor, and I didn't fall asleep until about 2:30."

   "Young people are in good health," Old Liu smiled, turning his head to look at Siman and glasses, "How about the two?"

   "We talked briefly, and fell asleep after twelve o'clock. Let's be together." The glasses put Siman in his arms and replied.

"It seems that Xiaohong fell asleep at the latest," Fan Wenrui took two steps closer, "It just so happens that you are still in the same room with Miss Su. Do you remember what happened before you fell asleep? What was Miss Su's condition when you fell asleep? Was she asleep?"

  Xiaolan can only work hard to dig out the things before going to bed last night from his memory.

"I remember... After we divided the beds, Miss Su went to her bed without saying anything," Xiaolan began to look back. "After that, the room seemed to be quiet. After she lay down, she didn't move much. Before I fell asleep, her bed was always quiet, but I was sure she was lying in it."

   "Then she was killed after we were all asleep," Fan Wenrui said, "And, no one of us heard the sound."

   "Probably because we are still in the game, if the game is forced to rest, it will not let us hear anything." Sister Mei replied.

   "Are you sure someone killed Miss Su?" Xiaolan stretched her head and looked in the bathroom.

  "From the state of death, he killed him," Lao Liu looked at Xiaolan, "and what's the point of suicide here? Isn't it all because I want to... I want to win the game?"

  This is true.

   "But why is Xiao Su?... Does it have anything to do with the order of our names that appeared in the first place?"

   Airo’s words made them seriously analyze the order of that name.

   "How many girls does Miss Su rank in number?"

  Fan Wenrui took out a piece of paper from his pocket and looked at it, "Miss Su is the ninth."

   "I'm behind her." Siman raised his hand timidly.

Seeing everyone's gazes toward their girlfriends, their glasses stood up, "What do you mean? Me and Siman have been together last night, and she is a girl... why don't you suspect the suspected man? The name is next to Su There is not only one girl..."

  These words point to the eighth place in front of Miss Su—Dong Ming.

Hearing what he said, Dongming's face flushed, "What do you mean? She is not a murderer, am I? Do you have any evidence? I think you two must be the most suspicious if you must sleep on your own mysteriously! "

   "Why do you say that Sman?"

   "Then why do you say that to me?"

   "Woo, stop arguing... I was wrong... It's all me..."

"Shut up, all of you," Feng Jing raised his voice, blanked them indifferently, turned his head and walked into the living room, "Who is it supposed to be shown to you? You are all very happy with the absence of an opponent. Oh, there is still kung fu noisy? It's better to figure out how to go on your own way first."

   "How can you say this..."

Fan Wenrui stopped Airo, who was about to point at Feng Jing’s nose and yell at him. Instead of paying attention to this self-righteous guy, he gathered the others together and said in a deep voice, “Leave him alone, let’s take Su Take down the girl's body."

  Several people took off the shower sprinklers, and what was in front of them was just a cold and miserable female corpse.

  "Where should I put it?" Dongming carefully held Miss Su's head.

   "Or... put it in our bedroom first." Fan Wenrui said.

"what?"

   "You can't put girls there, or how can they sleep?"

   "Don't, let's put it in our bedroom," Sister Mei stood at the front and opened the door of the girls' bedroom. "That one is Miss Su's bed. Yes, it's really impossible. We can move the other two beds into the living room."

"Right."

  After a lot of work, the original girl’s bedroom became a temporary morgue. Xiaolan sat on the bed that had been moved into the living room, resting her chin, and thinking hard.

  What does the sequence of names represent?

  And why would anyone want to kill Miss Su?

  Tonight, what will happen again?

Ai Luo still clings to Xiaolan's side. Sister Mei, Lao Liu and Fan Wenrui are standing in the corner of the living room and discussing. Glasses and Siman lie on a small sofa and whisper, Dongming half leaning against the window, watching Looking out the window in a daze, Feng Jing tilted Erlang's legs and watched the TV. He couldn't see any worry at all.

  Among these people, is there really a murderer who killed Miss Su?

  Dongming stared blankly, suddenly raised his fist and smashed it against the window glass.

   "What's the matter?" Old Liu dashed forward almost.

   "There is no door here, but there is a window!" Dong Ming increased his strength, "We can break the window to get out! We will win! It must be like this..."

   "Dongming, calm down..."

   "嚓!"

  With a crisp sound, the glass was actually smashed out of a bowl-sized hole by Dongming.

  Everyone immediately leaned over and looked at the big hole together.

  Different from the bright sunlight outside the window, what you see along this hole is a large, thick and surging pitch black.

   "It's naive," Feng Jing's mockery sounded behind everyone, "What's the worry, there are enough people, we will naturally let us out...Of course, you can also run out now, just to reduce the number of us."

Lao Liu stared at Dongming's bleeding hand, turned around and waved away Siman who was blocking the way, angrily walked to the side of the sofa and looked down at Feng Jing, "What is the number of people is enough? What is the number of people is reduced? You **** talk. Tell me clearly!"

   "Huh, the truth is revealed so soon? Old fellow, you can't do it either."

"you!……"

   "Old Liu! Old Liu, calm down..." Fan Wenrui rushed to grab the already raised fist, "Old Liu, calm down, I'll talk to him, you go to the back to help Dongming bandage."

  Lao Liu’s panting eased, he glared at Feng Jing and then took Dong Ming to the kitchen.

   "Big Brother Feng Jing, this... Miss Su's thing is really exciting. We don't understand the rules and it is inevitable to be impulsive, but I still think that. As long as I can cooperate, I must be..."

   "Old Liu! Old Liu!..."

  Fan Wenrui hadn’t finished speaking, but Dongming’s scream came from the direction of the kitchen.

   "What's wrong with you, Lao Liu?... Lao Liu! Ah!--"

  (End of this chapter)