Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 659 Finger marks

   Xiaolan hid behind a high coal pile, taking the blackness of the coal as his protective color.

  Because, it's almost dawn.

  Before the next night, this is the safest place.

  It is directly behind the ancestral hall, and it is only a distance from the ancestral hall. However, Xiaolan is not worried that someone will come over, because although it is only a short distance, Xiaolan has crawled in Meishan for a long time before finding it.

  This is a position that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. As long as Xiaolan hears a little movement, he can run into the depths of the woods, and when he enters the mountain, it will be even harder for him to be caught.

   Confirmed the geographical advantage, Xiaolan lay down behind the coal pile with peace of mind, quietly looking towards the back edge of the ancestral hall.

  When the purple and white on the horizon appeared slightly, there seemed to be some commotion on the road in front of the ancestral hall.

  Xiaolan could only tell that it was two women who were talking in a hurry. She couldn't understand the content of the conversation. After the two said a few words, they called out loudly.

  This time Xiaolan heard it clearly.

   "Er Mao!...... Er Mao!......"

  The two called out the name together, and as the calling sound faded away, the surroundings returned to calm.

Xiaolan looked forward from behind the coal pile. From here, he could see the back of the ancestral hall, and through the gaps in the woods, he could see a large road. When she looked out, two women just passed by. Xiaolan saw them trotting hurriedly.

what happened?

  Who are they looking for?

   First exclude yourself, after all, he is not called Ermao.

  Xiaolan thought of the boy unconsciously.

The name   Er Mao fits well with that thin monkey-like image.

  Has he not returned home yet?

   Xiaolan shrank back and sat back on the coal pile.

  Where did that kid go?

  Is it still in the ancestral hall, right?

  But I watched him run away at the time, although...I didn't see where he went.

  When I woke up in the morning, Xiaolan heard the same woman's voice again.

  The woman still called Ermao's name, and ran back from the road, her voice sounded even more anxious.

   Xiaolan was anxious.

  About an hour later, the village slowly regained consciousness.

  All kinds of sounds sounded in a mixed manner, and among them were the desperate calls of women.

  The whole village seemed to have been dispatched. By noon, the name of "Er Mao" had been suspended over the village, shouting alternately in various voices.

   Xiaolan tugged at her hair.

  If Ermao is really that boy, Ma Ye, wouldn’t he be the last to see him?

  In the afternoon, the call was weakened, and in the evening, it was almost inaudible.

Did you find it?

   Xiaolan moved her muscles and bones for a while. All day, she was hiding here while counting coals while listening to the movement in the village. She didn't know if Ermao had found it, but her legs must be numb.

   "Oh my god..."

   Xiaolan arched her waist and rubbed her legs, warming up, and the night was about to fall again, and her activity time was approaching.

  The star lights in the village went out, and the surroundings fell into silence. Xiaolan got out of the coal pile, climbed the coal mountain, and returned to the back of the ancestral hall.

  She intended to detour out of the small road on the right side of the ancestral hall, but when she came to the side of the large altar, she stopped.

  The big altar, which is the crematorium in Lianshui Village.

  This thing is also related to the prophet.

   Xiaolan decided to go in and check again. When she walked to the door, she noticed something was wrong.

  The door of the Great Altar is concealed.

  The hook on the door does not snap onto the iron ring on the other side, but hangs down beside the handle.

  Clearly closed when he left.

   Xiaolan stood in place and solidified for several seconds.

  I have been staring behind the coal pile, and no one has been here.

   "Meow..."

  In the hidden iron gate, a small meow sounded.

   is a cat?

  But... can the cat open this door?

"Meow meow……"

   Xiaolan stretched out her hand and slowly opened the low iron gate.

  A dazzling bright orange came into Xiaolan's sight.

  The tabby cat sat on the ground with her back to Xiaolan. Hearing the movement behind her, the cat did not panic, but turned her head slowly, looked at Xiaolan, and called again.

   "Meow..."

   "Huh... how did you get in?" Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief, bending over to hug the cat, "Enough..."

  The tabby cat did not dodge and struggle, letting Xiaolan pick it up.

  The cat left the ground. At its original location, something appeared.

  At the beginning, Xiaolan didn't understand what it was.

  Later, with the faint meowing, Xiaolan's goose bumps all stood up.

  That is a foot.

  A bare foot, in the moonlight, a bony white that makes people feel chilling.

   Xiaolan followed that foot and looked up.

  Don’t, don’t, don’t...

   Xiaolan held her breath abruptly.

  The boy leaned motionlessly against the black-gray inner wall of the altar. His round black eyes were wide, his fuchsia tongue was dragged long on his chin, his pupils were dilated, his complexion was pale, and he had already lost the slightest popularity.

   Xiaolan felt her stomach surge, and the bone-chilling cold made her tremble.

   "Meow..."

  The tabby cat jumped away from her, pulling Xiaolan back into reality.

he died.

   Xiaolan pressed her abdomen, squatted down, and got close to the boy's body.

  The boy exudes the hot flashes of a newly-dead person, Xiaolan still remembers Qin Yin calling it the "smell of soul".

   Xiaolan stretched out her hand to poke under the boy's nose, then stretched out her hand to press his neck.

he died.

and……

  Xiao Lan took his hand away, and the purple and black on the boy’s neck were clearly visible. Those were five fingerprints deeply on the boy’s skin. The boy was strangled to death.

   Xiaolan knew that her expression must be ugly at this time.

  The boy's arms were pulled to his side, and both hands were curled into chicken feet. When Xiaolan reached out and touched, his clenched hand was released.

The boy’s palm was full of bruises that he had cut out. Xiaolan looked at those bruises, but she thought that these bruises would never be healed, just like the boy’s long tongue never got better. The law has been taken back.

   Xiaolan raised the boy's little hand, there were traces of blood in the boy's nails. Before he died, he must have experienced a violent struggle.

  There should also be traces left on the murderer's body, if...

   Xiaolan was stunned.

  She saw her hand.

  A few blood-red scratches were engraved on the back of her hand.

  Xiaolan quickly touched the red patches.

   is indeed a scratch.

its not right.

  When did these scratches appear on your hands?

  Before this, I had never noticed, but...

   Xiaolan trembling, put down the boy's hand.

  She looked at the five fingerprints.

   Then, she used her hand to compare it.

  Own hands are tightly shrouded in fingerprints, not many points, not many points.

  (End of this chapter)