Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 405 It's Not Me

  Everyone looked at his hand.

   On the two long flat palms, an almost invisible silver thread lay quietly there.

  Qin Yin took a breath, "What's this?"

   "Look forward." The Taoist raised a hand and pointed to the end of the boulevard.

Although the silver line was so thin that it was almost hidden in the background, under the abundant sunlight, the line that extended to the distance refracted wisps of snow-white light, which made them notice the line that spread out along the street at a glance. .

  "Is this the hint he gave us?" Qiao Nian picked the thread. "It's so sweet."

   "Should we just follow this line? In case..." The fool still had some concerns.

  The road leader pulled the line a little higher, and the brilliance reflected by the silver line changed its position, "We have no other choice, do we?"

  Yes.

  At this time, even if Wan Sheng pulled a rope and tricked them into the fire pit, they probably had to go to the side of the pit and make sure that it was a pit before they could run.

There are a few pedestrians passing by from time to time on the street, some are rushing, and some are throwing strange eyes at them, but this has no effect on them, because they know that everything is fake, so when everyone is lined up When a row of squeezed lines moves forward, the sense of shame in my heart is not so strong.

   "When does this have to go?" Standing in the middle of the queue, Qin Yin tilted his head and looked forward across the shoulders of several people.

  The silver wire is not over yet.

   "It seems to be a community in front," Jasmine in the front row narrowed her eyes, "This thread has spread into the gate of the community!"

   "It must be Wan Sheng's community." Luo Jiutian turned his face and took a look.

  Everyone let go of the silver wire and ran straight into the community.

  This is a dilapidated old community. The gates are basically furnishings. There are not many passers-by in the community. A few grandpas and aunts looked at this group of people running past their eyes.

  The silver wire stretched into one of the buildings.

  The door of the corridor is even open.

  Jasmine took the lead, facing the sundries and garbage piled up in the dark corner under the stairs. The strange smell in the corridor made Jasmine's little face wrinkled unconsciously.

   Then came in one by one, wrinkled one by one.

   "Do they live here?" Qin Yin covered his nose with one hand and waved with the other.

   "They were still three children back then. It would be nice to have a place to live," the fool removed the bicycle that was blocked by the corridor, "Shall we go up now?"

   "Of course I went up, otherwise I have to be suffocated here."

  As soon as the idiot moved the bicycle, Qin Yin rushed up the stairs one step at a time, and stepped up in three steps. Within a few seconds, her shout came from above.

   "Come on! The line is over! It's this one!"

  The garbage on the top has a lot of faint smell, replaced by the unique pickle flavor of the old community in the air, and a hint of...inexplicably familiar flavor.

   Standing in front of everyone was a sturdy anti-theft door, incompatible with other dilapidated places in the corridor.

  The silver thread passed straight through the door and finally disappeared.

  Everyone looked at this door.

  This is Wan Sheng’s home.

  The leader knocked on the door.

   "Wait, what shall we say to them? Zhao Baihuan should not know us now." Qin Yin grabbed Dao Chang's arm.

   "Just say that Xiaolan is Wansheng's classmate, come to Wansheng to do his homework." Baomu's idea is really open, completely ignoring the feelings of the heroine of his plot.

   "Yes."

  Daochang agreed in one second, and then knocked on the door three times.

  There is no movement in the door.

  Jasmine raised her fist and banged it three times.

  No one answered, let alone open the door.

  "Aren't they here?" Qin Yin lay down at the cat's eye and looked at it in vain. "Then we are attracted to...Does it mean that we need to find a way to get in?"

   "This is not so good..." Jasmine said worriedly.

   "I... I seem to smell blood," Baomu arched his nose suddenly and sniffed around. "It seems to be bloody. I thought it was the smell of kimchi just now, it's faint."

what! It's bloody!

   Xiaolan nodded immediately, "I can smell it too!"

   Jasmine's eyes flashed, "Let’s go in now."

  This anti-theft door has no handle and only a keyhole. Xiaolan has not tried to open such a door, but she just fumbled around the keyhole a few times, and the door lock bounced off with a click.

  Everyone swallowed their praise for Xiaolan, quietly opened the door, and crept in.

   Entering the door is the living room. There are a few simple pieces of furniture in the living room. The silver thread is no longer visible on this end of the door. It seems that the silver thread’s task is now successfully completed.

  The smell of pickled vegetables was blocked outside the door, but the **** smell floating in the shallow soap smell became more obvious.

  When everyone else smelled it, Baomu had already pointed accurately to a closed door.

   "There!" he said in a breath.

  Everyone walked over on tiptoes.

   "There are voices..."

   "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!..."

  Jasmine covered Qiao Nian’s mouth.

  Vague voice came from the door.

  Everyone pressed their ears to the door.

   "It's not me...not me..."

   "You did it."

"no……"

   "We did it."

  "I don’t...how am I...obviously just a puppy, how could...I remember he was just a puppy..."

   "We will be punished."

   "No...no...no..."

   "Huh, isn't it great now?"

   "We have to pay the price."

   "No... brother... don't say anything..."

  "Stop talking? You want us to stop talking?"

   "No... brother... stay with me... you want to stay with me..."

  Listen, there are three people inside.

  However, the voices of the three people are exactly the same.

   "It is Wansheng."

   Xiaolan pushed open the door.

  Although they were mentally prepared, everyone almost yelled.

  The strong smell of blood pours out the nose.

  In this room, there are red everywhere.

  Baomu retched directly.

  In a small bedroom less than ten square meters, tables and chairs, sheets, curtains, and white flowers on the walls are all splashed with scarlet flesh and blood.

  The chair was neatly received under the desk. Next to the chair, there was a pool of flesh and blood that was hard to see in human form. A hammer covered with blood plasma was thrown beside the corpse, and some human tissues were hung on it.

  By the bed, a little boy sat curled up on the ground, his **** arms clasped his knees, his blood-splattered face, and a pair of **** eyes staring straight at them.

   Xiaolan was a little hairy by his eyes, after all, she was still holding the doorknob, standing in the front.

  Qin Yin slowed down for a long time, finally closed his mouth, and then immediately reached out and pulled Xiaolan to his side, and also covered her eyes.

  Although she can't see it anymore, Xiaolan can feel that the boy's eyes are still staring at her.

   Now Xiaolan is even more frightened.

  (End of this chapter)