Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 407

   "It's not me..." Wan Sheng cried and cried, "I didn't do it, brother, believe me... it's... it's them..."

   Xiaolan was taken aback, thinking that they had been planted by Wansheng. After a while, he realized that Wansheng was referring to "them" in him.

  The sound of hurried footsteps came from the living room to the bedroom, and then fell silent.

   "Wan Sheng, what do you mean by your words?" Zhao Baihuan's voice was trembling, "have those...reappeared in you? Hasn't it been a long time?"

   "I'm sorry... Brother, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

  Xiao Lan shrank at the very edge of the balcony, and through the gaps in the curtains at the corners, he could see what was happening in the bedroom.

   "Wansheng, don't just apologize. Tell us what happened. You didn't do it. Who did it?" Zhao Qianle knelt on his knees and held Wansheng's shoulders.

  Wansheng sobbed, and recounted what had just been told to them in a fragmented manner.

  Zhao Baihuan’s gloomy eyes locked on the corpse. He was silent for a while and asked Xiang Wansheng, “So, this is what they did when they appeared, right?”

Wan Sheng with tears on his face nodded.

Eh? Why didn't those two personalities come out to refute?

  Is it because the Lord is right in front of you, so embarrassed to come out to dance.

   is silent again.

  For a long time, Zhao Baihuan's eyes became resolute. He glanced at the corpse and then at Wansheng.

   "Don't be afraid, leave the rest to brother."

   "Brother?" Zhao Qianle looked at Zhao Baihuan in disbelief, "This time it's a human being, this is a crime, million... they killed someone!"

   "Wansheng didn't kill anyone, didn't you hear it?" Zhao Baihuan pulled out a stiff sneer, "It was made by those two personalities, Qianle, this is what we did, and it was made by us in Wansheng."

  Zhao Qianle stopped making a sound.

  Zhao Baihuan lowered his head and said repeatedly, "Wan Sheng will not kill."

After   , apart from Wan Sheng's faint sobbing, there was no other sound in the room.

  The two were silent, thinking.

  It was too quiet inside, which made them afraid to breathe while hiding on the balcony.

  Don’t know why, Wan Sheng hasn’t confessed them yet.

  The sky gradually darkened.

   "It's the same as before."

  I don’t know how long it took, a hoarse word floated out of Zhao Baihuan’s throat.

  Zhao Qianle sat on the bed and grabbed her hair weakly.

  "Are you still behind?"

   "Yes," Zhao Baihuan replied immediately, "but this time I have to go later."

  From beginning to end, Wan Sheng kept leaning against the wall with his eyes absent, saying "I'm sorry" from time to time.

  The night then sinks.

  The people in the house are almost motionless.

  People outside the house dare not move.

  Finally, Zhao Baihuan took out the phone from his jacket pocket, opened the front cover, and glanced at the time.

   "Qianle, you go out and have a look."

  Zhao Qianle let out a long sigh, then quickly stood up, and the sound of the door opening came from outside the bedroom.

   "Wan Sheng," Zhao Baihuan squatted down and grabbed Wan Sheng's hand, "Go to your brother's bedroom and take a good rest, forget about this, don't go out, and don't make a noise, okay?"

  Tears began to flow in Wansheng’s eye sockets, but he bit his lower lip and nodded firmly. Zhao Baihuan patted his back, so the thin boy took his slippers and disappeared into the living room.

   Only himself and the corpse are left.

  Of course, he didn’t know that there was a large audience next to him.

Zhao Baihuan quickly tore off the sheet, brought a broom and a mop, and carried the corpse in with the broken tissues. With his hands and teeth, he rolled the remnant of the sheet into a package-like thing, and then went straight to the balcony. .

  Everyone was so scared that they didn't even dare to breathe in the air-conditioning.

   Then, Zhao Baihuan went around the curtains and walked to the closet erected by the wall.

  He took out two more sheets, wrapped them around the mass of corpses, and walked into the living room.

  Taking this opportunity, they hurriedly stretched their muscles and bones. After a sluggish effort, Zhao Baihuan returned, carrying a big bag that should be used to hold bedding.

   "Brother!"

  The door squeaked open, and Zhao Qianle entered the door, shaking Zhao Baihuan with fright.

  It seems that even if you pretend to be calm, when you put this kind of thing in front of you, your mental tension is unavoidable.

   "How is it?" Zhao Baihuan put the parcel into the bag and closed the zipper.

   "No one, I have broken the light behind, now I can go out."

"it is good."

  The two lifted up the big bag and went out the door.

  Door closing sound, door lock sound.

  "Can we go out?" Qin Yin made a mouth gesture.

  The chief drew a little curtain first, and slowly extended a leg, then half of his body, and then returned to the bedroom as a whole.

  He waved his hand to signal them to come in.

  The group of people blew motionlessly in the night breeze for several hours, and now they were finally able to move, so there was a quack of joint movement in the room.

   "Hurry up!" Luo Jiutian opened the door and looked around, "No one, let's go, or we should come back soon."

   "Can't go, we're going to the place where they buried their bodies," said the Taoist chief, "We also need to see what all lives have been killed."

   "It makes sense, Brother Dao has the final say."

  Several people went out one by one. After Xiaolan went out, she looked back, but suddenly saw a pair of cold eyes.

  Wansheng was standing behind a corner wall, his body and head were exposed, and he was staring at them.

   Seeing Xiaolan's face turned blue, the others looked over.

  Unexpectedly, a cruel smile appeared on Wan Sheng’s face.

   "It's almost over."

  After saying this, Wan Sheng disappeared behind the wall.

   "This child is definitely mentally ill." The fool said, pointing to the place where Wansheng disappeared.

   "Okay, let's go quickly." Jasmine shrank her neck and walked for two steps, then stepped back, "Wait, they locked the door just now, we can't lock it without the key, Xiaolan, will you lock the door?"

"This……"

  My ability is one-way, reverse operation is not great.

   Before Xiaolan could say anything, the Taoist leader helped her and Jasmine’s back and pushed them, "Let’s go first, we don’t care about this, anyway, we even forgot to pull the curtains back."

"what?!"

   "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

  A group of people headed out of the corridor, staying in the smell of blood for so long, and it even seemed that the garbage was not so smelly.

   "They said they were behind," Qin Yin pointed to the back of the building, "Shall we split up?"

   "Of course," the fool grabbed her arm and walked to the right. "Otherwise eight people, are you afraid they won't see us?"

  So, the eight people were divided into four groups, and they approached the open space behind the building in four different directions.

  (End of this chapter)