Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 443

   Dongming slumped on the ground, still pinching the gauze that had just been turned from the refrigerator.

  And Lao Liu was crouching and leaning against the wall, his head resting on the ground, and he stopped moving.

   "Old Liu!" Fan Wenrui yelled and rushed over, followed by others.

  Siman gave a short scream, but was quickly covered by the glasses.

   "What's wrong with Lao Liu?" Fan Wenrui knelt next to Lao Liu on one knee, raised his shoulder, and asked Xiang Dongming.

   "I... I'm sitting here, just as Old Liu just found the gauze and was going to bandage me, he... he suddenly began to bleed."

  Bleeding? !

  Fan Wenrui shook old Liu lightly, "Old Liu! Old Liu..."

  Under the action of external force, Lao Liu's body tilted, lying on the ground softly.

  I see, blood.

   Ai Luo's piercing scream sounded from Xiaolan's ear again.

  Old Liu's eyes widened, his mouth was slightly open, scarlet blood flowed out of the corners of his eyes, mouth, and nose, and there was still a deep disbelief in his eyes.

  Fan Wenrui stretched out his fingers and probed Lao Liu's nose, and sat down on the ground.

   "He... he is dead..."

  "Why..." Before Xiao Lan asked what she said, she was hugged by Ai Luo, and she couldn't utter a word.

"How could this be?" Fortunately, Sister Mei said Xiaolan's lines. She stepped over to Lao Liu's body, testing her pulse and confirming her breathing. She raised her head with a grim expression, "Really dead." Now, this... it's impossible."

  Everyone looked at Dong Ming, who was flushed.

   "I didn't do anything!" Dong Ming took a step backwards, "I swear! I... I really saw Lao Liu suddenly... I don't know anything!..."

  "Don’t worry, Dongming, we don’t doubt you," Fan Wenrui stood up, "You tell us in detail, what happened? What were you talking about when the accident happened? Be detailed."

Dongming swallowed and spit, then pressed the tears in his eyes back, shivering, "I'm sitting there, on this chair, and then Lao Liu... Lao Liu handed me the gauze and was about to sit. The other side helped me bandage, but suddenly I grabbed my neck and widened my eyes and began to bleed... I was terrified, and quickly stood up. He looked very painful and leaned against the wall. After a while, he just knelt down. Moved, I really don’t know..."

   Seeing Dongming's appearance, it doesn't seem to be a lie, and if it was really his hands, it would be too obvious.

  "Will it be poisoned?" Xiaolan desperately broke free of Ai Luo's arm.

  Fan Wenrui shook his drooping head, “There is no doctor among us, and there is no way to determine how he died, and we all eat the same things. There is no reason for this to happen.”

"Now that we have died two people, this is definitely not a coincidence," Sister Mei said in a low voice, "First of all, we have to consider whether Lao Liu's death was a homicide or an accident. If it was a homicide, then the person who killed Lao Liu and the murder Will the person who died of Miss Su be the same person? His purpose is...what are you laughing at?"

  Everyone followed Mei's eyes and looked over, it was Feng Jing who was standing in front of the kitchen with a sneer.

   "Nothing, nothing," Feng Jing shook his hands casually, still with a disdainful smile on his face, "I didn't laugh at that dead man, I laughed at you."

   "What are you laughing at me?" Sister Mei's eyes were visibly dark.

"I laughed at you, laughed at you swaying around, you really think of yourself as something," Feng Jing said, turning around and walking into the living room, "Don't be anxious, you can't even see through other people's disguise, you Just pray for a few more nights."

   "What is he talking nonsense." Ai Luo muttered.

  Xiaolan quietly glanced at the reaction of the glasses and Siman, and sure enough, after hearing these words, the hands of the two held together trembling a little.

  These two people have some problems.

After putting Lao Liu's body in the morgue, everyone became calmer. Fan Wenrui helped Dongming bandage the wound. Several people sat down and began to resume the game.

"If Dongming is telling the truth...Don't mind Dongming, we are assuming...If Dongming didn't lie, Lao Liu died either in an accident or in some kind of murder that can be remotely controlled, no one is okay, right? ?" Fan Wenrui asked.

  Sister Mei nodded, "Which method of death is usually a symptom of bleeding from seven orifices?"

  Everyone who has never studied medicine was silent for a while.

   "Just... it's poisoning," said the glasses.

   "Where did the poison go?" Xiao Lan asked with frowning.

   "Has he touched anything?" Ai Luo looked up at the refrigerator, "Will it be in the refrigerator?"

  Sister Mei raised her hand and said, "It shouldn’t be. I checked the refrigerator after Lao Liu’s accident. There was no foreign body, and I was not poisoned."

  The head is really iron.

  Xiaolan quietly handed a respect in her heart, and nodded solemnly on the surface.

   "Then remotely controlled murder... how to achieve it?" Dong Ming regained some sense of reason, and asked openly.

  Everyone can only shake their heads dejectedly.

  There are still too few clues.

  Everyone was chatting, Feng Jing, who had been watching TV in the living room, suddenly appeared behind Sister Mei. He glanced at them briefly, went straight to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and took out a box of bento.

  Feng Jing didn't say anything else, after taking the lunch, he turned around and walked back to the living room.

   "What's his nerve...oh, it's getting dark again?" Ai Luo stared at the sky outside the window in surprise.

   Xiaolan quickly turned his head and looked out the window.

  Sure enough, the dusk outside the window has passed, and the night is full of colors, and everything in the day is caged into the night again.

   "What time is this..." Fan Wenrui looked down at his watch, "Huh? It's actually nine o'clock."

  The same time as the lunch box appeared yesterday.

  However, it only feels like a few hours have passed.

  It was almost eleven o'clock after eating the bento. Everyone wanted to discuss something more, but drowsiness fell. Everyone yawned. They could only choose to rest first and talk about other things tomorrow.

"The girls are wronged and wronged, live on the bed in the living room," Fan Wenrui is so sleepy that his eyes have multiple double eyelids, "Are glasses and Sman still sleeping on the sofa? Ok... Don't be afraid, glasses will protect you. Yes, our room will not be closed, um, you have to shout when something goes wrong."

   After finishing the instructions, Fan Wenrui took Dongming back to the boys’ bedroom. Feng Jing had already fallen asleep. The two opened the door wide, fell on the bed, and fell asleep.

   Xiaolan felt Airo clutching her clothes on her back, leaning on her tightly, and falling asleep in the living room amidst the sound of one after another breathing.

   Xiaolan felt like she was walking.

  The feet are wet and heavy, as if wading in the water.

   Far away, there is something waiting for me.

   Xiaolan walked over.

   is two big characters.

  The two characters were like two reinforced concrete stone castles, standing in front of Xiaolan, blocking his way.

  The two words are...

  Little Red.

   is one's own pseudonym.

  Suddenly, Xiaolan found a gap, and she slipped through the gap.

   succeeded.

  She looked back.

  But those two characters have changed.

  Xiaolan.

   became her real name.

  (End of this chapter)