Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 446: Sort

Chapter 446 Sorting

The attacker stopped his movements, his strength was stagnant, and he fell down.

Ai Luo panting with fright, trembling and hiding behind Xiaolan.

"Is he dead?..."

"I don't know." In the darkness, Xiaolan stared at the silhouette of the man on the ground, "Let’s turn on the light first, and then wake up Mei Sister and Fan Wenrui."

The light was on, and the light made Xiaolan feel less uneasy.

Sure enough, the attacker was Feng Jing.

The sharp knife fell on the bed, and Feng Jing lay on his side, with traces of blood oozing out on the back of his head.

"Ah...I...Did I kill him?" Ai Luo held her little hand and froze against the wall.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Xiaolan said perfunctorily, and trot to Fan Wenrui who was sleeping on the sofa.

"Fan Wenrui, Fan Wenrui!..."

Fan Wenrui slept soundly, Xiaolan shook him a few times more, his eyelids trembled slightly, and after a few seconds, he slowly woke up.

"Little Red? What's the matter?" Fan Wenrui narrowed his eyes, still looking awake.

"Feng Jing wants to kill me."

"Feng... is going to kill you?!" Fan Wenrui fully awake this time. He turned his head and glanced at Feng Jing on the ground, with a shocked but unexpected expression on his face.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm okay, Airo helped me."

Xiaolan briefly explained, then bypassed the sofa in the center of the living room, and walked to Sister Mei on the other bed.

Sister Mei was buried in the quilt, only part of the top of her head was exposed, just like Fan Wenrui, still asleep.

"Sister Mei...wake up..."

Xiaolan shook Sister Mei's body.

"Feng Jing is just dizzy, let me tie him up." Fan Wenrui said behind him.

"Well, yes."

Xiaolan turned her head, and then shook Sister Mei’s arm slightly.

"Sister Mei, Sister Mei, don't sleep."

Still no response.

Weird, did Sister Mei sleep so heavily a few nights ago?

"Okay, I tied him to the bed," Fan Wenrui clapped his hands and walked over, "Sister Mei is not awake yet?"

"It seems a bit strange." Xiaolan turned to Fan Wenrui and said.

The uneasy feeling crawled back to Xiaolan's chest.

Ai Luo also leaned behind Xiaolan, and the three of them stood by the bed, looking at the sleeping sister Mei.

Xiaolan stretched out her hand, grabbed the corner of the bed, and lifted it a little bit.

Unkempt hair, tight eyes.

and also……

The three of them took a breath.

Sister Mei’s neck was marked with a blue-purple streak.

"Sister Mei!" Xiaolan quickly sniffed Sister Mei's breath.

There is no feeling of air passing by.

Skin, cold.

Xiaolan gaped, "Sister Mei... is dead."

Fan Wenrui’s eyes were filled with fear, and then a little bit of doubt.

"How did she die?"

Hearing this, Xiaolan also found something wrong, and she lifted all the quilts in her hands, revealing sister Mei’s stiff body.

Sister Mei has no other scars on her body.

"Sister Mei was strangled to death..."

Fan Wenrui moved aside, "But Feng Jing has a knife in his hand."

Feng Jing has a knife, how can he choose to strangle others?

There is another person who killed Sister Mei.

Xiaolan felt cold, and suddenly remembered Airo who had been sticking behind her.

At the same time, the familiar feeling of coldness is like a cold arrow, madly rolling towards his own back waist.

"Little Red!" Fan Wenrui rushed over.

Xiaolan felt it, pressing against the tip of the back waist.

Ai Luo still hugged herself, but her breathing seemed to be cold.

Then, from the point where the tip of the knife touched her body as the center, a warm feeling spread.

The familiar feeling of power adjustment returned to Xiaolan's body.

She felt that the cold tip of the knife was forced away from her body.

"you……"

"Xiaohong!" Fan Wenrui had already jumped behind Xiaolan. He hugged Xiaolan's shoulders, twisted back with his arm as the axis, raised his elbow and borrowed force, and directly knocked the dazed Ai Luo away.

"Are you okay?" Fan Wenrui let go of Xiaolan.

"I'm fine."

Ai Luo was knocked back two steps, and tripped on the side of the sofa, her feet were unstable, and she fell directly in front of Feng Jing.

In her hand, she was holding the sharp knife Feng Jing used to attack her.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Xiaolan finally found out.

"What are you going to do?" Fan Wenrui stopped in front of Xiaolan, and questioned Airo who got up from the ground.

Ai Luo’s innocent and lovely face, at this time, had a vicious expression on it.

"What else can I do, of course I win," Ai Luo said sullenly, "Oh, but don't worry, this level is almost over."

After speaking, Airo raised the sharp knife in her hand high.

Xiaolan and Fan Wenrui took a defensive posture.

But Ai Luo did not swing the knife at them.

Amidst the dumbfoundedness of the two of them, Ai Luo rushed towards Feng Jing who was still in a coma, raised the sharp knife in his hand, and stabbed him fiercely towards his chest.

Blood is like bursting rose petals.

One knife, one knife, one knife...

Feng Jing’s front breast was soaked in blood.

"Now!"

Ai Luo threw the knife on the ground, slowly stood up, and the corner of her mouth splashed into the plasma with a slight smile.

She turned her head and stared at Xiaolan and Fan Wenrui, opening a sweet smile.

smiled so that they had hair straight behind their backs.

"Alright, don't be afraid," Airo patted the dust off her body, "Everything is over, friends, we are the winners of the fourth mission, why, are you unhappy?"

"What...what do you mean?" Fan Wenrui took Xiaolan back together.

"I mean... Now, see, this is the rule of the fourth mission. Now, as the last survivors, we have won the game."

Sure enough, the surrounding scenes changed, and darkness replaced the furnishings in the living room. The only ones who stayed in place were the three of them.

Really... it's over?

"Who are you?" Fan Wenrui stopped Xiaolan, and the two were far away from Ai Luo.

"Me? A person like you who is eager to get a bonus."

Xiaolan patted Fan Wenrui's arm in front of her, and moved to the front, "Eluo, it turns out you are the one who can pretend most."

"Me? Haha," Ai Luo smiled grimly, her eyes were cold, "Little girl, I know, Xiao Hong must be a pseudonym, little sister, who is the one who can pretend the most? You will wait a moment. I know, here, the results are coming, let's take a look."

In the darkness, a bunch of familiar names emerged.

Xiaohong—Fan Wenrui—Sister Mei—Feng Jing—Ailao—Lao Liu—Glasses—Dongming—Su—Siman

This is the order that always appears in the game.

Under the word "Little Red", a golden digital dial appeared.

In the dial, several numbers begin to scroll.

stopped.

276.

this is……

Xiaolan suddenly realized.

This is the total score he got in the first three levels!

If you guessed correctly...

Fan Wenrui’s name also appeared under the name of a dial with scrolling numbers.