Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 136 Back to the fog

  Xiaolan was lying on the bed.

  Although she didn't feel tired, she closed her eyes and Xiaolan fell asleep.

  The sound of kicking footsteps.

  The self in the dream is walking to a place, and the line of sight is shaking. Xiaolan doesn't know if it is because of the dream or the owner of the line of sight is shaking.

  Holding his hands on the wall, this passage is very narrow, his arms cannot even be straightened, Xiaolan feels like a drunk person, and the picture in front of him is also hazy and illusory.

  Tap tap.

  Wait, there seems to be someone in front.

  In a blur, there is a walking back. Are you following this person?

  The man stopped and said something back.

   "It's okay..." Xiaolan felt a hoarse and unfamiliar voice in her throat, "I'm fine..."

  The man didn't speak any more, turned his head and went on, Xiaolan continued to staggered behind.

  The man stopped again. Instead of looking back this time, he opened a door and signaled himself to enter.

   "Are there?" said himself.

  The man smiled and said something, stretched out his hand to hold his right arm, he half-pushed and half-placed into the door like this, the man then came in and turned his head to lock the door.

  His eyes swept around the room, wherever he looked, it seemed like a red filter was added, ambiguous, but disturbing.

  Very ordinary living room, TV, sofa, coffee table, refrigerator.

   "It's pretty clean..." he said.

  The man leaned against the wall and said something.

   "The same...different..." he said, "Where is the bathroom?"

  The man pointed to a door at the end.

  Xiaolan supported the table and the wall all the way to the door, pushed it open, turned around, and turned on the light.

   took out the phone and swiped the screen a few times, paused for a few seconds, locked the screen, and put it back in his pocket.

   walked to the mirror, stretched out a hand to turn on the faucet, slowly raised his eyes, and finally looked at the mirror.

  Red and black plaid shirt, soft long black hair, pale face with melon seeds.

  Sure enough, this is a girl who has been heartbroken.

  Who is the murderer? Is it the man outside the door?

   Xiaolan wanted to rush out to see the person, but she couldn't control her current body at all.

  I didn’t even see if the person outside the door was a man or a woman.

  I raised my hands and smoothed my hair, looked at myself in the mirror, smiled hard, and patted my face lightly.

  The smile disappeared.

  Moving his hands down to the neckline, Xiaolan stared at "self" in the mirror, one by one, unbuttoning the shirt.

  The skin is also pale, and the girl's body is thin and beautiful. She wears nothing except a black bra inside. She put her right hand on her left chest, and a regular and rapid vibration came down.

  His breathing also started quickly.

  Just staring at herself in the mirror.

   "Boom boom!"

  The man is knocking on the door.

   turned his gaze to the door, and then back again.

  Look in the mirror.

   Her expression has not changed, but the person in the mirror has changed.

   Xiaolan watched the girl in the mirror change her brows and eyes from slightly drowsy to anger, the deep affection in her pupils disappeared, and she was replaced by deep anger.

  The person in the mirror raised his right hand and slammed it towards the mirror.

   "Go away!"

  When the sound of glass shattering sounded, his vision had fallen into the boundless darkness again, and he rotated and swayed in the darkness.

   Shaking violently, the whole world is shaking.

   "Crack squeak..."

   "Ah...ah..."

  Different from the illusion just now, this voice seemed to ring in my ears.

"what…"

  Is this a human voice?

  Wake up.

  "Um!..." Xiaolan opened his eyes sharply.

  The "creaking" at the foot of the bed stopped after Xiaolan's awakening. It was because he had a nightmare, so he was struggling?

   Xiaolan sat up, the surroundings were still pitch black, and a long bell suddenly sounded outside the window.

   "Clang!...Clang!...Clang!..."

   knocked three times.

   Xiaolan took out his watch and mobile phone, and the time displayed was exactly three o'clock in the morning.

  Isn’t the clock slowed by an hour? How could it be accurate again?

   Before Xiaolan thought about the answer to the bell, there was another movement at the door.

   rustling sound.

  There is someone outside the door!

   Xiao Lanfei rushed out of the bed as usual, without any slippers, went straight to the door, twisted the lock and opened the door, moving smoothly without any hesitation.

   "Oh!"

  A mass of black objects rolled into the room directly with the force of opening the door. Xiaolan took a closer look before subconsciously lifting her foot to kick it out. It turned out to be a person.

  The man rubbed his back and sat up, looked around, scratching his head awkwardly.

  "Baiyunqi? What are you doing here?"

  Bai Yunqi gave a light sigh.

   "I see you alone, I am worried..."

   "Are you worried that I will be killed like Yuxuan?"

  Bai Yun looked at Xiaolan and smiled relievedly.

"I think you want to share a room with Chi Miao, but I refused Luo Jiutian. I guess you don’t like living in a room with the opposite sex, but I’m afraid that something will happen to you, so I thought... Then I’ll sit at the door of your room. One night, if the ghost really finds you, I can still protect you, at least I can inform you in time."

   "Ah...I...I am very touched." Xiaolan stiffly expressed gratitude.

  As for why he didn’t consider setting up a room with Bai Yun, the real reason was that I was so angry that I had completely forgotten the existence of Bai Yunqi at the time, but this reason could never be said.

"Did you also wake up by the bell?" Bai Yun looked out the window, "I haven't slept for several days. I was planning to stay up all night today, but I fell asleep. The bell rang. I was awakened... You weren’t awakened by me, did you?"

   Xiaolan remembered the strange scream and violent shaking in her ear when she waved a palm through the mirror in her dream.

   "Well... No, I didn't wake up by you, but by the bell."

   "That's good...that's good..."

  The topic ended, and the two looked at each other awkwardly.

  "Or...or just sleep in this room," Xiaolan said, "There is a sofa here. I sleep on the sofa."

   "How can you sleep on the sofa? Should I sleep on the sofa."

   "Why?" Xiaolan asked while groping for the light switch, "I am small and you are tall. Why do you sleep on the sofa?"

   "It's not a question of size..."

"Snapped!"

  The lights in the room turned on, and the moment the orange light filled the room, both of them were shocked.

"This…"

  White walls, white roofs, and white sheets are all filled with red liquid.

  The blood characters on the sheets were densely packed, surrounding the position where Xiaolan was lying flat just now, vacating a human figure.

  The smell of blood drifted vaguely into the nasal cavity at this time.

   Really blood.

  The blood stains were not even dry, and the font was scribbled, just like a ghost in the wall struggling to break through the wall.

  What the **** is going on, what is going on.

  All the words in the room have the same content.

   Repeat these four words over and over again.

  "Back to the fog"

  (End of this chapter)