Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 245 Fasting

  The crowd gathered at the door of the village chief has dispersed.

  The large courtyard was left in the cold, and Xiaolan couldn't help looking at the low house next to the courtyard. Is the body of the old lady Huoyu still there for a few years?

  The courtyard was quiet, and the two of them sneaked in and opened the door carefully.

  Put up your ears and listen. There is no sound in the room.

When    walked to the door of the west wing room where the village chief’s body was found, Xiaolan almost jumped up with a sudden sound not far away.

   "Madam choose a coffin."

   came from another room.

  It should be the funeral businessman who is discussing with his wife about entering the funeral.

  After picking the coffin, the village chief should put it down, and there will be no chance to observe his corpse.

  Molly waved her hand, the two held their breath, and quickly got into the west wing of the morgue.

  The village chief really lay there.

   Xiaolan remembered the interrupted action last time, and first ran to the village head’s abdomen.

   Jasmine untied the village chief’s belt, Xiaolan pulled out the hem of his shirt and lifted it up slightly.

  The two met by chance and gasped.

  The village chief’s abdomen no longer exists. Something emptied the abdomen. A translucent flesh-colored tulle covered it, and the internal organs in the abdomen were also replaced by some strange objects.

  The fracture is smooth and tidy, and the flesh is not even turned out.

   Xiaolan stretched out her hand to lift the tulle.

   "What is this?" Jasmine couldn't help asking.

   "Shhh—"

  It was too late for Xiaolan to stop, and the conversation next door stopped abruptly.

   "Crack—"

  The door next door opened, and there were messy footsteps at the end of the corridor.

  They are here!

   Xiaolan gestured desperately at Jasmine, and took out something from the village chief’s abdomen. After restoring the corpse to its original shape, she pulled Jasmine out of the west wing and hid under the incense table at the end of the corridor.

   Seeing the hem of the flowing wave pattern, Xiaolan knew that it was his wife who had come. The wife led the two men hurriedly through the corridor and pushed open the door of the West Wing.

  Xiaolan is worried about whether there are any mistakes in the scene he restored before leaving.

  There was still something in the village head’s belly in his arms, Xiaolan only grabbed a small one, it shouldn't have any effect.

  "Madame heard a voice?" the man asked.

Mrs.    did not answer. After a while, the three of them walked out of the West Wing and went back slowly.

  The things in her arms did not feel as sticky as imagined. Xiaolan thought that this trip was a reward, and hurriedly escaped from the village chief’s house with Jasmine.

   "Hey--" Jasmine knocked her head annoyedly, "Blame me!"

   "You can't make a fat man in one bite," Xiaolan comforted, "Let's solve the current problem first. If there are other things, we will think of a solution next time."

   Jasmine nodded, turned her head and pulled Xiaolan's sleeve, "Did you see what's in his stomach?"

   "I didn't look closely," Xiaolan patted the object's pocket, "It's not convenient here. Let's go home and see it."

  With this idea, the two of them ran on the country road, around a wooden railing, and Jasmine slammed into one of them.

   "Oh!...I'm sorry..." Jasmine bowed her head and apologized first.

   "Go!"

  The man’s voice is thick, violent, and even crazy.

   Before Jasmine could see the person in front of her, a sturdy arm stretched over.

  The moment a heavy fist was about to fall on Jasmine's face, Xiao Lan flew over, hugged Jasmine's waist, and the two fell beside the fence.

   "Get out of my way!"

  The man kicked Xiaolan along the way, pucked at the two on the ground, and left in a stride.

   Jasmine ended up disconnecting, pointing at the man’s back and shouting angrily, "Eh-you are sick, did I knock you to death? Why are you kicking us!..."

  The man seemed to have heard nothing, with his fists clenched, and without turning his head back, he disappeared after going around the railing.

  Jasmine didn't stop, she had to get up and chase after her, but Xiaolan stopped her.

   "Jasmine, wait a minute, he is not right."

  Molly paused, "It does seem to be a little sick."

   "His eyes are red," Xiaolan slapped the dust on his body, "there is sweat on his forehead, and it is still shaking, and more importantly..."

   "What is it?" Jasmine got up from the ground.

  "Don't you think his looks are a bit familiar?" Xiaolan said, "He seems to be the sixth man who described it to us, that's so hot."

   "Huo four hairs?" Jasmine exclaimed, "The villager who really has a relationship with Huo?"

  Xiao Lan nodded, "Square face, dark complexion, close eyebrows, and a piece of right ear missing, leaving a scar. That's right."

   "Then shouldn't we catch him more?"

   "So I said he was wrong," Xiaolan tightened his pockets, "Like an evil spirit, and he has great strength."

   "Then...are you okay." Jasmine first thought of Xiaolan's kick.

   "Huh? I'm okay..." Xiaolan rubbed his waist and pointed to the direction he was leaving. "I mean, it's not convenient for us to fight hard, we can follow him now and see what secrets they have."

  Molly had no objection. When the two of them passed the railing, they saw that Huo Si Mao hadn't walked too far, and waited a while before following.

   "This direction... seems to be his home?" Jasmine said, hiding behind the tree.

Xiaolan also noticed that Huo Si Mao sometimes sprinted like flying, sometimes trembling, and while walking, he would use his knees to support his palms and slightly squat for breath, and this intermittent direction of travel is exactly his own home. .

  I heard his wife say that he should be home tonight.

  So now, is he walking hard toward home?

   "I said, otherwise we will knock him unconscious and drag him back to study and study," Jasmine said solemnly, "I don't know what's wrong with him so far away."

   "Something makes sense," Xiaolan affirmed first, and then turned, "but he has amazing strength now, what if the two of us are here?"

Right.

  Jasmine lifted her cheeks for a while, mainly because it was shameful.

   "Didn't his wife say that he was leaving tomorrow morning, so why don't we come and guard tomorrow morning, and follow up at that time," Jasmine suggested. "After all, we can't stay here all night."

  Huo Si Mao did stumble back home.

  The two also went home.

   Seeing that the two were so inseparable, they only asked where they had gone. After urging them to eat their lunch, they smiled and watched the two go back to Sanyato’s room.

   Hearing Jasmine locked the door with her backhand, Xiao Lan quickly took out the thing that was about to warm up.

   "It's not!..." Jasmine was surprised at first, then calmed down, "Huh? Is this a model?"

  At first glance, this thing looks like a piece of internal organs.

   Xiaolan looked at it over and over again. Although it looked a lot like it, it was actually a fake viscera sewn out of dark red silk.

  "It's fake..." Xiaolan looked a little regretful, "The workmanship is really good, and the appearance looks the same as the real thing, but you can tell by touching it."

   "All these things in his stomach?" Jasmine asked.

   Xiaolan recalled how she felt at that time, “I roughly touched it at that time, and it was basically this thing.”

  (End of this chapter)