Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 30 The Vanishing Door

  Everyone including Xiaolan was stunned.

   "Ah..." Xiaoyin quickly reacted, "What did I say, but the door is not locked..."

   Xiaolan himself didn't expect it to be so easy to open it. She still grasped the handle and looked back at the Taoist leader.

   "Do you want to... open it?"

"Let’s drive, Xiaolan," the Taoist master stood next to Xiaolan and took her place. He squeezed the doorknob, turned back towards Xiaolan, and said to everyone, "Maybe it will taste a little bad, everyone. Well prepared."

   One sentence brought several people back to reality, and what is about to be opened now is likely to be a door leading to the scene of the murder.

  Xiaolan had never seen this kind of battle, and didn't know what to do, so she could only hold the corner of the chief's clothes and quietly look.

Daochang nodded, turned around to increase the force of twisting the handle, and then slowly pushed away.

  "Squeak—"

  The door made a loud noise, as if it had not been opened for several years, and the touch that passed to the hand was also jerky and rough.

   opened a crack, and the darkness inside the door appeared in front of everyone.

  At the same time, what came out of the door was a violent, nauseating smell of blood, which poured straight into the nasal cavities of several people.

  The smell of blood has gone through the fermentation of time and enclosed space, becoming thick and strong, mixed with fear and tyranny, and instantly enveloped them.

   "My God," Xiaoyin quickly pinched his nose, "This **** smell is too strong...Are they both dead inside?"

   "Otherwise, look for a mask, the smell inside will only be greater."

   Dao grew up and opened the door, and a more intense **** smell wafted out, and the smell in the room seemed to thin out with the flow of gas.

   "We will enter when the taste is lighter."

   Xiaolan raised her head to look at Dao Chang. This kind of smell did not cause her much pain, and she was not even as depressed as the warehouse.

  The probe looked at the open door, and it was too dark to see anything.

   "Go in directly," the little idiot pinched his nose and said angrily, "I have to go to the ancestral hall tonight. It's too late."

  The other people also responded "Uh-huh" and looked at the Taoist leader.

   Daochang erected his flashlight and shone it into the dark room. The light beam seemed to be swallowed by the darkness for a moment, and it could only shine a faint shadow.

   "Then let's go, remember not to turn on the light, just use a torch to light it."

  Dao Master finished speaking, he stepped forward and went in.

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   Hold your breath.

  The room is like a separated space, which has nothing to do with the flow of time in the world, and even the air seems to be still.

  The sound of breathing and footsteps of a group of people disturbed the silence here.

   Xiaolan didn't follow the Taoist leader anymore, she flashed a flashlight to shine around.

  The space in the house is not large. The door is the kitchen. The kitchen utensils on the counter are clean and tidy. The pots and tables in the corner are empty. It seems that the owner has probably not cooked for a long time before the accident.

  Others have opened the door on the right side of the kitchen. Xiaolan glanced at it. It seemed that there was the living room, and there was a door in the living room leading to another room.

  There is also a small room at the end of the kitchen. The door is tightly closed. Xiaolan was hesitating whether to go to the living room first or stay in the kitchen to understand, but suddenly felt the touch on the soles of her feet weird.

  Something is sticky, like stepping into some kind of liquid.

   Xiaolan thought, and shone the flashlight down.

  There was indeed a pool of something dripping on the ground, which was turned black and white by the pale light of the flashlight, but it could be vaguely seen that it was a pool of very dark things, not simply water.

  Xiaolan leaned down, and everyone else basically entered the living room. Only Xiaolan stood at the door of the kitchen door, dipped a little liquid from her feet with her finger, and handed it to her nose.

  A familiar and strong smell of blood rushes over her face.

   Xiaolan photographed along the direction where the liquid was flowing, and stopped in front of the door, wondering if she should open it.

  Blood is dripping from behind the door, there must be something behind the door, waiting for oneself to face it.

   "Let me come, Xiaolan."

  The voice suddenly sounded from behind, Xiao Lan was startled, and when she turned her head, the Daoist also found the blood, standing behind her, preparing to take that step instead of her.

   Xiaolan stepped aside, hiding behind the Taoist chief in a sneaky manner again.

   "Anything to find?"

  The voice that Xiaoyin deliberately lowered suddenly sounded from behind Xiaolan, and Xiaolan, who was taken aback again, jumped up directly, and the Taoist leader also shivered.

   Seeing their reaction, Xiaoyin pursed his lips and smiled, looking at them with an indescribable mystery.

   "Scared."

   "There is blood on the ground," Dao Chang cleared his throat, and went straight to the subject, "It's flowing out of this door. We are going to go in and have a look. Xiaoyin, you go ask them to come together..."

   Dao Master talked and walked to Xiao Yin and raised her hand in the direction of the living room. Xiaolan could not see Dao Master’s expression, but felt that Dao Master’s tone suddenly became a little stiff.

   Xiaoyin looked at Xiaolan, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

   "What are you talking about, people have been dead for several days, how can they still bleed?"

  Inexplicably, Xiaolan's heart was guarded.

  What is she laughing at?

  Tao Chang took the opportunity to set up his arms, pinched his chin in a thinking posture, and blocked Xiaoyin's eyes looking at Xiaolan by the way.

   "I also feel curious," the Taoist frowned, "This place is weird, Xiaoyin, please go call them and confirm the situation there."

Dao Chang's tone was very anxious, and Xiang Bi's expression at this time was also the same.

   Xiaoyin gave Daochang a meaningful look, then did not speak any more, turned his head and opened the door to the living room, and went in.

   "Master, it seems..."

   "There is a problem." The Taoist leader watched Xiaoyin walk into the living room, closed the door, turned around and grabbed Xiaolan's hand, "Let's go."

  "Where to go?..." Before Xiaolan could react, she was pulled in the direction of the door by the Taoist chief.

  Although she didn't understand what was going on, the feeling of something wrong also lingered on Xiaolan. She did not resist, and followed the Taoist trot towards the door.

  Does it seem that Xiaoyin is really weird?

   Suddenly, Dao Chang's footsteps stopped, Xiaolan rushed forward due to inertia, and saw everything blocked by Dao Chang.

  Here, something seems different.

  Dao Master has been stunned, the whole figure is solidified, but the hand holding Xiaolan has not let go.

  Looking at the eyes of the chief minister, the dirty wall, moonlight coming in through the small window, illuminating the small area at the door.

   Hmm... at the door...

  Wait... the door? ! …

  Xiaolan's eyes widened, and at the same time he looked at the Dao Master helplessly, who also had a solemn face.

  We just came in from here, Xiaolan tried hard to remember.

  But, what about the door?

  The door of the house has disappeared in this short period of time.

  (End of this chapter)