Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 347 Become Me

   "But..." Wen Mengli hesitated, "They all said that you got the supernatural power from Wenya's divine baby, and Wenya's doll is the most..."

   "I am the best **** baby."

   "Really...really?"

   "I am the best **** baby. I will give Mengli the best things, so that everything about Mengli is better than Wenya."

   "My doll is the cutest!" Wen Mengli's voice was cheerful.

   "But," Wen Mengli said coldly, "Mengli, Mengli, you have to do one thing first."

   "What do you do?"

   "Let you be me, let me be you."

  When the last word came out, there was a squeak, and the wooden door next to the wardrobe slowly opened.

  Behind the door, there is still a dark space.

   "Let's go," Jasmine looked at the crowd, "It seems that Wen Mengli has so many clues."

   "What do you mean?" Qin Yin asked as he walked behind the door, "What does Wen Mengli's death have to do with the doll? Is the corpse in the closet Wen Mengli?"

Taoist leader walked in the forefront, pushed open the wooden door, and shook his head, "It should not be Mengli, suppose Mengli is really dead. In the plot, Mengli died in front of the literature army and Wenya's mother, and The corpse was hanged in the closet and will never be discovered the first time."

   "What Wenya mother," Qin Yin slapped Dao Chang's arm, "That's your wife."

  "……"

   Xiaolan stared at the slowly swinging dummy female corpse in the closet, frowning, feeling something was wrong.

  The analysis of the Taoist leader is not problematic, and this room seems to only involve the story of Wen Mengli.

  The dummy is about the same length as himself, so he should be a child.

   Isn’t that really Wen Mengli?

   Xiaolan thought, and unknowingly walked to the very end, her companions had already entered the door, and she was the only one who stood by the door and stared at the closet.

Finally, it should be because she was too slow to walk, and an NPC popped out of nowhere. Xiaolan was so scared that Xiaolan crawled into the door. When the NPC called to rush over, the door slammed to death. Up.

   "It's still a secret room that can't be turned back." Jasmine tried to push the door.

   "What do you mean?"

  "Every time you enter a new room, the previous room will be closed. The clues can only be read once, and they must be remembered in their heads."

  Qin Yin gave up thinking and turned to look at the layout of the new room.

  There is no light in this room either, only five small candles in their hands are used to illuminate it.

   "Like a haunted house." Qiao Nian looked around.

   "That said," Qin Yin led Xiaolan forward, "Which room here is not like a haunted house?"

  However, this is indeed the most haunted house.

  At least compared with the front room, this is the case.

This is another square hut, a bit more spacious than Wen Mengli’s room. In the center of the room is a small coffin half a person tall. There are white flags hanging on the roof, and some strange models are placed in the corners on both sides. In front of the coffin. It's a wooden table, like someone offering sacrifices to someone, and like...

   "Huh, what is it?" Qin Yin touched a black block that looked like an inkstone, and then shook his arm in disgust, "How slimy."

  A photo frame is placed on the counter, and the inkstone is behind the photo frame.

  The fool and Baomu shared a candle and squatted to the wall to observe the models. Xiaolan pulled Qin Yin's arm and looked at the things on the desk together.

   "Slimy?" Xiao Lan glanced at Qin Yin's hand, and then asked Xiang Baomu, "Brother Baomu, is there a strange smell?"

  Baomu just picked up a model and shook his head, "No."

   "No smell of blood?"

   "No, only the smell of blood in the first two rooms."

   "Then this is not blood, don't worry about sister Xiaoyin." Xiaolan said to Qin Yin.

  Dao Chang stretched out his hand to grab the picture frame, "Well, this is fixed."

   "Is there anything painted on it?" Qin Yin leaned close to Dao Master and rubbed her hand against Dao Master's clothes.

   "No, nothing, but..." The Taoist changed his angle and looked at the upper edge of the frame, "It seems that something can be inserted here."

understood.

   "Look for a photo," Xiaolan thought, "We want to find a photo of this person who is worshipped."

   "Boom-boom -" behind him, there was a heavy sound of wood rubbing.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Open the coffin," Jasmine and Qiao Nian grasped the lid of the coffin, "Isn't such a large coffin opened here for someone?"

What is the logic? Open when you see the coffin?

   "Can it be opened?" The fool grabbed something and stood up and looked at it.

   "It's very light."

   Jasmine said, and Qiao Nianmu lifted up with all their strength, and the lid of the coffin really opened a gap.

  The fool hurriedly handed the things in his hand to Baomu, and continued to open the coffin after taking the actions of the two.

  He lifted a heavy coffin lid. The fool looked at it a few times and put the coffin lid on the side of the open space.

  A few heads leaned over.

  In the coffin, there is an elderly woman in white linen. The palms of the woman's hands are raised up in front of her abdomen, as if she is holding something.

   "Look to see if there are any photos in it."

   Long Tao gave an order, and several people fumbled around the inside of the coffin.

   "Nothing," Jasmine turned left and right, "Is it on her."

  Qin Yin heard this, stretched out his hand and grabbed it at the neckline of the female corpse, and then retracted his hand like an electric shock.

   "Wow, she is hot."

   Xiaolan immediately shrank behind Qin Yin.

   "Why is it hot?" The fool frowned, "She was burned to death?"

  "You are such a fool, it means that this is a real npc...you! Don't touch it, this is a man, a rascal."

After several previous shocks, Xiaolan now sees a living person like a ghost, hiding behind Qin Yin step by step, but suddenly hitting the edge of the counter, unexpectedly this seems to trigger some kind of mechanism, a The locked drawer popped open with a slap, and Xiaolan was so scared that Xiaolan pounced on the street.

  Qin Yin picked up Xiaolan on the ground and patted the gray on her face. Xiaolan picked up the doll under her body, patted the gray on its face, and the two looked at the drawer together.

   "Is this... a camera?" Qin Yin grabbed the old-fashioned camera-like thing, "It feels a bit old."

   "I see, we need to take pictures of the deceased." Jasmine said.

   "Wow, this design is interesting." Qiao Nian's eyes lit up.

  Qin Yin handed the camera to the chief of the road, the chief of the road specially adjusted an angle at which the photo was taken to show the length of the legs, and gave the dead corpse a big photo with a shroud and coffin.

  After pressing the shutter, a yellowed photo slowly appeared on the bottom edge of the camera.

   "Ah, ready-made photos," Qin Yin said, looking at the female corpse with a completely different angle on the photo, "Blind Taoist master has the skill to take pictures."

  On the photo, it is the same coffin, the same female corpse, and the same white clothes.

   "Huh?" Jasmine suddenly pointed to the photo, "What is this?"

  (End of this chapter)