Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 352 Stop His Mouth For Me

  Baomu didn't seem to want to say anything anymore.

  The road leader pulled up Baomu, patted the dust off his head, and then folded the yellow paper.

   "Meng Li..."

   "Meng Li," as soon as the Dao Master's words were spoken, a man's sad voice rang out on the radio, "Meng Li, today is September 17, you have been away for two full months, and my father missed you very much..."

  Dao Chang pointed to the envelope and said with his lips, "What he said is the content of the letter."

   "Mengli, my father has forgotten things so badly recently. When I wake up, I can't remember what I am doing or where I am, but Mengli, Dad will never forget you..."

   "Mengli, dad can't believe that you left like this, but dad won't give up, my Mengli will definitely come back, as long as dad...as long as dad..."

  Qin Yin probed over to look at the piece of paper, "Just what?"

   "I didn't write it," the Taoist head raised his head and listened carefully. "It's only written on the paper."

   There was violent noise in the broadcast, and the noise became more and more noisy. Gradually, the voice of the Literary Army was completely inaudible.

  Qiao Nian frowned and covered his ears.

"……kill……"

  In the harsh noise, a vicious word "kill" suddenly appeared.

  Everyone held their breath.

  The broadcast stopped and the room was quiet again.

   "Really killed by the Literary Army," Jasmine sighed, "It should be her daughter who died suddenly. He was irritated and went crazy..."

   "So he didn't die?" Qin Yin asked.

  This question silenced them.

"We have been to Wen Mengli and Wan Wusheng's room so far. It seems that they all died because of this doll," the Taoist chief concluded, "but now it seems that the thing about the literature army is not the same as that of his doll. what relationship."

  Xiaolan thought for a while, “but on the radio just now, I listened to the meaning of the Literary Army...as if he didn’t know he was killing someone.”

   "Maybe he wants to maintain a good image in front of his daughter?" Qiao Nian said.

   "Everyone is dead, everybody is killed, and what image is needed," Qin Yin disagreed. "What kind of stuff does he and his girlfriends think that his daughter's spirit in heaven is blind?"

   Xiaolan did not respond, but fixedly looked at the Taoist leader, "Could it be that what the Literary Army said is true."

   "He didn't know he killed someone?" Baomu asked.

   Xiaolan nodded, and shook his head, "Earlier, could the confession he made when he was a witness was true?"

  "Confession?"

  The surroundings are quiet, and Xiaolan’s voice is a little ethereal, "Is it possible that the murderer was not him, but his divine baby?"

  ***

  The fool was dragged by the npc and walked into the darkness step by step.

"boom!"

  The door slammed shut behind him, and the surrounding area turned into a dense darkness.

  The chain snapped loose, and the npc yelled a few times in a low voice, pointed to the corner of the wall, and signaled the fool to squat over.

  The fool obediently did it.

The low growl in   npc's throat turned into a sickly sharp smile, and he also squatted down, seeming to be looking at the fool.

  The laughter gradually disappeared.

   Suddenly, he screamed, and the room was instantly lit with cold silver light, and the npc picked up something at the same time, making a gesture to wave at the fool.

  The idiot hid symbolically, thinking that the npc should be frightening him.

  "Big brother, big brother," the fool pretended to beg for mercy, "I am also a literary army, don't hurt yourself..."

  The stick-like thing stopped on top of the fool's head, the NPC was panting roughly, and the other hand rudely picked up the identity badge on the fool's chest.

   is really his own.

  Npc dissatisfied with throwing away the fool's identity card, slowly lowering the stick.

  A few seconds later, he violently raised the stick again, grinning intently to make a second attempt to scare the fool.

  The fool was still indifferent and even felt a little embarrassed.

   "Should I be scared?" the fool asked, "What reaction do you want? I can call out twice."

  It hurts self-esteem too much.

  Npc gave up and squatted to another corner with the stick depressed, not wanting to look at him.

  The fool looked intently at this dark space.

   is different.

  This is no longer a closed room, but a courtyard.

  The silver light that flashed across just now might be a touch of lightning.

In the middle of the courtyard is a crooked-neck tree two to three meters high. The door they entered just now is next to them. There are also doors on the other three walls. The npc is squatting in the corner behind the tree, and it should be waiting for others. appear.

  The two squatted here, one squatted there, and the atmosphere gradually became strange.

  In order to alleviate the embarrassment, the fool pretended to ask easily, "Hey, brother, how much do you get in a month?"

  Big brother doesn't seem to want to answer.

  The idiot thought, the first time I met, he asked people if their income was really bad, so he changed the question.

   "Does your family support you in doing this?"

   Brother's fist is a bit hard.

   "Why are they so slow," the fool complained, and then asked, "Big brother, are you doing this job particularly interesting? I watch other people get scared all day long."

Brother   npc couldn't bear it, but still didn't answer his question. Instead, he took something out of his shirt and whispered something to it.

   After a while, there was a bang, and the sound of opening the door instantly sounded in the courtyard.

   "Come out?" The fool turned his head in surprise, but saw that the door beside him was still closed.

  It turned out that the door beside the npc brother opened.

  In the door, a vague figure walked out.

  The figure was so fast that it moved to the fool's side almost instantly. The fool looked up, saw the person's appearance clearly, and opened his mouth in astonishment.

   Then, a group of inexplicable things was stuffed into his mouth.

   "Huh!-Huh!-Huh?... Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

  I thought he was covered by a towel or something. The fool's teeth and tongue struggled, and he suddenly realized that the things in his mouth were chewable and sweet.

   is like some kind of sticky but sweet pastry.

  The fool was indeed a little hungry, chewed a book contentedly, and swallowed it with a grunt.

"you are……"

  Another ball of pastry was stuffed into his mouth.

  The fool asked while chewing, "You...you are not...that...dead...god...wonder..."

   Crouching in front of him desperately feeding him pastries, it is the corpse of all creatures in the front room.

  It turns out that the Literature Army npc called someone over through the walkie-talkie just now, and blocked his mouth with food.

  Is it really annoying to me?

  The female npc fed the fool one by one, until the door beside him clicked and there was some commotion.

   "Others (we) blame (fast) thick (out) milk (come)..."

  The female npc stood up immediately and flew into another door at the speed she came.

  The courtyard returned to silence.

  Only the fool who is still chewing, and the hungry male npc opposite, staring at each other.

  (End of this chapter)