Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 353 Crooked Neck Tree

  The more and more people chatted in the room, they seemed to forget that there was a companion in the small black room next door.

  The brain hole gets bigger and bigger, but there are no clues on how to enter the next room.

  Finally, someone realized that their progress was too slow.

  This person is the central control.

  "The next clue has been opened, the next clue has been opened," the walkie-talkie in the leader's pocket suddenly sounded, "players please look for clues in the current room, players please look for clues in the current room."

   "She said she opened a new clue," Jasmine looked at the others, "When did she open it?"

  Everyone shook their heads.

  If you know when the clue was opened, will you not find that a new clue has been opened?

  Fortunately, the room was brightly lit, and after a while, they could see the difference from the previous one.

  On the door, a small chessboard appeared.

  A few people gathered at the door and looked there together.

  Some are like Huarong Dao, the blocks on the chessboard have become twenty-six capital letters, and the exit has become one left and one right.

   "Oh, this is a two-digit code." Jasmine said.

  Unlock the password and you can go out.

  "Let’s first think about what the password is." Qin Yin crouched at the bottom and asked with his head up.

  Two letters.

   "Meng Li." Everyone said almost in unison.

  "It should be ML, Mengli's name." Qiao Nian pointed to the chessboard.

  Dao Chang and Jasmine start to move the letters.

  It is not difficult to move the mechanism. Soon, M was pushed into the exit on the left.

  A little green light lit up at the groove behind the letter.

  The next step is even simpler.

  L home.

   "Cack!......squeak——"

  The door opened.

  Outside the door, it was pitch black.

   "Master! You are finally out!" The fool's cheerful voice sounded from the dark right hand.

   "Fool!"

  The Daoist took the lead to enter the darkness, and others followed suit.

  The door closed quietly behind him.

   "Brother fool? Why are you squatting here?" Xiaolan held the candle and looked at the fool on the ground.

   "I... Xiaolan! Be careful!"

  It was cold for a while.

  Suddenly, one of his hands covered his eyes.

   "Ah!—" Qiao Nian and Jasmine screamed.

  The hands were quickly removed.

  What appeared in front of Xiaolan was the blood-stained hideous face of the Literary Army npc.

   Xiaolan's feet were surprisingly stable, as if something had been nailed to the ground.

  She sucked in a big breath.

  Blink your eyes.

Eh? Isn't this a person?

  Although he was baring his teeth and still stained with blood, after all, it was a human face.

  Is this thing that I have been afraid of all the time?

   The fear lingering in my heart seemed to dissipate a little bit.

  But in the eyes of bystanders, Xiaolan stared at her eyes, narrowed her neck, and stared at the npc in front of her motionlessly, looking as if she had completely lost her ability to move.

  Npc, seeing that this person is timid, he can be scared, and quickly danced the long stick in his hand and screamed.

  But Xiaolan is no longer afraid.

  I'm not afraid of seeing it clearly.

  "Literature Army," Xiaolan's throat was still a little dumb, "Did you kill those people?"

  The stick stopped in the air.

   "Those people..." Vague words came out of the npc's mouth, "Those..."

  "Did you kill someone? Or did you see someone else kill?" The Taoist asked.

"me……"

  Npc's body began to tremble.

   "I didn't... I didn't kill..."

  This npc's acting skills are very good, and it makes people feel like watching it.

   "Who killed that?" Jasmine also asked.

  They don’t know if they can question the npc in this link, and they don’t know if the npc will give them an answer. Although they asked, they didn’t expect much.

  But the Literary Army stopped trembling abruptly, and turned around with a stick.

   "I didn't kill anyone! It was him! It was him who killed!"

  He pointed at the fool.

  After speaking, the Literary Army dropped the stick, screamed and opened the door of the previous room, and rushed in.

  When they chase past, the door has been closed again and locked again.

  There is silence in the courtyard.

  The eyes of several people returned to the fool.

   "The one you killed?"

   "I... what am I killing?" The fool stammered back, "And I'm a literary army, then he is talking about himself."

  The leader lifted his chin and thought for a while.

   "Actually, I was thinking about it a long time ago. If we came here as the people on the name tag, why would there be people who share our identities here?"

   Xiaolan nodded.

  Go on.

   "It seems that this doll is actually our body," the Taoist chief raised the doll in his hand. "They are all replaced by dolls, so now they are all dead, and we have become them."

   Xiaolan looked at the doll in her hand.

  The blue glass eyes seem to be turning under the light of the candle light.

  This is my ontology?

   "What do you mean?" The fool's words broke the silence, "It's so abstract, I don't understand."

  After all, the fool didn't hear their discussion just now.

  A few people repeated what they had just said to him, and now the whole room was silent.

   "So—" Baomu glanced at his companion, "What are we going to do now?"

"Good question," Qin Yin patted him on the shoulder, and turned to face the Taoist leader, "Even if it is a baby, let's go out. The **** baby will be hungry when she becomes refined, and Xiaolan's stomach is called several times. The room is now."

   Xiaolan covered his belly again.

  "This is a yard," Jasmine looked around holding the candle, "just a tree, with a crooked neck."

   "There must be no dead people here, right." Qiao Nian raised his hips.

   "No one is dead, but it is possible that someone has died."

  Tao Master stood under the tree, slightly on his toes, and removed something from the branch.

   "What is it?"

  Dao Chang put the doll in his armpit, and shining the candle light in his other hand, "It's a bunch of hair."

  The girls took a half step back.

   "Don't worry, it's fake," Dao Chang smiled, "It doesn't feel like human hair."

   "If it's really human hair, it's scary, okay?"

   "Fool, Baomu, come over with a candle." Dao Chang Chong said to the two.

  A few candles shone at the location pointed by the Taoist—the branch of the tree.

   "There is a mark!" Baomu shouted.

  The fool's expression also became solemn, "What's the matter?"

   "It's very simple," Qin Yin trembling his legs, "Someone hangs up here."

   "Hang yourself!" Jasmine and Qiao Nian said in shock.

   "What's all the fuss about," Qin Yin glanced at them. "When you see the crooked neck tree, you shouldn't think of hanging yourself the first time."

   Hang up.

  Xiaolan recalled the dead body in the closet in the front room.

  The dialogue in the plot.

  Contradictions, confusion, and bizarre points.

   "Mengli!" Xiaolan raised her face, "It is Wen Mengli who died here!"

  (End of this chapter)