Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 356 Mummy

  Mom...

  The front door of the kitchen was violently smashed open.

  The Literary Army was soaked in the rain, standing at the door with the stick in his hand.

  The woman glanced back nervously, shook off Xiaolan's hand holding her sleeve, and said hurriedly, "Wenya, obedient, hurry up, mom... Mom is going to play a game with uncle..."

  The companions appeared from behind, grabbing Xiaolan's arm one after another.

   "Xiaolan, let's go..."

  The literary army came in stride.

"go!"

  Wenya's mother pushed her aside, leaving her with a tearful smile before the door closed.

   "It's all my fault..."

  Close the door and release the lock.

  In the door, there was the furious roar of the Literary Army and the sound of things crashing and falling.

Outside the door, Qin Yin and Jasmine hugged Xiaolan's shoulders, turned their backs to the boy, and wiped away a few tears from her face.

   "We were all covered by her mouth, and then we were sent out," Baomu said softly, "She is protecting us, and Wenya's mother is protecting us."

   "I don't understand," Qiao Nian said, "What is she doing with the electric stick?"

   Jasmine sighed, "Will you follow her obediently if you don't take the electric baton?"

  Qiao Nian looked at Jasmine naturally, "Yes."

  "……"

   "I can't beat her again."

  "But...but not everyone is as persuaded as you..."

   "Well, that's right," the idiot raised his hand, "I also had two tricks with her. The mask was torn by me... Do you have to lose money?"

   Jasmine stared at the two with reluctantly.

  With these few people there, there is no need to worry about the children’s psychological problems at all.

   Xiaolan didn't know why she was crying just now, she reached out her hand and wiped her face, which was strange.

  What happened to yourself?

   "I'm fine," Xiaolan said. A rubber mouse fell out of her pocket. She looked down and picked it up a little embarrassingly, "Where is this?"

   "It's a corridor."

  The chief of the road grabbed the candle light and shone into the depths of the dark corridor.

  The lights on the corridor are no longer on, and the wires are out of the lampshade, hanging in the air, shaking from side to side.

  At the end of the corridor, there is a door.

  Tao leader took the lead and approached.

   "The door is not closed."

  This is a concealed wooden door. The style of the wooden door is the same as that of other rooms, with a faint light leaking through the cracks in the door.

  Long opened the door.

  A stale smell mixed with dust rushed over her face.

  In front of you, there is a spacious double bed.

  This is a bedroom.

  There is a brass chandelier hanging on the head of the double bed, and the orange light pouring out from the chandelier, although it is faint, it is very warm.

  But they can't feel the slightest warmth.

  On the bed, there is a person lying flat.

  It is more appropriate to say that it is not so much a person as a corpse.

  The man was lying quietly in the middle of the big bed, looking skeletal, with brown skin deep into the bones. Judging from his clothes, he should be a man.

  The blue pajamas on the male corpse have faded, and the fabric is tightly attached to the body, seeming to blend with the body.

  He was half lying on the bed, holding a rag doll in his arms.

   Xiaolan leaned over to look at the doll.

  This doll is very special, especially her long dark hair like a waterfall.

  Xiaolan got it.

  "This is me...this is Wenya's mother's doll."

  Everyone’s doll has some personal characteristics, and Wenya’s mother’s long hair is her characteristic.

  Qin Yin gave Xiaolan anxiously, "Then this person is..."

   "This person should be me," the Taoist said slowly, "Literature Ming."

   "Did he also be killed by the **** baby?" The fool realized that the Taoist was the **** baby in his mouth.

Dao Chang shook his head, "I don't know, but there must be a key clue here, look for it!"

  As soon as this word came out, the team immediately took action.

  Xiaolan was a little taboo about "my father is dead". Instead of turning over the corpse with Qin Yin and the fool, she walked to the desk by the wall.

  The desk is very clean and there are not many things. Xiaolan saw the glass photo frame in the center at a glance.

  There are three people in the photo. The man is very handsome, but a little haggard, and the woman has a beautiful face-it is Wenya's mother who rescued them from the kitchen just now. In their arms, they hold a child less than one year old.

   Xiaolan reached out and touched the photo frame.

  The three of them all laughed so happily.

  What about now?

   Xiaolan's nose was sour again, and the sadness that came from the bottom of her heart was decisively interrupted by herself, sighed, raised the photo frame and carefully observed the faces of the three.

  Click.

  An object fell on the table along the back edge of the frame.

   Xiaolan took a look.

   is a piece of paper hidden behind the photo frame.

   Jasmine and Qiao Nian approached after hearing the sound.

"What's this?"

   Xiaolan picked up the piece of paper and folded it open.

   "Hey, it's not paper, it's an envelope."

   "What's in it?" Qiao Nian craned his neck.

  Xiaolan unfolded the envelope and took out a thin sheet of white paper from it.

flip over.

   "It's a medical record."

  Fool and Baomu also came over.

   "It is... Literary Ming's medical record," Xiaolan stared at the medical record. After seeing the name, she raised her eyes and glanced at the back of Dao Master, "Said he has...cancer."

   "Cancer?" Qiao Nian hurriedly pointed to Wen Wenming's body, "Then he died of illness?"

   Xiaolan shook his head.

   Then I don’t know.

   "To tell the truth that is offensive," Jasmine showed the frame to others, "This literary army, at first glance, it is a physical problem."

   "So the text..."

   "Look at it!" Qin Yin, who was searching for the body alone, suddenly let out a cry.

  The shout is full of surprises.

  She has pulled out the sheet under the corpse. At this moment, she is pulling the edge of the sheet with her hands and screaming towards the bed.

   "Look at the bed! Look at the words on it!"

  The mattress under the bed sheet looks like a different one.

  The mattress is covered with big red characters.

   "It's all my fault." Xiao Lan said softly.

  Only these three words, three words repeated countless times.

   "Who wrote this?" The fool crouched on the bed and watched.

   "If it was written clearly in literature, who laid the sheets for him?" Jasmine frowned, "It seems...he should have been writing these things until the very last moment."

  Qiao read and pointed out, "Isn't there still Wenya's mother, she is still alive."

   Xiaolan stared at the mummy in a daze.

  There is a strange emotion stuck in her chest.

  At this time, the broadcast in the room rang.

"Wenya, you have finally found out about the father and mother," Wenya's mother's voice calmed down, "we have listened to the nonsense of all things, it is us, too selfish, too stupid, it is us, The home has become like this."

  Xiaolan embraced the doll in her arms.

   "Nowadays, Wen Jia is crazy and dead, Wen Ya, I know this is too cruel for you, but no matter what, you have to live."

  (End of this chapter)