Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 394 Hide and seek

   "Why didn't you return news from us?" Jasmine asked in a roundabout way.

  Zhao Baihuan opened his mouth, lowered his head slightly, pretending to be tidying up things, "Ah, it's been too busy these few days."

  Jasmine glanced at Dao Master, Dao Master nodded slightly, and stepped forward and asked, "Zhao Qianle found us, do you know?"

  Zhao Baihuan’s eyes flickered, and the tone of speech sounded rather indifferent, “Well, what is Qianle looking for you for?”

   "Don't you know what he is looking for us for?" The Taoist chief stared at Zhao Baihuan's profile, "Didn't you tell him to find us?"

   "Did Qianle tell you that?" Zhao Baihuan smiled helplessly, "I don't know about him looking for you, but I can guess and I know what he means."

   Xiaolan and Baomu stayed away from the turbulent Shura Field, stood at the very edge of the crowd, and looked at the screen on the screen together.

  Zhao Baihuan has pressed the pause button, and the screen freezes as a group of people shrinking behind the door guessing the password.

  There is a door, a wooden box beside the door, a wall painted with weird patterns, and a dark long corridor in the distance.

  This is the second room.

   "Huh?" Baomu suddenly pointed to the corner of the screen and said, "This looks like Bobo's arm."

  In the corner of the screen, half of a slender arm was exposed, and that hand was pulling on the clothes of a boy in front, and it looked like he was about to be taken into the lens.

   "You can recognize one arm?" Qin Yin narrowed his eyes and looked at it.

   "No, because of this sleeve," Baomu motioned them to look carefully, "It's the white puff sleeve on Bobo's dress skirt. It's very special. It's the one she wore when she came to see us for the first time."

   Jasmine's keen eyes moved away from Baomu, and she threw it at Zhao Baihuan, "Are you watching the previous surveillance video?"

   "Well, just miss it," Zhao Baihuan didn't even lift his head, "Why? Are there your friends here?"

  The Daoist came to Zhao Baihuan, leaning lazily on the table he was cleaning up, "Not only that, but after our friend finished this game, something strange happened to him."

  "What's the strange thing?" Zhao Baihuan's movement paused.

   "He is like being possessed by a ghost, and he keeps chanting, Wan Sheng... Wan Sheng..." Dao Master's voice was light and fluttering, as if he was telling a ghost story.

  Zhao Baihuan put down the file in his hand and turned his face slightly, "Then what?"

"We started investigating the solution," Taoist clasped his arms in front of his chest, "found that it seems that we have to figure out what happened to Wansheng first. It just so happened that your brother told us that you are not Wenjing people, you From Fengwu."

  Zhao Baihuan remained motionless.

The Taoist master glanced at him, and then said, "We contacted the school where Wansheng was studying, and found a strange question - why did Wansheng pretend to be deaf and mute, and who told him to do this? "

  Everyone's eyes were like countless bladed knives, stabs directly at Zhao Baihuan.

  They need answers.

  If you know the answer, you know how to hide it.

  All the answers are in Zhao Baihuan.

  Zhao Baihuan’s hands were resting on the table, and the angle of his fingers did not change. He stood there, not knowing what he was thinking.

  The picture in the room seems to be still with the picture on the screen.

  A dead silence.

  Xiaolan tried to slow down her breathing, so as not to let her gasping voice affect her silence at the moment.

  Just when everyone was guessing what the other person was thinking, something happened.

Zhao Baihuan slammed his right hand up as if pressing the accelerator key, and threw the document in his hand towards Dao Chang's face. The flying papers mixed with heavy dust, scattered in mid-air for a while, Dao Chang hurriedly turned sideways to avoid him. Fanning the paper to his face, among the snow-white A4 paper and dust particles, Xiaolan saw a door suddenly appeared on the other side of Zhao Baihuan, and he flashed into the door instantly, without waiting for the long time to arrive. By the door, the door closed quietly and quickly at the same speed as when it opened.

After closing   , there is no way to see the original door there.

   "He ran!" Luo Jiutian shouted out the obvious fact.

   "Fool," Taoist placed his hand on the wall, "kick it away."

   "Okay," the fool came forward, "Where to kick?"

   "It's here."

   With a bang, a big hole appeared in the thin hidden door. It seemed that the lock was stronger than the door. The fool simply patched up the door and unloaded the door from the frame.

   "Huh? This seems to be the scene of Eight Immortals Village." The fool stood inside the door and looked inside.

Inside    is the deep darkness that has not seen the sun for a long time. A few strong lights swept across the table, wooden bed and other decorations in the room, not only did not drive away the terror, somehow, it seemed to add a little bit of coldness to the scene.

"It seems that this is one of the entrances of the staff," Jasmine walked in slowly, "This room Zhao Baihuan has taken us to. According to the plot that Bobo told us, this should be the room where players worship the dead and put together the truth. One of the deceased’s bedrooms."

   "You actually remember this." Qin Yin couldn't help but praised.

   "This, little meaning."

   "Zhao Baihuan is not here," the fool has searched for it, "it seems that he ran to another room."

   "Baomu, can you smell him in which direction?"

  Baomu closed his eyes and sniffed hard, then frowned and opened his eyes, "I can't tell, there is his smell everywhere."

   "It's okay," the Taoist leader comforted, "There are other ways."

   "However, there are some other smells here," Baomu's eyes floated to one place, "There is a little more...it seems to be musty here. There was no smell when I came last time. It is the kind of smelly musty smell."

   "It's been closed for such a long time, it's normal to have a musty smell," the fool walked to a door and pushed hard, "It's locked, as are the other doors. Zhao Baihuan must be hiding in one of the doors."

  Dao Master and Jasmine added up. In order to prevent Zhao Baihuan from slipping directly from the official entrance of the scene, Jasmine took Luo Jiutian and Qiao Nian to perform the task of blocking other exits. The five of them continued to pursue the work in the scene.

   "This one." The Taoist nodded the door in front of him.

  The fool sighed, stood up from the prop chair, lifted his leg with a kick, and the broken door lock snapped to the ground.

   "I feel like this." Qin Yin pointed to a door and said.

"boom!"

   is another fruitless kick.

  "Try this one, brother fool." Baomu patted another wooden door.

"boom!"

  Empty and empty.

  "When we came last time, why didn't we find that there are so many doors here," Qin Yin pointed to another door, "Come on, try this."

"boom!"

   "Look at... it's weird, there are so many rooms here... look at that fan..."

   "Wait a moment, you can confirm if you can let me kick it again. No matter how strong I am, this is not the way to use it."

  (End of this chapter)