Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 416 Hammer and Dagger

  Bloody smell.

  A suffocating **** smell coming out of the nose.

  The door snapped shut behind him.

  Baomu hurriedly stood still and turned around.

  There is no door.

  I was in an empty hall, surrounded by darkness. In the darkness, I could vaguely distinguish the outline of the objects in the hall.

  This is... the lobby on the first floor?

   Baomu covered his nose and came to the entrance of the hall. The door to the courtyard was still open. When he came in, the half moon hung in the sky was gone.

  There is hardly any light.

  The strong smell of blood was like a hot wave, waves swept towards him.

  Baomu took out the phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

  The screen is completely black.

   "What's the matter?" Baomu pressed the power button several times, "Is it turned off?"

Press.

no response.

  "It won’t be out of power at this time, I remember there is power..."

  Crawling down his forehead in a cold sweat, Baomu hurriedly fell on his mobile phone. After a few seconds, his body was whizzing and freezing.

there's noise.

  There is a smell.

  Someone is approaching.

  It was almost inaudible, the harsh sound of metal touching.

  Followed by a more foul smell.

  Baomu squeezed the phone tightly, his legs trembled a little, chanting the sutra over and over again to calm himself down.

  It sounds like it should be on the left stairwell, maybe the third floor, maybe...now it’s on the second floor.

what to do?

  The world of Wansheng is a friendly world, which will not embarrass us or hurt us...

  Baomu desperately provides psychological comfort for himself.

   Then, he saw the thing.

"boom!"

  The door of the stairwell was smashed open, and a rickety figure appeared in the darkness.

  That is a person.

  Baomu took a breath of air-conditioning.

  It was a man covered in blood.

  The man held a hammer in his right hand, stopped, faced Baomu, and suddenly raised his head.

  Baomu covered his nose and mouth.

   is Zhao Baihuan!

   may also be Zhao Qianle, the two brothers look the same, it is too dark here, and I can’t tell it by myself.

   But considering the differences in the personality of the two people, Baomu still tends to think that this is Zhao Baihuan.

  But this is not the point.

  The point is that Zhao Baihuan’s eyes are red, saliva overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and eyes with bloodthirsty gazes are locked on him.

  Baomu feels cold.

  Is he...preparing to do bad things to himself?

  Zhao Baihuan moved his steps and approached him.

  Presumably this is his answer, Baomu thought sadly, what should he do?

  I'm just a support, I don't have any actual combat power at all, and I'm still a crispy support.

  But if you calm down and think about it, the current situation is still very easy to make judgments, either forward or backward, and the way forward is blocked again.

  Baomu turned around and ran towards the courtyard.

  Why is there a smell of blood everywhere?

  Baomu ran, turned his head to look.

  He didn't follow.

  Baomu was almost running to the school gate outside the courtyard. There were no stars and moon in the sky, only a small street lamp standing beside the road outside the fence was shining.

  Even if I ran here, there was still a steady stream of blood in my nose.

  This is not the world they were in when they came in.

  This is independent.

   Baomu ran to the street lamp in one breath.

  This is a brass steam lamp, only a little higher than Baomu. The orange candlelight is caged in the metal frame, and there is a suspicious depression on the pillar under the light cluster.

   Baomu touched it with his hands.

   seems to be an ordinary groove.

  He tried to press a few times, but there was no response.

  Baomu raised his left hand to embrace the column, and his right hand increased his strength.

   Still no response, but...

  Baomu turned to the back of the column.

   and the symmetrical position just now, there is a groove.

  This groove, Baomu recognized the shape at a glance.

   is the hammer.

  In. Robbery. difficult. escape.

  Baomu held his forehead desperately.

  He turned around silently, walked back to the courtyard, and stood at the entrance of the school building again.

  There is no one in the hall.

   thought that his mission was to survive, but never expected that it was to die.

  He stepped into the hall.

  He took a deep breath.

   "Zhao Baihuan," Baomu let out a mosquito-like cry, "I'm coming to see you."

  ***

  A yellow door appeared in front of the fool.

   Then, adhering to his usual personality, he kicked the door open.

   Transient around.

  I was still in school, but the surrounding light suddenly brightened.

   is not a light.

  The idiot leaned on the edge of the window sill and looked out. The golden red light of Sunon night spread from the corner of the sky to the entire sky, and the burning clouds tore into pieces.

Its daybreak?

  He glanced around at the conventional furnishings in the classroom, frowned and went to the corridor.

"Eh!--"

  A person is standing in the middle of the corridor.

   "You are..." The fool approached the man with his back to him, "Zhao Baihuan? Why are you here?"

  The man turned his head slowly.

  It is the twins’ faces and sad eyes.

   "I am not Zhao Baihuan," his voice was also full of sadness, "I am Zhao Qianle."

   "Zhao Qianle," the fool looked at him up and down, "Then why are you here, where is your brother? How about Wansheng?"

  Zhao Qianle retracted his eyes and stared blankly at the small window at the end of the corridor, "I don't know."

   "Are you going to do something? Do you have a mission?"

"I do not know."

  The fool thought, and walked to the front of Zhao Qianle’s line of sight, "What are you thinking?"

"I do not know."

  "Do you know, you are holding a knife in your hand."

  The eyes of the two gathered on Zhao Qianle's hands.

   "I don't know..." Zhao Qianle smiled weakly, "But, this may be a hint."

  "What is the hint?"

  "It implies..." Zhao Qianle gently held up the knife in his hand, "It's time to end it all."

   After finishing speaking, Zhao Qianle suddenly raised the knife at a speed that even a fool could not react.

  The fool took a big step back subconsciously.

  But the person Zhao Qianle aimed at was not a fool, but himself.

  He raised the knife high, with the blade facing inward, and the tip of the knife pointed towards his neck, and he stabbed it down.

  Blood...has not had time to splash out.

  The idiot completed the shift of the center of gravity, the tactical forward pounce, the two-handed grab, and the human knife block in an instant. He even heard his spine screaming in protest.

   Stand still.

  The idiot widened his eyes, panting heavily, and looked down at Zhao Qianle who was slapped down by him.

  "What are you doing? Suicide?" The idiot grabbed the dagger he had just snatched. "Are you planning to commit suicide in front of me? Dreaming, little brother."

  "This is the easiest way, the easiest way to end, no other cost is needed..."

  The fool slanted his eyes and stood up from him, “Then I’m going to tell you, suicide can’t solve the problem, and sometimes, even if you die, you can’t escape, understand?”

  Zhao Qianle sat up.

   "You return the knife to me."

   "Impossible," the fool seemed to be a little angry, "It's so funny, why don't you use a knife to commit suicide?

   "No, I don't want to die like that, that's not the method I would choose, it's too ugly."

  (End of this chapter)