Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 435 Limb bed bell

  Music becomes louder.

  The room is not big. In the center of the room, there is a wooden cradle bed. Right above the cradle bed, there is a string of toy bed bells. The string of bed bells is the source of music.

A circle of dolls is placed around the cradle bed. Everything here is lying quietly on their original position, but they seem to have a strange breath, surrounded by that breath, Xiaolan’s back is also Started to get cold.

  Wen Ling suddenly clenched Xiaolan's hand.

   Xiaolan turned her head, seeing Wenling's sight still locked on the black shadow.

   "Don't be afraid."

  Said Xiaolan, she started to walk into the baby room in front of her.

   "Let me see if there is a switch." Xiaolan stretched out her other hand and began to fumble on the wall.

The    switch was not found, but the lights in the room turned on suddenly.

  At the same time, the door began to close.

   Xiaolan's heart tightened, and he pulled Wenling's hand forcefully, holding the door frame with the other hand.

   "Wen Ling, come in!"

Wenling was still outside the door. After receiving Xiaolan's signal, she just stretched her legs and prepared to rush into the baby room, but she seemed to be attacked by some kind of force. The whole person screamed and fell back into the corridor.

   "Xiaolan!"

   "Ask the spirit!"

"boom!"

  The door is closed.

  Xiao Lan and Wen Ling started smashing the door at both ends of the door at the same time. Wen Ling howled and cried, making Xiao Lan even more anxious.

  Why don't you give it a try? What Wen Ling said does not depend on the ability of the spiritual tide.

   Xiaolan stretched out her finger, trying to adjust the amount of power.

  No, I can't feel anything.

  Wenling’s cry outside the door slowly turned into a scream. The more anxious Xiaolan was, the less able to understand the flow of power in normal days, and the more helpless she was.

   "Ghost! Ghost!..."

  Xiaolan feels cool.

  In the hallway, there is a male ghost ambushing her.

  Wen Ling is not such a courageous person. The reason why she was so afraid of it must be because she felt strong malice from the male ghost.

   "Wen Ling, listen to me," Xiaolan lay on the door and shouted, "Take that head! Go back to the kitchen now! Quick! Take care of that head!"

  There was a rustling flapping sound outside the door, and then a loud sound of closing the door.

  Xiaolan left the door and listened for a while.

  Wen Ling didn't scream any more, he should have returned to the kitchen safely.

  At least she took the head.

  Xiaolan is slightly relieved.

  Before removing the ear from the door, a familiar laugh came from the ear.

  "Hehehehehe..."

  Xiaolan jumped away from the door and fell to the ground.

   By the way, Wen Ling has at least that head.

  I have nothing.

  "Hehehehehe..."

  The ghost is staring at himself without amulet.

   Xiaolan hurriedly got up from the ground and locked the door.

  No, I still don’t worry.

   Xiaolan looked around, and finally focused on the crib.

"I'm sorry," Xiaolan ran to the edge of the crib in two steps, before he had time to see what was inside, he squatted down and picked up the foot of the crib, "I can't help it. Who told you not to put it here? How many sets of furniture... OK, quite heavy, it's you..."

   Xiaolan dragged the crib and pushed it against the door, using the crib to jam the corner between the door and the wall, so that if the ghost outside breaks the door forcibly, the crib can only be smashed.

  But the ghost outside didn't mean to break the door, but occasionally made a string of laughter, accompanied by nails scratching the door seemingly.

   Xiaolan sat down in the original position of the crib, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

  The bed bell hung above her head, still spinning and singing.

   Xiaolan raised her head.

  I didn’t take a closer look just now, the shape of this bell toy...

   Xiaolan supported the ground with one hand and stood up.

  Why is it so strange?

  A drop of liquid dripped onto Xiaolan's right cheek.

   Xiaolan stretched out his hand and looked at his hand with the bright light source in the room.

Red.

  This is the liquid dripping from the bed bell.

   Xiaolan grabbed one of the small toys hanging on the bedbell, pressed it to his face, and observed it carefully.

  Suddenly the cold, like an ice falling cave, surrounded her.

  I thought it was just some small toys with unique shapes.

  It turned out that it was actually a piece of stump that was neatly divided and distinct.

  Slim and tender.

  That is the stump of a child.

  A bed bell made of the child’s limbs is hung in front of the child.

  Child...

   Xiaolan ran to the crib and lifted the pink and pink blanket on the top a few times.

Ugh--

   Xiaolan's breathing couldn't help but tremble.

  Under the blanket, lies a child who has lost his limbs and died for a long time.

  The child is too young, maybe only a few months old, with short black hair covering his pale face, and a pair of black and white eyes are about to stare out.

pitiful.

   Xiaolan stretched out her finger and touched the child's cheek.

  What happened to this child during his lifetime.

  She stroked the child's eyes, slightly hard, and closed the child's eyelids.

  Close the child's eyes.

  A certain eye on Xiaolan's body suddenly opened.

  Backtracking.

  The picture in front of me starts to blur.

   Familiar and uncontrollable feeling.

  Look low and crawl forward slowly.

  Xiaolan could see her little hands, the cradle bed above her head, the toys beside the bed, and the ordinary bed bell hanging on the cradle bed.

  The door banged open.

  A woman came in eagerly, with tears still hanging on her beautiful face.

  This is the owner of that head.

   "Baby! Baby..." The woman knelt on her knees and hurriedly picked herself up, "Baby, let's go... Let's go quickly... No more..."

  "Hehehehehe..."

   "No! No! You let me... let me go!..."

  The woman fell down.

   Xiaolan fell down with the woman, and at the same time, she saw the man behind the woman.

  The man's suit was splattered with blood. He raised the kitchen knife in his hand and squatted down.

  He smiled and glanced at Xiaolan, with a gentle smile on his face.

  "Don’t be afraid of the baby, dad and mom play first, and then play with you."

  He lifted the knife and swung it down fiercely.

  One click...Two clicks...Three clicks...

  Gulugulu...

  Mom’s head rolled to Xiaolan’s feet.

   Xiaolan's body suddenly began to cry loudly.

  This little body still doesn’t understand anything.

  But he may have begun to feel pain.

  The man stood up, grabbed the feet of the woman who had collapsed on the ground, and dragged her out of the door.

  Mom’s body disappeared from sight.

  "Baby..." The dry voice rang at his feet.

   Xiaolan's body cried and crawled towards her mother's head.

  Mom only has one head left, but that head can make a sound.

  "Baby...run..." The head gradually lost its blood, and the mouth moved mechanically, "Run...run..."

   Xiaolan's body grabbed her mother's face, and cried out similar to "Mom... Mom..." in her mouth.

  Such a small child can't even speak.

   Xiaolan suddenly remembered a story in a book.

A mother who was in labor had a car accident at the entrance of the hospital. The head and body were torn apart by the wheel, but the mother's head was still doing the breathing method that the doctor taught her. In the end, she died theoretically with this one. The body gave birth to a child.

   exhale-inhale-exhale-inhale-

  "Hehehehehe..."

  The figure of the man appeared at the door again.

   "Baby," he hid the knife behind him, "Miss Dad, Dad will show you a good thing..."

  The knife has turned blood red.

  The knife, slashed towards Xiaolan and grabbed her mother's hand.

  Crying, only crying can be heard.

  Two tears of blood poured out of the mother’s eyes.

  (End of this chapter)