Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 511 The dead pigeon

   Xiaolan hesitantly looked at Yrel's appearance, did not see anything abnormal, straightened up and said, "I heard a sound in the room."

   "The room? This room?" Yrel pointed to the closed door.

   Xiaolan nodded, "Just a few minutes ago, there were footsteps inside."

   "Impossible," Yrel immediately denied, "I locked the door when I left this room. There is only one key to this room, and no one can get in."

   "This door is not locked..." Xiaolan said, grabbing the doorknob and twisting it.

   Click, click.

  The wrist could no longer be turned, Xiao Lan looked at the door handle which could be turned not long ago in surprise.

  The door is locked.

   "It was clear just now..."

  Irel seemed to be relieved, and smiled generously, "You are really, I admit, I was really scared by you."

  She gracefully lifted Xiaolan's hand from the doorknob, picked out a key, and opened the door in a few clicks.

  Squeak——

  The door opened.

   A soft candle was shining in the door, and all the furnishings in the room appeared in front of you. The layout of this room was roughly similar to that of your own room, except that the gorgeous furniture was absent.

  There is no one in the room.

   Xiaolan followed Yrel into the room. She carefully looked at the furnishings of the room, "Is there no one living here?"

"Oh, this floor is full of guest rooms. Usually no one lives." Yrel walked to the table and held up the candlestick. "But you know, even if no one is inhabited, these rooms must be kept clean. Cleanliness and cleanliness work. This is the code of Morwen Manor."

  Yrel held the candlestick and looked at Xiaolan with a smile.

   Xiaolan looked at her smiling face and asked, "Miss Yrel, what do you say you are here to clean?"

  The entire room was spotless, and indeed, as Yrel said, it was as clean as an inhabited room.

   "Oh, this," Miss Yrel showed a hint of disgust, "It's a bit annoying thing. I don't think a lady like you would want to see it."

   Xiaolan was on guard, "What is it?"

   "Yes... are you sure you want to see it?"

   Xiaolan nodded.

  Irel sighed, took the candlestick and came to the window, leaning the candlestick close to the window and saying, "It's here."

   A dead pigeon lay on the edge of the window. The pigeon’s small head was broken, and blood was constantly pouring from the wound, falling drop by drop along the marble wall.

  So, the drop of liquid that fell on your side just now is the blood of a pigeon?

"What's going on here?"

Xiaolan wanted to get closer, but Yrel stretched out his finger to a large blood stain on the window, and said, "This poor little guy must have lost his way and hit this window. It's so pitiful..."

   Xiaolan raised her eyes to look at Yrel, "I was downstairs just now, as if I heard someone talking..."

"Oh, then you must have heard me sighing for this little guy." Yrel took Xiaolan's hand and pulled her away from the window frame. "You know, I have to confirm every night. Whether every room in the castle is abnormal, this is the duty of a housekeeper."

   "Let me take care of it for you."

  Xiaolan wanted to go back to the window, but was rejected by Yrel with a wave of his hand. “A lady like you is not allowed to come into contact with such things. Go back and rest soon.”

   "It's okay," Xiaolan crossed Yrel's shoulder and looked at the pigeon's body again, "I can help you."

   "I insist." Yrel deliberately scowled and stood motionless in front of the window.

  The two stood in a stalemate for a while, Xiaolan gave up, turned around and raised the candlestick, "Then I will go back to the room."

   "Good night." Yrel bowed softly.

   Xiaolan closed the door and walked back to the second floor.

  There must be a problem.

  When I first arrived at the door of the room, the door of the room was absolutely unlocked.

  Why did it become locked later?

  The sound of footsteps in the door is by no means an illusion.

  The wound of the pigeon is also very strange, but I did not see it clearly.

Xiaolan returned to the room. The first thing she did was to walk to the window sill. The place where the big drop of liquid had fallen was already covered with dense blood drops. The rain was soaked with blood and spread on the gray marble. Open.

Is    really blood?

   Xiaolan opened the window, stained a drop of blood with her finger, and sent it under her nose to sniff.

   fishy smell.

Perhaps.

   Xiaolan closed the window back and walked two steps towards the dressing table, but suddenly froze in place.

  She turned her head abruptly and looked at the window sill.

  Rapid breathing.

  When I just left, I did not close the window.

  But when I came back.

  The windows are tightly closed.

  Who closed his window?

  Someone came in!

   Thinking of this, Xiaolan suddenly became vigilant, and looked around the room astutely, searching for other things that were not right.

  In case, that person is still in the room...

  Holding the candlestick, Xiaolan opened all the cabinets in the room, corners, curtains, and under the bed, and inspected it drippingly.

  At least that person is not here anymore.

   Xiaolan sat stiffly on the bed, and because he was uneasy, he lifted off his quilt again.

nobody.

   Xiaolan locked the door tightly and lay down under the quilt fearfully, still in cold sweat.

  In the first few levels, facing dangers and difficulties, I never felt this uneasy feeling.

  Everything here seems to be pulling my nerves.

   is only the first night.

  Xiaolan took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

  Does it really only take ten days?

  In the dream, there were a lot of messy red scenes, and the specific shapes of those things could not be distinguished. In the middle of a patch of red, suddenly, a touch of sapphire blue appeared.

  Blue beard? !

Xiaolan opened his eyes abruptly, the dream came to an abrupt end, the dining bell jingled, the rain was still falling, and the day was bright, but the sky was gloomy, Xiaolan still saw the cuckoo clock hanging on the wall opposite the bed. Only confirmed that it is seven o'clock in the morning.

   Headache.

  Xiaolan held his forehead.

  It must have been too late to fall asleep last night, and... Xiaolan looked at her rumpled coat. She didn't even change her clothes last night, and fell asleep wearing a damp skirt.

  The dining bell was still ringing, Xiaolan hurriedly changed her clothes, grabbed her hair a few times, and ran downstairs.

  Irel and the two children were standing by the dining table. Seeing Xiaolan walked into the restaurant, they started to give good morning salutes.

  Before the meal, Yrel quietly walked to Xiaolan's side and asked in a low voice with concern, "You must have not rested last night, okay?"

   Xiaolan rubbed her eyes awkwardly, "Uh, I have a little insomnia."

   "I just said, how can a lady like you see that kind of thing?" Yrel shook his head in annoyance, "You know, it will affect some...nervous, or something."

  (End of this chapter)