Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 515 Candle Tears

  When Xiaolan walked to the third floor, the world seemed to be brighter.

The doors on both sides of    are all tightly closed.

   Xiaolan stopped at the door of the room she had been to.

  If as Yrel said, everything that happened that night was my own illusion, then I should have never been here at all.

   Xiaolan looked at the door and suddenly knelt down.

  She checked the ground in front of the door.

  The hallway is covered with scarlet mahogany floors. A long Persian carpet extends from one end to the other end of the hallway. There is almost no dust on the floor and the carpet, and it looks like it is often cleaned.

   Xiaolan supported the ground with both hands, searching for something on the ground.

   Is it true or not?

  As long as there is that...

  There was nothing on the floor, Xiaolan looked at the intricately patterned carpet again, the surface was smooth and clean.

  But...it must be...

   Xiaolan grabbed the edge of the carpet and lifted it up suddenly.

  Her eyes lit up suddenly.

found it!

  The floor under the carpet is brighter than the exposed floor. When the servants cleaned the third floor that had been unoccupied for a long time, they should have never lifted this heavy and precious carpet.

  There is an ugly and conspicuous flaw on the ground reflecting the oil-red luster.

  A candle tear.

  A piece of candle tears that was left a while ago and has not been polished by the years.

  It is the tears that fell from the candle that night when the candle holder was frightened by the door that suddenly opened.

At that time, I took a big step back subconsciously, and my heels unconsciously rolled up the corners of the carpet. Tears of the candles quickly left on the hidden carpet, and then I saw the appearance of Yrel clearly and withdrew his feet. The carpet was like Nothing has happened and is generally restored.

  But there is evidence to prove that all this happened!

   Xiaolan looked at the tears of the candle, and suddenly felt like crying for some reason.

  I am definitely not dreaming.

  All the strange things that happened here can be explained.

   Xiaolan reluctantly covered the carpet back, stood up, and looked at the gray-white sky corner outside the window.

  She is not going to show this evidence to others.

  As long as you know it, it’s enough.

  Knowing that all of this is real, and knowing that those who try to deny these things must have hidden secrets.

  When she returned to the room, Xiaolan looked at the drizzle outside the window and gave a relaxed smile.

  Human heads and scarlet letters can definitely be explained.

  As long as you...

   "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

   Outside the door, there was a hasty knock on the door again.

  As soon as Xiaolan walked to the bed, Yrel's anxious voice came in.

   "Something went wrong! Something happened!" The knock on the door came like rain, "Are you awake? Go and see! Something happened!..."

Xiaolan opened the door, and Yrel's clenched fist almost hit Xiaolan's face. The woman's face was rarely pale, she was holding a black umbrella in her hand, and the rain from the tip of the umbrella was dripping intermittently. To the carpet.

"what's happenin?"

  Irel cautiously looked at the door of the two children's closed room, grabbed Xiaolan's wrist, and said anxiously, "You...you go and have a look..."

Yrel took Xiaolan directly out of the gate of the castle. The cold air in the early morning on a rainy day was so cold that Xiaolan raised his arms. Yrel was holding the umbrella in a panic, the umbrella swayed, and the rain fell on both of them. .

  The two walked around the garden and walked along the stream.

  "Which tower are we going to?" Xiaolan was a little surprised.

  "You have to go and see." Yrel didn't look at Xiaolan who was beside him, but his tone was a little tougher.

   Xiaolan followed Yrel's pace in confusion.

  It's yourself... Did you accidentally leave something last night?

   But even if he left something, he had already confessed to Yrel. He had been to the steeple, but found nothing.

  Is something missing?

   Xiaolan glanced at Yrel quietly. The woman's usual dignity and steadfastness have disappeared at this moment. What is lost to make her like this? Unless the spire disappears entirely.

  But the tower did not disappear, the tower was still erected at the end of their sight.

   Tuantuan purple clouds shrouded the upper end of the spire, and the spire seemed to have turned into a cold needle, piercing some external appearances.

  Far away, Xiaolan saw several black umbrellas in full bloom moving under the tower.

  The servants of the entire castle gathered around the tower.

   Seeing the two approaching, several servants approached and followed them without saying a word.

  Yrel led Xiaolan around the front of the minaret and came to the back of the tower. Xiaolan hadn't been here yet, and just after turning a corner, several servants appeared in the depression on the back of the tower.

  They gave way one after another.

  The grass has been soaked in rain water for several days, and it was stepped on by everyone and turned into a muddy water mixture on the ground.

  In the middle of this muddy water, there is a person lying on his stomach.

  A blond girl in maid clothes, lying face down on the grass, the girl puts her hands to her ears without a trace of movement.

  The two walked around in front of the maid.

  Yrel looked at Xiaolan’s shocked expression and pointed at the dead maid, "Look at it."

   "What's the matter?" Xiaolan looked at the servants around him, "She's dead?"

  The servants lowered their heads and stepped back.

  "Didn't you call the police?" Xiaolan blurted out, and then realized that there was probably no police to report in this place, "I mean, call someone over... come and take a look."

   "I have called my servant to ask Dr. Suwan." Yrel replied.

  Doctor, I guess there are only doctors here.

   But that is better than nothing.

   "How did she die?" Xiaolan knelt down, "Who discovered it?"

"Do you remember when I went to turn off the lights in the corridor on the second floor in the morning?" Yrel walked closer to Xiaolan. "She usually does this work, but today, when I got up to prepare breakfast, I found out that the light hadn’t gone out, so I took on the job and told several servants to look for her. After that, the servant who came to the tower to pick up the cans found her..."

   Xiaolan nodded, and tentatively pushed the maid’s shoulder.

  The bitter cold penetrated Xiaolan's hands through several layers of clothes.

   is indeed dead.

  But...it's kind of weird.

   Immediately afterwards, Xiao Lan stretched out her right hand, grabbed the maid’s other shoulder, and turned the body over.

  The servants drew back.

  Yrel took a breath of air, and tightly covered his mouth.

  Xiaolan's chin also trembled a little.

  The girl's body was turned over, revealing the front of her clothes soaked in blood and mud.

  But her face is still on the ground.

  The high collar of the blood-colored clothes turned over, revealing two smooth fractures on the neck.

  The girl had her head cut off.

  (End of this chapter)