Monument of Life and Death

   Chapter 516

   Xiaolan turned her head to look at Yrel, the woman's well-maintained face seemed to have many wrinkles in an instant, and the whole face was as white as a dead person.

what is the problem?

   Xiaolan's hands trembled slightly, she reached out and hugged the lonely head on the ground.

   turned over.

  This face.

   Xiaolan's fingers shook violently, and his head soaked in blood and mud almost slipped to the ground.

  This is the head that appeared on my bed!

  The same blond hair, the same wide-open eyes, and the same eyes filled with confusion.

   Xiaolan panted, desperately calming her mood.

  Why?

  Why...

   "Is it... is it her?" Xiaolan raised her head and looked at Yrel. From the look in Yrel's eyes, she could tell that her face was also scary white at this time. "The girl you said..."

  Yrel closed his eyes and nodded heavily, "The maid who lives with her said that she never went back last night."

Xiaolan carefully placed her head on the blonde girl’s neck. There was only a little blood on her hand. To be precise, there was not much blood on the ground, and most of the blood was on the front of the girl’s clothes. side.

  Having his head chopped off, will there be only such a little blood?

   "Doctor Suowan should be coming soon." Yrel said suddenly.

   Xiaolan nodded, and stood up on her knees, feeling that the strength in her body disappeared as cleanly as the blood in the girl's body.

  "You...are you not going to say something?" Yrel didn't look at Xiaolan, but said without end.

   "I..." Xiaolan didn't quite understand what she meant. "If you want me to say, we should probably send a letter to the host telling him about it."

  Irel shook his head with a pained expression, and then whispered for a while, "Did you not see her?"

   "What do you mean?" Xiaolan glanced at the female corpse on the ground, "I saw it."

  Irel sighed, "I mean, did you see her last night?"

"last night?"

   Xiaolan reacted.

  Yrel knew that he had been to this tower last night, and by then, the girl was probably dead.

   "I didn't see her," Xiaolan tried to suppress her emotions and argued, "When I came here last night, there was no one here, and I never went to the back of the tower to see."

  Yrel lowered his head, his voice muffled, "Really?"

  Xiaolan's heart is like an ice cave.

  She is doubting herself.

  She glanced at the servants around her, everyone was desperately avoiding her eyes.

  They are all doubting themselves.

   "What do you mean?" Xiaolan sneered, "Do you think I killed this girl?"

   is ridiculous.

That's ridiculous.

  "Do you have any evidence?" Xiaolan asked through gritted teeth.

  Yrel still lowered his head, his head shook slightly, "I didn't mean that."

  The rain is still falling, Xiaolan does not have an umbrella on top of her head. She is like the female corpse on the ground, with her hair tightly clinging to her cheeks.

  The two sides confronted each other for a long time.

  Finally, a strange cry sounded not far away, "Miss Yrel!..."

  A man’s voice is approaching, "Miss Yrel? What happened?..."

  On the other side of the minaret, a small and thin figure appeared. The servant was chasing behind him with an umbrella. The man ran over with his bag, ignoring the rain in the sky.

  This person should be a doctor.

  The two moustaches on Dr. Suwan’s lips were also wet from the rain. He saw the corpse on the ground at a glance and exclaimed, "Oh my God, why..."

  "Doctor Suwan, you really have worked hard," Yrel hurriedly pushed the umbrella in his hand over the doctor's head, "This weather will bother you, we are really sorry... But the current situation..."

   "You can't let this child lie here all the time. Come on, move her to a place where it won't rain."

  Doctor Suwan spoke, several of the servants started to move slowly, and after a while, everyone moved to the tower where the sundries were stored.

  The doctor checked the scar on the woman’s neck, frowned and stood up, and suddenly saw Xiaolan standing behind him, “This is the new gentleman...”

  "The tutor," Yrel replied first, "It's Lily and Moses's tutor."

   "Tutor? Oh, that's it..."

  The doctor smiled and shook hands with Xiaolan.

   "Undoubtedly," after the doctor released his hand, he quickly changed back to a serious doctor. "This child was strangled to death with both hands by someone first, and his head was chopped off after death."

   "That's why she had so little blood?" Xiaolan ignored the eyes of others, squatted next to the female corpse, and checked the red and purple handprints on her broken neck.

  When I was outside, I didn’t see clearly, and there really were two obvious choke marks on the female corpse’s neck.

"In fact...even if the head was chopped off after death, the amount of blood found so far is too low." The doctor patted the dust off his hands. "So I tend to think that the child was killed after death. People are thrown here."

  Throw the corpse!

  Yrel looked stunned.

  "The doctor, can you tell when she died?" Xiaolan asked hurriedly.

The doctor looked down at the female corpse’s large and apathetic eyes and said, “Considering that rain will affect a little bit of judgment, the estimated time may not be very accurate. According to preliminary estimates, eight to twelve children have died. It’s a small hour, it’s about eight o'clock, so she was killed between eight o'clock and twelve o'clock last night."

Among the servants around   , a red-haired girl with freckles on her face stood up, "Last night... when we finished the first floor cleaning together last night, it was already ten o'clock..."

  "Are you the last to see her?" the doctor asked the red-haired girl.

The girl gave Xiaolan a timid look, dropped her head again, and stammered, "Ten o'clock...after ten o'clock, I'm back to the room... She... She went to clean the basement... Today... No, it was yesterday... Yesterday it was her turn to clean, and after... I didn't see her again, and then... and then..."

   "Well, boy, you are doing well," the doctor patted the red-haired **** the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, you did nothing wrong."

  The girl wiped off a tear, and tremblingly backed away.

   "So, she should have been killed between ten and twelve o'clock last night." Xiaolan concluded.

The doctor took a look at Xiaolan appreciatively and nodded, "Judging from the waterlogging on the surface of the wound, the time to throw the body is earlier than twelve o'clock. It seems that maybe just after ten o'clock, this child will He died of violent death, and the body was moved here around eleven o'clock."

  (End of this chapter)