Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 521: The murderer was...

Chapter 521 The murderer was actually...

At the end of the other side of the corridor, the largest room is Yrel's room.

Xiaolan stood in front of the door.

Hung a wooden sign with Yrel's name on the door.

Xiaolan took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

There is no sound in the door.

Are you sleeping too well?

Xiaolan knocked again.

It was quiet.

Xiaolan put her hand by the door, trying to control her strength, and pushed the door a little bit.

The door opened, and the harsh sound echoed in the dark corridor.

The door is completely dark.

"Miss Yrel?" Xiaolan called tentatively, and walked in the door.

The candle was not lit, and the faint candlelight outside the door vaguely outlined the appearance of the room.

Xiaolan has an ominous premonition.

But after seeing the flat bed and soft chair, Xiaolan's hanging heart was relieved.

Fortunately, Yrel is not there.

Xiaolan almost thought that her latest suspect had also been poisoned.

But it’s so late, where can Yrel be?

Xiaolan turned around in the room for a few times, and found the wall where Yrel was hanging the key. Several brass keys were hung in front of the red velvet on the wall. The positions of the keys are arranged according to the position of the room. The last one Under the row of keys, there really is a somewhat worn-out copper key hanging, which should be the key to the basement.

Xiaolan returned the key to the storage room, then took down the key to the basement, raised his eyes, but frowned.

On the upper floors, there are keys to almost all the rooms.

Among them, there is also one in his own room.

Yrel never told herself that she had a spare key to her room in her hand.

My key is still on my body.

Sure enough, there are two keys?

Xiaolan's suspicion of Yrel has deepened.

The night was extremely dark, Xiaolan stayed in the empty hall for a while, and did not hear any movement.

Xiaolan was about to walk towards the wing stairs.

The lights are burning quietly, and everything around is so peaceful.

It was disturbingly calm.

It's like there is something...

Xiaolan stood at the top of the old wooden staircase, turned his head abruptly, and glanced at the empty hall behind him.

No one, but...

Peep sense.

Xiaolan's breathing was a little bit short, but she couldn't stop her steps in an unknown sense, Xiaolan turned her head back, and was about to step towards the stairs.

A heart-piercing scream cut through the darkness and poured into her ears.

That voice comes from the second floor.

"what!--"

The scream continued.

Xiaolan glanced at the stairs leading down, twisted and ran back.

"Who?!" Xiaolan asked loudly, "What's wrong?"

She rushed up the stairs.

The corridor on the second floor was brightly lit. Xiaolan saw at a glance that an unfamiliar maid was sitting slumped by the wall, pointing to a door and screaming loudly.

Xiaolan ran a few steps closer, her heart cold.

The half-open door is his room.

noticed that Xiaolan was approaching, the maid turned her head helplessly, and saw that it was Xiaolan, but she screamed even harder, and even kept moving back.

"What happened? Why is it so late..."

Yrel's voice sounded from behind Xiaolan.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it must have woken you up..." Yrel crossed Xiaolan, immediately put on an expression, and walked towards the maid on the ground angrily, "What are you doing? Am I? I haven't told you..."

"Miss Yrel! Miss Yrel!" When the maid saw Yrel, she immediately saw her as a savior. She knelt and crawled to Yrel's feet, pulling at the corner of her skirt in a panic, "Miss Yrel. , Look at it!..."

She pointed to Xiaolan's room.

Irel's eyes followed the trembling index finger.

In almost an instant, the blood on the woman's face was lost.

Xiaolan thinks she should be too.

The two of them were stunned, Xiaolan moved his steps vigorously, and walked to the side of them.

In my own room, there is a bright candle light.

Dazzling.

So dazzling.

The candlelight did not bring warmth, but reflected the whole house...

Crimson.

My room has become a slaughterhouse, bed curtains, curtains, carpets... everything seems to be immersed in blood.

The strong smell of blood poured into Xiaolan's nose through the half-opened door.

Xiaolan pursed her lips, stepped forward, and opened the door.

Standing at this angle, Xiaolan saw it at a glance, and a pair of feet were exposed behind the bed.

Xiaolan felt that the blood in her whole body had coagulated.

She remembers the black leather shoes and the neat trousers.

Doctor Suwan.

Yrel threw the maid aside, and walked into the room holding his breath.

Xiaolan followed in.

Doctor Suwan fell on the ground between the dressing table and the bed, his body separated.

The person who had promised to protect Xiaolan a few hours ago has now become a cold corpse.

"You, go downstairs," Yrel looked at the maid outside the door and ordered, "Wake everyone up and call them up."

"Miss Yrel..."

"Go!"

The maid stood up tremblingly, wiping her tears, and ran to the stairs.

Irel squatted in front of the doctor's body without saying a word, and for a while, he raised his head to look at Xiaolan.

This look is again.

"It's not me..." Xiaolan explained weakly.

Her voice was so hoarse that she felt strange to herself.

The doctor was lying on his side on the ground, with his right hand pointing high and forward, as if he had left some dying clue.

Irel apparently thought of this too. While guarding Xiaolan, she moved to the head of the bed where Dr. Suwan pointed.

Xiaolan's breath was unstable. She watched Yrel's movements, then looked at the doctor's body, and suddenly found that the doctor was holding something in his right hand.

is a piece of... a piece of white paper.

Yrel waved away the curtain on the head of Xiaolan's bed.

exposed the white wall behind.

The wallpaper posted on the wall lacks a palm-sized piece, revealing a dark wall.

The servants came one after another, Xiaolan saw the red-haired maid, her face was pale, and she stared blankly at everything in the room.

"You come in," Yrel calmly called some male servants into the room, "Push this bed away for me."

The heavy iron bed was moved to one side, gradually revealing the whole picture of the wall at the head of the bed.

The wallpaper on the wall undulates, as if it is not pasted...

Xiaolan felt extremely suffocated.

Irel pinched a corner of the wallpaper and opened it forcefully.

唰! ——

The large piece of wallpaper peeled off at the sound. For some reason, Xiaolan felt that her heart seemed to twitch.