Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 522 I

   "It's not me." Xiao Lan shook her head and said.

  Indeed, she can't say anything.

   "Who else could it be?" Yrel's head quickly nodded at the servants at the door, and the servants immediately leaned behind Xiaolan.

  "Why should I kill Dr. Suwan?..." Xiaolan weakly defended.

  Irel sneered, and dropped the wallpaper in her hand on the ground, "Poor Doctor Suwan, didn’t she find your secret?..."

  "What secret..."

   "You killed the maid," Yrel stared, "It was you too..."

   "It's not me!" Xiao Lan suddenly screamed uncontrollably, "I don't know... I wasn't in the bedroom at all at night, I don't know what happened, I don't know!"

   "Miss Yrel!"

  A male servant pointed to the head of the princess bed and summoned Yrel.

  A few people watched it together.

  The bed was moved, and the quilt and pillows on the bed were also changed positions. The pillow on the right was turned over, revealing the things underneath.

  It was a knife stained with blood.

  Yrel walked over, picked up the knife, raised his head, and looked at Xiaolan's eyes like a devil.

   "You used this... to kill the maid, to kill Dr. Yrel, and... the pigeon."

pigeon?

pigeon.

   Xiaolan opened her mouth, feeling that everything around her is full of unreality, "The pigeon...that's not an illusion..."

   "Of course not an illusion!" Yrel screamed, "I saw you sleepwalking with my own eyes! I saw you killed the pigeon with my own eyes! It was you!..."

it's me?

  Impossible.

   "Impossible..."

"That night, you took the knife and came to the third floor." Yrel shone with tears and looked at Xiaolan. "You caught a pigeon perching on the window sill, and you chopped it off with a knife. head……"

  I cut off its head with a knife...

  No wonder, when I saw the pigeon, I thought the pigeon’s wound was a little strange.

  Because it is completely separated.

"After that, you came back to the room as if nothing had happened. I couldn't let others know about it. I was about to clean, but you...you came back again," Yrel said everything. Came out, "You forgot, you forgot all, I can't help it, I can only pretend that nothing happened..."

  That’s why she lied to herself.

   "The next day, you went to the tower again..."

  Yrel told the story one by one.

  In this way, a morbid, weird, neurotic image was gradually stripped from Yrel's words.

  Is that yourself?

   "Lily saw it that night. Go to the tower," Yrel looked down. "She told me that you are wearing a black cloak and are dragging something..."

  Something?

  He obviously didn’t take anything.

"She said it was like...a person," Yrel continued. "Poor Lily, she was terribly scared, and the time she saw you was exactly 10:25 in the evening. Doctor Wan guessed the time to throw the body..."

   "No!" Xiaolan finally yelled out, "I didn't take anything! And I'm out of the castle after twelve o'clock! I promise! I have watched the clock specially!..."

   Xiaolan excitedly turned her head towards the cuckoo clock.

  Irel slowly shook his head in despair, "The clock in this room has broken down a long time ago. I haven't had time to replace it, so I will go upstairs to notify you during all the activities."

  The little cuckoo, exposed outside the clock, the hands and the bird are quiet, without a trace of movement.

  But myself...

   Mingming...

   "You guys," Yrel waved his hand weakly, "Shut this woman into the basement, and go quickly."

  The servants behind Xiaolan grabbed her arm together.

   "Let go of me!..."

   Xiaolan struggled, the basement key hidden in his sleeve slipped and fell directly to the ground.

  Irel smiled dryly, "You also stole the key to the basement..."

   "I did it for..."

   "Take her down."

  Yrel didn't want to listen to Xiaolan anymore. She held her forehead with one hand and waved weakly with the other. Xiaolan was escorted out of the room by several sturdy arms.

  The red-haired maid covered her mouth, her eyes widened in horror.

   Xiaolan's gaze swept across her face, and there were several equally pale faces, and soon she came to the hall.

  She walked up the somewhat old staircase.

  The key to the basement was held by a male servant. Xiaolan was escorted to a solid black wooden door. The male servant opened the door and threw Xiaolan in directly with a slam. The door behind him was heavily closed.

  There is not a trace of light in the door.

  Xiaolan leaned on the door and smashed the solid wooden door a few times in vain. He supported the door frame and slowly stood up.

   See nothing.

   Xiaolan fumbled the rough wall and moved a little along the wall, imagining the appearance of the basement in his mind.

  There should be some sundries, some spare items, and...

  A female corpse, and her head.

  I don't know if it is for psychological reasons, Xiaolan feels that the temperature in the basement is also lower than in the castle. She trembles her shoulders and continues to fumble forward.

  The whole space is filled with a strange smell.

   Xiaolan arched her nose and sniffed.

  It's like...smoky.

   Soon, Xiaolan walked around the four walls unimpededly. The room was small and empty. If she guessed correctly, the body of the maid should be placed in the center of the basement.

  Xiaolan returned to the door again. She was holding the doorknob, but her mood slowly calmed down.

  Is it true that, as Yrel said, did all this by himself?

  I’m already crazy, or have a certain bloodthirsty personality that would do terrible things without the master’s knowledge?

  But in Yrel's words, there is still a loophole.

   is the night I climbed the tower.

  Yrel's words are instead telling herself that so far, the things Xiaolan has seen have happened. Then the night she climbed the tower, the things she saw were also real.

  Moreover, someone really pushed themselves down.

  If the head that I saw in the bedroom that night was a small warning from the deceased, what does the "seventh bride" in the mirror represent?

   Will he die tragically like the first six brides?

  Suppose, I am not a lunatic.

  That is when someone wants to kill themselves.

   Xiaolan gasped for no apparent reason.

  Her self-confidence at the moment is just like she has always been. She firmly believes that all of this was never done by herself.

  If you don’t believe in yourself, then you really become a murderer.

  And this is exactly what they want.

  (End of this chapter)