Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 523 Dreamland

  Xiaolan hugged her knees and sat quietly.

  Thinking.

  I don’t know how long it took, there seemed to be light footsteps outside the door, and then, with a crash, a small group of light sources appeared on Xiaolan’s head.

  She quickly raised her head and got up from the ground.

  A small slap-sized window opened on the door, revealing the lower half of the servant's face standing outside. The servant stretched out his hand and passed something in.

  Xiaolan took it.

   is a loaf of bread wrapped in greased paper.

  One more thing.

  A bottle of milk.

   Xiaolan held bread in one hand and milk in the other, hesitatingly asked, "That..."

  The servant's action of closing the window stopped.

  "Excuse me, can you give me a lamp?" Xiaolan's voice trembled, sounding pitiful.

  The servant hesitated.

   "Or, a candle will do," Xiaolan immediately lowered her request, "a burning candle, thank you...thank you."

  The servant looked back, and quickly turned around, "What do you want a candle for...?"

   Xiaolan's shoulders were pulled down, "I'm afraid of the dark... please."

   There was a little cry in Xiaolan's voice.

  The servant sighed and looked back again. After that, his figure disappeared from the small window. After a while, holding a simple oil lamp in one hand, he came in through the window.

   "Thank you." Xiaolan took the oil lamp and thanked him sincerely.

   "Nothing," the servant said softly, "Just don't let Miss Yrel find out."

   "Never."

  The wooden window was closed.

  But it is no longer pitch black all around.

   Xiaolan put the bread and milk on the ground, holding the lamp, slowly turned around.

  The picture is not as terrible as imagined.

The basement is surrounded by gray rock walls. The room is empty. Only a square stone bed is placed in the middle of the room. The stone bed is about half a meter high. The stone bed is covered with a sheet of white cloth. The surface of the white cloth is uneven. Uneven, faintly protruding the figure of an adult.

  This should be the dead maid.

  The trembling candlelight rolled on the white cloth, as if things under the white cloth were slowly moving.

   Xiaolan walked to the position where the head of the female corpse should be, and lifted up the white cloth.

  For an instant, Xiaolan's eyes seemed to blur.

  That face, it doesn’t seem to be that face anymore.

   Xiaolan blinked, his vision returned to normal, and lying on the stone bed was the poor little maid who had died behind the spire on that rainy night.

  The female corpse still looks like that, but the limbs are not so stiff. Xiaolan looked at the lifeless face, and suddenly felt that the trembling herself was a bit ridiculous.

   "Poor." Xiaolan shook her head, facing the female corpse, and sat on the ground.

  I and this girl are very pitiful.

  What will happen next?

  Wait until the owner of the manor, that is, Mr. Morwen, returns, and he is sent to the gallows as a murderer?

   or the torture frame?

  Or some other death sentence?

  Xiaolan skipped the contents of the criminal law of this era in her mind, staring at the female corpse lying on the stone bed, feeling her eyelids gradually sinking.

  At this moment, I'm actually sleepy? !

  Xiaolan sighed in her heart, but her eyes closed uncontrollably.

   Consciousness left for a while, and soon Xiaolan ushered in a new dream.

  He was walking on the small intestine road outside the manor.

  The same as when I first came to Morwen Manor.

  It’s just that the weather is refreshing and clear, there is no pervasive fog, and no lingering drizzle.

  Xiaolan can feel the happy mood of the owner of this body from her jumping feet.

   At the entrance of the manor, there stood a middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo.

  I jumped a few times and fell into the arms of the middle-aged man.

  The two walked into the castle hand in hand, and a woman and two children came to face each other.

   Yrel, Moses, and Lily.

  The appearance of the three of them is younger than they are now, and the faces of the two children still have that kind of well-behaved and polite smiles, and Yrel is the same, complimenting his looks with great compliments.

  This is definitely not the memory of the blonde maid.

  This is the memory of one of Mr. Morwen’s wives.

After    is a happy and peaceful daily life.

  Until.

  Mr. Morwen waved at the crowd waiting at the gate of the castle and turned back into the carriage.

  The carriage goes away.

  The servants returned to the castle to continue their work.

  The owner of this body also turned around and returned to the hall.

  There was a sound of footsteps behind him.

  A small hand grabbed himself.

  Lily with an innocent expression, grabbed her little finger and shook it.

  "Can you tell me a story tonight?...

   "When Dad was at home, he would tell me stories every day."

  The owner of this body gently agreed to her.

  At night, I walked into Lily's room.

  The furnishings in this room are almost the same as they are now.

  The little girl chose for a long time in front of the bookcase, and finally found a fairy tale book.

   "Blue Beard".

  Exactly the same experience...

After listening to the story, Lily asked the question mysteriously, "You said, why did Blue Beard kill his wives?"

   "Lily, this is not a question you should know."

  This night, it just passed.

  In the night, I woke up several times.

  Every time I wake up, I will get up nervously from the bed and check all the corners of the room.

  The next day, Mr. Mor Wen still did not come back.

  I spent the day in a muddle-headed manner. In the evening, Lily took her hand again.

   "Tell Lily a story today, too."

   is still, "Blue Beard".

   "You said," Lily's eyes seemed to have a mocking smile, "Why did Blue Beard kill his wives?"

  I was a little angry.

   "This is not something Lily should understand," she threw away the blue beard, "it's not a book that Lily should read either."

   Then, in Lily's complicated eyes, she slammed the door and left.

   went back to the room, swallowed a few white pills, and lay down on the bed.

   Quiet night, beating candlelight.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

  "No..." he held his forehead, "No..."

   Soon, he jumped out of the bed, swayed to the table, opened the drawer, and pulled out a blank sheet of paper.

  "Dear brother..." The hand fluently wrote, "The sense of voyeurism I mentioned to you and your family before is back..."

  Peeping sense!

   Xiaolan understands.

  This is Dr. Suwan’s sister, Sandora!

   is the sixth wife of Mr. Morwen.

  Sandora folded the letter, put on the blouse again, opened the door, went to the lobby on the first floor, and placed the letter on the long table on the east side.

  Next, she sat in the hall all night.

  The next day, the messenger sent Shandora's home letter away early in the morning.

  (End of this chapter)