Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 525 Tick

  In the following time, Xiaolan and the maid stood at both ends of the wooden door, listening to the maid telling the story of the two girls together.

  Two people bit by bit.

  Until the day when the blonde girl was killed.

  The maid stopped, her empty eyes crossed Xiaolan, and she looked at the white cloth on the stone bed from a distance.

   "I would never do anything like that." Xiao Lan said loudly.

  "Who would do such a thing?..." the maid muttered to herself.

   Xiaolan seized this opportunity.

   "Maybe I can find the answer."

  The maid’s eyes moved back to her face.

  What is this suspect talking about?

  Her eyes are like saying this.

"Last night, I was still chatting with you in the storage room," Xiaolan said quickly, "Dr. Suowan's body was found not long after we were separated from you. Do you really think that in such a short time, I Can I kill someone? Or did I kill the doctor before I met you?"

  The maid stepped back hesitantly.

  "I was wronged," Xiaolan said, holding the window, "and I think...I may be very close to the truth."

  "Why are you saying these things to me?" The maid looked anxiously to the sides.

  She knows the answer.

   "Now," Xiaolan almost begged, "Only you can help me."

  A few hours later, Xiaolan regained her freedom.

At that time, it was late at night. After the red-haired maid decided to help Xiaolan, she stood firmly on her side and helped her friends to seek justice and pushed her to do many things that she would never even dream of, such as Distract other servants, like sneaking into Yrel's room for the second time to steal the keys.

   "Where are you going?"

  Before parting, the red-haired maid looked at Xiaolan's back nervously and asked.

Xiaolan also thought about this question carefully.

  If I go straight to Moses’ bedroom now, there will only be one end, that is, to be caught again, and even the red-haired maid will be involved.

   "That tower," Xiaolan said.

"tower…"

   Xiaolan saw the maid wanting to speak but stopped, and stopped, "Do you know what?"

   "Actually...that tower was not like that before." The maid lowered her head.

"What does it mean?"

   "A few days ago, the day after you fell from the tower, Miss Yrel ordered us to clean the tower," the maid said, "The previous tower was not like that."

  Sure enough.

   "Before, the door on the top floor was closed, right?" Xiaolan asked.

  The maid nodded.

   "What's inside?"

   "Nothing," the maid said hastily, "Under the instructions of Miss Yrel, we moved some materials in."

   Xiaolan glanced at the red-haired maid gratefully, "I'm going there."

  Actually, she hasn't been locked up for long, but when she breathed in the fresh outdoor air again, Xiaolan still felt the joy of freedom.

   Xiaolan was a lot more cautious this time, putting on the cloak that the little maid had stolen for herself, hiding among the trees in the courtyard, and slowly approaching the spire.

  The rain has been very small, the air is filled with thick moisture, and the surrounding castle seems to be covered with a layer of mist in the rain. In the middle of the windows, there are several traces of flames flashing from time to time.

  Xiaolan goes around the garden.

  The minaret is still the same.

   Xiaolan quickly passed through the bushes of woods and came to the bottom of the minaret.

  She walked around to the back of the tower first.

  The rain has turned over the soil on the ground for an unknown number of times, and it is completely impossible to see that anyone has fallen on this soft land.

  Rainy night, without moonlight, Xiaolan walked in the dark, and walked into the tower along the back door of the tower.

   Xiaolan took off the cap of the cloak and looked around.

  The tower where raindrops can't reach is still dry and fresh.

  Nothing seems to have changed.

  Xiaolan walked up the spiral staircase.

   Sundries and spare food are still listed all over the stairs, even the room at the end of the stairs.

  The same has no door, and there are also the same debris in the door.

   Xiaolan walked in.

  The room was full of items, and there was almost nowhere to go. When Xiaolan was supporting the wooden box to move to the depths of the room, she suddenly felt a tingling pain from the fingers of her right hand.

  She thought it was cut by sawdust.

  However, when the situation of his right hand came into view, Xiaolan saw the brown hair around her right index finger.

  This hair is still wrapped in his hand.

   Xiaolan pinched the other end of her hair and hesitated for a while.

  Next, I wound it tighter.

  The wooden boxes in the room were all covered, Xiaolan lifted up all the boxes and checked the items inside.

  Nothing unusual.

  However, this is not difficult to understand. After all, the state of the entire tower was "disguised" by Yrel instructing his servants. How could they put the clues here and be seen by themselves?

but why…

   Xiaolan looked at the sealed wooden strips around the wall.

  Why are there wooden strips nailed to the wall of this room?

  What is the purpose of installing wooden strips on the wall?

  At this moment, Xiaolan can only think of one use for sauna.

   But obviously not right.

   Xiaolan strenuously climbed to the top of the box and got close to the wall.

  The fragrance of wood.

   Xiaolan reached out and knocked.

   is not hollow either.

  But...here...

Suddenly, Xiaolan seemed to hear the sound of liquid dripping.

  The rain on my body has already shaken off, so it shouldn’t drip anymore.

  Xiaolan also checked the edge of the cloak specially.

  Tick...

   Xiaolan turned her head sharply.

  The sound comes from another corner of the room.

   Xiaolan got up from the box and looked at it from a distance.

  There seems to be nothing.

  She looked up again.

  There is a solid rock top on the top of the head, and water-absorbing wood is all around. How could it leak rain?

  Tick...

  Suddenly a small pulling force came from his right hand.

  Xiaolan looked down at her slightly trembling right hand in disbelief.

   To be precise, it is the index finger of the right hand.

  The finger was beating like a spasm, it didn't come from Xiaolan's own power.

   is the hair tied to my fingertips.

  That hair is pulling Xiaolan's finger towards the door.

  Tick...

  I don't know if it was an illusion, Xiaolan felt that the voice seemed to be approaching.

   Xiaolan became uneasy.

  The strength coming from the hair is a little bit stronger, and even the fingertips that strangle Xiaolan are a little bit painful.

   Xiaolan understood its meaning.

  Run fast.

but…

   Xiaolan looked at the corner where the sound of dripping water came from.

   "咝—"

  She yanked her right hand back and looked at the blood leaking from her fingertips.

  The trembling hair has been deeply embedded in the skin of Xiaolan's fingers.

Ok.

   Xiaolan stepped directly on the box and ran towards the door.

  Tick...Tick...Tick...

  The sound of water droplets is accelerating.

  It was almost like chasing behind him.

   Xiaolan jumped off the wooden box closest to the door.

  (End of this chapter)