Monument of Life and Death

Chapter 535: Trial

Chapter 535 Judgment

Xiaolan was escorted out of the castle. The male servants surrounded her, cautiously grabbing her arm, and always paying attention to Xiaolan's movements, as if they were worried that Xiaolan would suddenly rise up and kill them all.

"Where are you taking me?" Xiaolan asked weakly on the way.

When the servants heard her question, they became more vigilant in an instant, but no one answered her question.

The clouds cleared, as Moses said, today’s weather is finally clear.

The early morning sunlight enveloped Xiaolan's body, illuminating the road ahead, and there was a black spire standing at the end of the tunnel.

A group of servants surrounded the bottom of the tower at a loss.

Xiaolan sighed, he had just left there for less than an hour, and now he is going back again.

The servants heard Xiaolan's sigh, and their nerves were tight, as if Xiaolan's breathing was poisonous.

The servants under the tower saw Xiaolan being escorted from a distance, and instantly calmed down, glaring at her.

Moses' body was still there, but it was moved to a piece of white cloth. The blood flowing out of the boy's body quickly stained most of the white cloth. Xiaolan heard a few weeping from the servants.

Moses' eyes were closed, his face was as handsome as when he was alive, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xiaolan pouted her lips contemptuously.

"Miss Yrel..."

The servants moved behind him, Xiaolan heard a heavy footstep approaching.

Xiaolan looked back.

"Snapped!"

A hot pain came from her right cheek, and Xiaolan was beaten up.

Yrel raised his hand again angrily, looked at Xiaolan with wide-eyed eyes, paused for a while, and then put his hand down.

"Unforgivable." The trembling bytes squeezed out Yrel's throat, her face was pale, and she stared at Xiaolan in disgust.

The servants around responded to Yrel's words.

"You...why are you?..." Yrel was talking, choked.

Xiaolan looked up at her.

Silence.

Yrel slowly shook her head, and the woman looked broken.

"Unforgivable...unforgivable..." Yrel closed his eyes and said desperately, "Bring her up, Master Moses...send him back to the room."

When Moses' face was covered with a white cloth, Xiaolan had been dragged up the spiral staircase by the servants. At this time, Xiaolan seemed to have not yet woken up from the slap in the face, staring dullly at the stairs below her feet.

Then, Xiaolan saw the room.

The door of the room was installed back. The wooden board that was smashed by the two has been repaired, and even several floors have been reinforced. The wooden box was removed and the whole room was empty.

The servants threw Xiaolan in.

Xiaolan fell on the dirty mahogany floor, her hands finally regained her freedom, she raised her right hand and covered her right cheek.

Vaguely felt five swollen and protruding finger prints.

Being slapped really hurts more than expected.

The servants at the door let out the way, and after a while, Yrel walked in.

Her face improved a bit, and her emotions seemed to calm down.

Xiaolan touched her face, and thought aggrieved that the palm print on her face might be the reason.

"You should know what price you have to pay," Yrel sounded like announcing Xiaolan's death sentence, "Everything is irreparable, what else do you want to say?"

Xiaolan pressed her cheek.

For a long time, she raised her eyelids blankly and looked at Yrel's nun-like face.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Yrel heard that Xiaolan’s last words were not those meaningless arguments. He was relieved and nodded stiffly, "What do you want to ask?"

Xiaolan sat up and looked at Yrel without fear, "Are you left-handed?"

"what?"

This time it was Yrel's turn to be puzzled.

The servants outside the door also discussed in a low voice.

"Since you don't want to answer, I'll change the question," Xiaolan stood up and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "You wrote those letters, right?"

Yrel's face changed suddenly.

In her vicissitudes of dark brown pupils, confusion, surprise, nervousness, panic, and killing intent were quickly passed.

The servants did not hear what they were saying, and the discussion became louder.

"Shut up!" Yrel suddenly shouted.

Suddenly silent.

Xiaolan and Yrel stared at each other.

Yrel looked at her fiercely. After a few seconds, she turned and left the room in silence. Xiaolan saw the navy blue disappearing to the edge of the stairs with a bang, and the door in front of her was firmly locked. .

She doesn't need Yrel's answer.

Just seeing her appearance, Xiaolan confirmed her inference.

Sandora and the letter she received have a black smudge on them.

After the left-hander finishes writing in the normal word order, the side of the little finger will definitely be stained with some traces of ink, and the spot in the corner of the two letters is exactly where the little finger is pressed when the letter is folded in half.

This was originally just a guess, but with Yrel's horrible expression just now, Xiaolan was convinced that his thoughts were correct.

Xiaolan wanted to directly tell Yrel while the iron was hot, "I know that the things behind it were planned by Lily", but after thinking about it, it seemed that this did not speed up her death except for a short time to pretend to be forced. Other uses.

Next, just wait.

This is not completely closed. There is a half-palm-high gap under the door, through which light spilled in, so that Xiaolan could see everything in the room and hear the comments of the servants guarding outside the door.

She pushed the wooden board leading to the balcony.

When fighting with Moses, the plank was shattered by Moses' tremendous force. Now it has become a three-layer plank. Even if Xiaolan smashed her head, she probably couldn't escape.

She leaned on the board and sat on the ground.

Choose not to end this level, is it really correct?

I put all the bets on that little maid, and all on...that thing, but in case, what I wanted did not appear.

Xiaolan hugged his head.

Reckless, or reckless.

I don’t know if things will turn around.

Mr. Morwen will come back?

Even if Mr. Morwen came back, what would he do when he saw his favorite woman killed his son?

Of course, all this is an afterthought.

Xiaolan smiled sadly.

Actually, she didn't think Yrel would keep her to Mr. Morwen and return to the manor.

Time was flowing little by little, Xiaolan heard the servant outside the door change twice, surrounded by claustrophobia and anxiety.