Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 62 Hanging

  "Pattern..."

   Xiaolan held her breath, only the sound of water droplets remained in her ears. Amidst the soft and quiet rain, a piercing voice came.

   is like friction, like opening an old wooden door.

   "Squeak...squeak...squeak...squeak..."

  The coldness crawled along the tail vertebrae to the spine, Xiaolan pricked up her ears, and couldn't help shivering.

   "Flower bushes? Are you still there?" Xiaolan hugged her shoulders, raised her head and asked.

   "What are you doing?"

  "Can I go to the front room?" Xiaolan stood up and pointed to the hexagonal rear window. "There seems to be something inside, do you hear any strange noises?"

  "Go if you want to..." There is a kind of mischievous smile hidden behind Huatu's voice.

   "Then will you follow me?"

   "I have not followed you," Hua Cong explained, "You can hear my voice because my eyes follow you, and I can see what each of you did."

  In other words, the flowers are not actually here.

   Xiaolan walked under the eaves of the door, looking at the slender rain in the sky, and the light and shadow swaying in the six-sided window, lost in thought.

   "What's that...?" He started walking outside.

Accompanied by the flower bushes, "You will know if you go in and take a look." Xiaolan plunged into the rain curtain and looked left and right to find the possible right way. The rain was hitting her hair and shoulders, Xiaolan couldn't feel the bone-thinning. It was cold, even if the raindrops hit the body, there was no feeling of dampness and coldness.

  Walking through the snow-white brick wall, the semicircular door that was built appeared, Xiaolan remembered the direction, and walked in and probed in.

   is still the familiar bluestone slab, the familiar dark hut with the big open door.

  The sound of "creaking" came closer, as if it was coming from inside this room.

   Xiaolan gritted his teeth, stepped into the yard, and slowly walked towards the dark doorway.

  The light rain gradually died down, Xiaolan wiped off the water droplets hanging on her face, the sound of the rain fell down, and the weird sound in the room became more and more prominent.

   "Squeak...squeak..."

  There is nothing wrong, the sound comes from the cabin in front of him.

  Go in. Compared with the last house, the decoration here is obviously more detailed and designed. The mahogany floor, table and chair furniture, everything in the house reveals an elegant antique.

  It’s just that, under the dim light, the mahogany furniture that should have been graceful and luxurious, at this time, there is an indescribable weirdness.

  In the center of the room is a wooden screen. The hexagonal rear window must be behind this screen. Also hidden behind the screen, there are mysterious objects shaking in the window.

   "Squeak...squeak..."

  This voice also came from behind the screen.

  Xiaolan leaned closer, and glanced at the top of the tall screen at will.

  Something seems to be moving.

   Xiaolan stared at the screen intently, and a mass of black things was swaying from side to side following the rhythm of the weird sound.

  The black object hangs on the rope, and slowly, the amplitude of the shaking becomes smaller, and slowly, it stops moving.

   Xiaolan took a deep breath, then spit out deeply.

   "Don't want to see it?"

  Hua Cong's voice cooled down, and suddenly rang from her ears, Xiao Lan was startled, and quickly looked around, but there was still no one.

  Flower bushes have been guiding themselves.

   Xiaolan held on to the edge of the screen, leaned halfway around, and focused on everything behind the screen.

  A pair of feet appeared first, moving lightly, Xiaolan's muscles were tightened all over, and his eyes moved upward.

  The weak and pale woman is hanging on the rope. The black object is her thick hair. The woman is back to herself, no movement.

   Strangely, Xiaolan should feel fear, but fear seems to be far away from him.

  "Flowers, this is..."

   "Uh..."

  Suddenly, the woman's throat squeezed out a desperate moan, and with this moan, the woman's static body also began to struggle.

   still alive!

  (End of this chapter)