Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 649 Footprints

   Xiaolan stood there and relaxed for a few seconds.

After   , she squatted back, took out the rigor of learning, and carefully compared the two rows of footprints.

   is exactly the same.

   is the degree that the microscope would also agree.

this means…

   "That person's shoes are the same as mine!" Xiaolan chose to escape reality.

  But here, no one appreciates Xiaolan's performance, she can only seriously consider the most likely answer.

  This line of footprints was stepped on by myself.

  So, this coffin was also moved by himself.

  Dug it out by myself.

   Xiaolan helped her forehead helplessly.

  Is this why the villagers want to grab themselves and barbecue?

  I dug other people’s graves and dragged other people’s coffins into the forest.

  But...why do you want to do this?

   Xiaolan sighed, flicked his sleeves, looked down, and realized that the black robe worn by the old man was somewhat similar to this one on his own.

  The same placket, the same hem, and the belts around the waists of the two clothes are all in a unique wave shape.

  Looking at it this way, the old man’s chest seemed to hide something in the placket, which looked bulging.

   "Uncle, I am offended." Xiaolan stretched out his sinful hands and touched the old man's chest.

  A piece of jade pendant.

A peculiar blue-and-white jade pendant is hidden right under the place where the old man’s hands overlap. The jade pendant is irregular in shape, with a word carved on the surface. Xiaolan took it under the light and looked at it. It took him a long time to recognize it. Come out, it is a "Lian" character.

  Lian.

  Fire lotus.

  The handwriting is neat and beautiful, but the nicks are light and shallow. It seems that the sculptor is good at calligraphy but not good at carving.

  Xiaolan turned over on the old man again. There was nothing left. There were no funeral objects in the old man’s coffin, but the thin coffin alone could tell that the old man was buried in a hurry.

   Xiaolan squatted aside, staring at the old man's peaceful face.

  Is he... his father?

   Xiaolan suddenly thought of something.

  She stood up, walked around the wooden house, came to the window, and stretched out the creeping tiger that was in the way.

  She stared at the window glass.

  This time she saw herself reflected in the glass.

  Sure enough.

  Reflected in the glass is the face of the woman who dragged herself into the petals of the stone lotus.

  It was she who let Xiaolan experience her life.

  The "lotus" on the jade pendant...

   Xiaolan suddenly woke up.

  That woman is Fire Lotus!

  I am now Fire Lotus!

  ***

  The more you move forward, the more familiar the scenery around you becomes.

  The fool and Baomu looked at each other, and it seemed that the other side thought the same.

  Go further, and this is where they camped.

  Dai Lili went to their camping place?

  Dai Lili went to find them?

  Shen Fu ran ahead excitedly, he had already rushed to the clearing.

   "It's gone here!" Shen Fuchong waved non-existent hands, "Come here and see, there are traces of camping here. Did she camp here?"

   "Uh... this is actually where we camped." The fool replied.

   "Where did you camp?" Shen Fu blinked, "Where did you and your companions get lost?"

"Correct."

   "Then whose footprint is this?"

   "The footprints must be Dai Lili's," Baomu said, "This shows that she has been here since it started to rain yesterday."

   "Then your partner will not be with her, right?" Shen Fu was shocked.

  It would be okay if it was really like this. How can Dai Lili be an ordinary person, no matter how good he is?

  The fool turned his head and looked at Baomu, "She came here after we fell asleep last night."

  Baomu's feathers are about to stand up, "I remember...she took something away."

"what?"

  "She didn't lose all the supplies we left with her," Baomu said anxiously, "she took it away, a folding knife!"

   "Knife?" The fool felt his stomach churning, "You left her a knife?"

"The Daoist asked me to keep it. It was a very short folding knife, and the blade was not sharp. It could only be used to cut some food and plants blocking the way..." Baomu said, "She...she What are you doing with the knife?"

   Baomu asked knowingly, Shen Fu did not dare to speak, but looked at them anxiously.

  But he doubts whether the knife can attack the dead.

  "This woman..." The fool spit out viciously, then turned to comfort him, "Don't worry, if Xiaolan and the others are really attacked, they will definitely leave some traces."

   "Yes," Shen Fu hurriedly said, "Didn't you find any blood stains?"

   Didn’t find it? His eyes were confirming to them. There is no blood, right?

   "Indeed," Baomu's tight shoulders slackened a bit, "There is no trace, they seem to have disappeared out of thin air."

  Be confident, it just disappears out of thin air.

  The fool patted Baomu on the shoulder.

   "The next question," Shen Fu pointed to the staggering footprints on the ground, "Her footprints are gone here, what's the matter?"

   "If I remember correctly, this is the location of the girls' tent." The fool checked the signs of camping on the ground. "The girls let her in the tent?"

   Baomu thought for a while, "Sister Xiaoyin, it's possible."

   "But there is still Wen Ling in the tent," said the fool, "Do you remember Wen Ling's attitude towards Dai Lili, you two were the same enemy at the time."

   "She could tell at a glance that Dai Lili is a murderer!" Baomu said angrily, "Sure enough, we can always trust Wen Ling."

  Sanyan, yyds!

  Shen Fu could not understand what they were talking about, but he was very happy to hear it.

   "Yeah, we have to have confidence in them," the fool smiled, "and according to your description, that knife can't even cut the tent."

   "Just kidding, I bought the strongest tent. I can't cut it with any knife."

   "So we don't have to worry about Dai Lili hurting them at all," said the fool, "Let's think about how Dai Lili left here."

   "I thought of one," Baomu raised his hand. "She might have disappeared with the girls' tent."

  She stayed with them for a long time.

  The clue was traced to the end, and Shen Fu quietly looked at the two of them, waiting for them to decide on their next action plan.

   "Then..." The fool took a deep breath.

   "Let’s eat first."

   "Eating?" Shen Fu collapsed, "Are you still going to eat? Didn't you eat it not long ago?"

   "Lunch, it's time." The fool opened his backpack.

  Lunch? Should the dead be so particular about it? Isn't it enough to eat a little symbolically a day?

  Shen Fu looked suspiciously at the two people gnawing bread on the side, and thought about it seriously.

  Are they really the same as themselves?

  Should not...

  After hesitating for a long time, he still chose to ask.

   "Are we different?" Shen Fu asked, "Aren't you... Actually only you two are dead, I am alive?"

  (End of this chapter)