Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 668 Roof Door

  Ermao’s mother cried and followed the man, and entered a spacious yard. The house in the yard was a brick house rarely seen in the village. The brick house was decent and tidy, which was regarded as a status symbol.

   Xiaolan hid far behind a low slope, did not venture to approach the small courtyard, the sound of opening and closing the door, the two figures and voices disappeared.

  It didn't take long for them to walk out, and there was a woman behind. The woman dried her hands on the apron, and hurriedly followed them out of the yard.

  If he guessed right, this person should be the wife of the village chief.

  So... Is there anyone else in the village chief’s house?

   Xiaolan waited quietly behind the hillside for a while.

  The cry of looking for Ermao floated in the village again. Xiaolan saw several groups of villagers walking into the mountain along different mountain roads. It seemed that their search range had expanded to the forest.

  Er Mao’s name echoed in the mountains, and slowly moved away. As the call became dim, the village became quiet.

   Xiaolan waited on the spot for half an hour, but no one passed by on the dirt road in front of her.

   Is it safe?

  She picked up a stone and threw it to the middle of the road.

  Well, there is no ambush (what am I expecting?).

  Xiaolan took a deep breath.

   She still understands the truth of slamming, declining, and exhausting.

   Xiaolan grabbed the corner of the skirt tightly, taking advantage of the almost stagnant time, ran down the hillside quickly and rushed straight into the open courtyard door of the village chief’s house.

  The door of the room was also concealed. Xiaolan quietly opened it and walked in quietly. She wanted to close the door quietly, but was startled by the huge rubbing sound of the door frame.

  At the same time, a loud bang came from the house.

   Xiaolan was so scared that he froze in place, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

after awhile.

   "Mom?" A boy's voice sounded from the room, "Are you back?"

   Xiaolan held his breath and said nothing.

   "I...I'm studying." The boy in the room squatted and shouted.

   Lying.

  But Xiaolan considered that his situation was still worse, so he didn't go in and pierce him.

   Xiaolan cleared her throat with a guilty conscience, and deliberately lowered her voice, "Okay, learn."

  Her hand is still on the doorknob, ready to escape at all times.

  But the boy did not speak any more.

  He didn't seem to realize that the man outside the door was not his mother.

   Xiaolan pursed her lips, tentatively released the doorknob, and walked into the living room on her toes.

  The living room is well lit and there are several pots of plants everywhere. Xiaolan carefully searched around and confirmed that there was no place for books, so she walked to the half-open door and looked into the door.

  Behind the door is an integrated corridor and kitchen. There are two closed doors in the corridor, which should be the bedroom.

   Xiaolan did not intentionally hide her footsteps, she calmly stepped on the clean floor and walked to the first door.

   Stop by the door.

   Xiaolan leaned over, put her ear close to the wooden door, and listened quietly.

  In the door, there seems to be no movement.

  Is this room an adult’s room?

  In order to confirm, Xiaolan walked to the second door again, and she was equally tempted to sound.

   is also quiet.

  Weird, why is there no sound?

   "Huh? Why is there no sound?"

  Have you said the idea yourself?

  Wrong!

  This sentence came from the door.

   Xiaolan almost laughed.

  The boy in the room should be like himself, lying by the door listening to the movement in the corridor.

  What the **** is this kid doing?

   But this matter has nothing to do with Xiaolan, even if he is building missiles, it has nothing to do with him. Xiaolan left the boy's room with confidence and returned to the first door.

  The door is locked.

but……

   Xiaolan's magic hand twisted and the door lock opened.

   is still easy to use passive skills.

   Xiaolan quickly entered the bedroom, turned around and locked the door firmly.

This bedroom is not small. In addition to a large bed equipped with a summer mat and a mosquito net, there are also two sets of double-door mahogany wardrobes standing on the wall. The sun shines in from the window. Through this window, you can see a corner of the ancestral hall. .

  The breeze moved the navy blue curtains by the window, Xiaolan looked around in the bedroom and walked to the bed first.

  There were two books on the bed, but the book was not what she was looking for. Xiaolan rummaged under the quilt, under the pillow, or even under the mattress, all without success.

  Open the closet.

  Although the wardrobe is large, there are not many clothes in it. Xiaolan quickly finished searching.

  After a while, Xiaolan frowned and sat on the rocking chair by the window, her arms propped on her knees, and she sighed in distress.

  She found all the places she could find.

  Although I only sneaked in with the attitude of trying it out, I still couldn't accept this ending.

  There should definitely be something here.

  Even if there is no book about the life of the prophet, as the village head, he should at least have some materials related to the history of the village.

  Otherwise, why should he be the village chief? I can do it.

  Indignant Xiaolan scanned the furnishings in the room over and over again.

  Her eyes focused on the corner next to the closet.

  Broom, shovel, mop... This should be a place to store tools.

but……

   Xiaolan straightened his upper body, leaning her shoulders and looking to the side of the wardrobe.

  Why is there a ladder here?

  At least other tools can be understood by themselves, but why would anyone put a ladder in the bedroom? Even if the space in other rooms is limited, things like ladders that don't take up much space needn't be placed in the sleeping place, right?

   Xiaolan raised her head and looked towards the roof.

  The strong sun in the afternoon reflects the snow-white color of the roof. On this snow-white layer, a circle of clear square outlines reveals traces.

   Xiaolan quickly stood up and ran over quickly.

  The small door on the roof opened right above the center of the bed and wardrobe, just enough to put down a ladder, Xiaolan climbed up quickly and stretched his arms.

   just... it's a little bit short.

  The height of this ladder should be prepared for the adult man of the village chief. For Xiaolan, it was not enough. Xiaolan could only stand carefully on the top step and barely pushed open the roof door.

  The space on the roof is dark and empty, but there is no dust at all. At first glance, it is often cleaned.

  Go up by yourself.

   Xiaolan tightly grasped the edge of the roof and jumped vigorously with the help of her feet.

   went up.

   There was a crackling sound from under the feet.

  The ladder was also knocked down by himself, and fell on the closet, making a loud noise.

   "Mom? What's wrong with you?" the boy next door shouted.

   Xiaolan finally managed to get into the roof space, and the boy's shout also came to the corridor.

"mother?"

   Xiaolan slipped into the roof, and at this moment, the bedroom door was also knocked.

   "Mom is looking for something," Xiaolan quickly stabilized his breathing and shouted, "Go back and learn your studies!"

  I really grasp the essence of mother-child communication.

  Sure enough, after hearing these words, the boy returned to the bedroom disappointedly, and said nothing.

  (End of this chapter)