Xiaolan stood there and calmed down for a few seconds.
After that, she squatted back, showed her academic rigor, and carefully compared the two rows of footprints.
It's exactly the same.
It’s a level that even a microscope would agree with.
This shows...
"That person's shoes are the same as mine!" Xiaolan chose to escape reality.
But here, no one appreciated Xiaolan's performance, so she could only seriously consider the most likely answer.
This line of footprints was made by myself.
So, this coffin was also moved here by myself.
I dug it out myself.
Xiaolan helplessly held her forehead.
Is this why the villagers are arresting themselves for barbecue?
He dug other people's graves and dragged their coffins into the forest.
But...why would I do this?
Xiaolan sighed, shook her sleeves, looked down, and was surprised to find that the black robe the old man was wearing was somewhat similar to the one she was wearing.
The same placket, the same hem, and the belts tied around the waists of the two pieces of clothing have a unique wavy shape.
Looking at it this way, it seems that there is something hidden in the placket of the old man's chest, which looks bulging.
"Uncle, I'm offended." Xiaolan stretched out her sinful hands and touched the old man's chest.
A jade pendant.
A strange-looking blue-white jade pendant was hidden just below the overlap of the old man's hands. The shape of the jade pendant was irregular, with a word lightly engraved on the surface. Xiaolan held it up to the light and looked at it. After identifying it for a long time, he finally recognized it.
Come out, it is the word "Lotus".
lotus.
Fire lotus.
The handwriting is neat and beautiful, but the carvings are light and shallow. It seems that the person who carved it is good at calligraphy, but not good at carving.
Xiaolan rummaged around the old man's body again, but there was nothing else. There were no burial objects in the old man's coffin, but just by looking at the thin coffin, it could be seen that the old man was buried in a hurry.
Xiaolan squatted aside and stared closely at the old man's peaceful face.
Could he... be his father?
Xiaolan suddenly thought of something.
She stood up, walked around the wooden house, came to the window, and stretched out her hand to push away the ivy that was in the way.
She stared at the windowpane.
This time she was looking at herself reflected in the glass.
really.
What is reflected in the glass is the face of the woman who dragged herself into the petals of the stone lotus.
It was she who made Xiaolan experience her life.
The "lotus" on the jade pendant...
Xiaolan suddenly woke up.
That woman is Huolian!
Now, I am Fire Lotus!
***
The further you go, the more familiar the scenery around you becomes.
Fool and Baomu looked at each other, and it seemed that the other party thought so too.
Going further, they will find their camping spot.
Dai Lili went to their camping place?
Dai Lili went to find them?
Shen Fu ran excitedly at the front, and he had already rushed to the open space.
"It's gone here!" Shen Fu waved his non-existent hand at the two of them, "Come and take a look, there are still traces of camping here. Did she camp here?"
"Uh...this is actually where we camp." The fool replied.
"Where are you camping?" Mr. Shen blinked, "Is this the place where you and your companions got lost?"
"right."
"Then whose footprints are these?"
"The footprints must belong to Dai Lili," Baomu said, "This means that she came here after it started to rain yesterday."
"Then your partner shouldn't be at her place, right?" Mr. Shen was shocked.
It would be okay if that were the case. No matter how powerful an ordinary person Dai Lili is, what else can he do?
The idiot turned his head and looked at Baomu, "She came here after we fell asleep last night."
Baomu's hair almost stood up, "I remembered...she took something away."
"What?"
"She didn't throw away all the supplies we left for her," Baomu said angrily, "She took something with her, a folding knife!"
"Knife?" The fool felt his stomach churning, "Did you leave a knife for her?"
"What the Taoist Master asked me to keep is a very short folding knife, and the blade is not sharp. It can only be used to cut some food and plants blocking the road..." Baomu said, "She... …What is she doing with the knife?”
Baomu asked knowingly, but Mr. Shen did not dare to speak and only looked at them anxiously.
However, he had doubts about whether the knife could attack the dead.
"This woman..." The fool cursed viciously, then turned to comfort him, "Don't worry, if Xiaolan and the others are really attacked, there will definitely be some traces left."
"That's right," Mr. Shen quickly added, "Didn't you find any blood stains or something?"
Didn't you notice? His eyes were confirming to them that there was no blood, right?
"Indeed," Baomu's tense shoulders relaxed a little, "There is no trace, they just disappeared out of thin air."
Be confident, it will disappear into thin air.
The fool patted Baomu on the shoulder.
"Then the next question," Mr. Shen pointed to the stumbling footprints on the ground, "her footprints disappeared here, what happened?"
"If I remember correctly, this is the location of the girls' tent," the fool inspected the camping marks on the ground, "Did the girls let her into the tent?"
Baomu thought for a while, "Sister Xiaoyin, it's possible."
"But there is Wen Ling in the tent," the fool said. "Do you still remember Wen Ling's attitude towards Dai Lili? You two had the same hatred at the time."
"She could tell at a glance that Dai Lili was a murderer!" Baomu said angrily, "Sure enough, we can always trust Wen Ling."
Sanyan, yyds!
Although Mr. Shen didn't understand what they were saying, he was very happy to hear it.
"That's right, we have to have confidence in them," the fool smiled, "and according to your description, that knife can't even cut open the tent."
"I'm kidding, I bought the strongest tent. No knife can cut it open."
"So we don't have to worry about Dai Lili hurting them at all," the fool said. "Let's think about how Dai Lili left here."
"I thought of one," Baomu raised his hand, "She might have disappeared with the girls' tents."
She stayed with them for a long time.
The trail of clues came to an end, and Shen Fu looked at the two of them quietly, waiting for them to make up their minds and determine their next action plan.
"Then..." The fool took a deep breath.
"Let's eat first."
"Eat?" Mr. Shen collapsed, "Do you still want to eat? Didn't you eat not long ago?"
"Let's have lunch, it's time." The fool opened his backpack.
Lunch? Do even dead people have to be so particular about it? Isn’t it just a symbolic amount of food a day?
Mr. Shen looked suspiciously at the two people munching bread on the side and began to think seriously.
Are they really the same as themselves?
Could it be...
After hesitating for a long time, he decided to ask.
"Are we different?" Mr. Shen asked, "Is it...actually, only you two are dead, and I am alive?"