"Mr. Shen?" The fool raised his voice, "Is that you?"
There was a crackling sound at the other end of the bone mountain, and after a while, Mr. Shen's horrified voice came.
"Where are you?!"
Baomu hurried to the vicinity of Bone Mountain and explained the current situation to Mr. Shen.
Qin Yin and Wen Ling cast doubtful looks at the fool. The fool raised his hand and said, "Don't be afraid, Mr. Shen is just a dead man."
There are more question marks above the two of them.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Are you kidding..." The fool put away the silly smile on his face and said seriously, "Ms. Shen is a dead man. By the way, he was the one who was killed by that couple. Didn't you see it, Wen Ling?... …”
The confused expression on Wen Ling's face stayed for a few seconds, and soon changed to a look of realization, "The murderer!..."
"Yes, that woman is a female star, and they were the ones who killed Mr. Shen." The fool cast a disdainful look at Qin Yin, "Mr. Shen is a pianist, and his hands were covered by those two Individuals were cut off and the blood was drained afterwards. They are really good or bad, Xiaoyin, don’t you think so?"
Qin Yin's cheeks turned red, and then she cursed, "Bah, what a rotten person, I still believe her."
"Don't blame yourself, everyone sometimes judges others by their appearance."
"I...I don't judge people by their appearance," Qin Yin turned away angrily, "Among us, Xiaolan is the only one who judges people by their appearance. I was purely deceived by her acting skills. Didn't you say she was an actor?... …”
Sure enough, it would be best to bring someone who was not at the scene to support them. Idiot and Wenling wanted to refute, but then they thought about what Qin Yin said and it seemed that he was right, so they accepted the defense with a smile.
"But fortunately, they are all dead, which is considered retribution." Qin Yin moved to Baomu and said loudly.
Mr. Shen over there suddenly became quiet.
"Are they all dead? Is that woman dead too?" The fool narrowed his eyes, "Have you seen her body?"
Wen Ling raised his hands high and said, "Fire!"
Qin Yin nodded and explained, "She found our tent that night and took a knife. It was quite scary, but she spontaneously combusted outside our tent."
"Huh?" This happened completely beyond the expectations of Fool and Baomu.
Mr. Shen on the other side of Bone Mountain seemed to be moving, and he must have been listening.
"Nursery rhymes..." Wen Ling reminded.
"Yes, she recited that nursery rhyme before she spontaneously combusted," Qin Yin continued, "It was the one that returned home again, the one recited by the child at the foot of the mountain."
This time it was Fool and Baomu's turn to look confused.
"It's true," Qin Yin and Wen Ling nodded together, "She appeared suddenly and shocked Xiaolan."
"Is Xiaolan also with you?"
"ah……"
Qin Yin told Xiaolan's story again, and the relaxed smiles on the four people's faces disappeared.
"So Xiaolan is also missing." Baomu lowered his head.
Qin Yin sighed, "We originally thought we could find Xiaolan here, but we didn't see her even when we got here. I even found you."
"I understand," the fool pointed the flashlight at Gushan, "Mr. Shen, can you see what's going on over there in the cave?"
After a while, Mr. Shen said slowly, "It seems... there seems to be a door."
***
The iron door behind him slowly closed and hit Xiaolan's back. Xiaolan was startled and finally came to her senses.
Xiaolan looked at the boy's body, at her trembling fingers, and at the shoes that the boy had struggled to take off.
He killed him himself.
No, it's the fire lotus.
Xiaolan confirmed that there was no scene of strangling the boy in her memory. The extreme situation made her thinking speed up, and Xiaolan quickly found the answer.
The boy's death should be something that really happened.
He is using Huolian's identity to experience her experience, and he and Huolian will make many different choices, but in fact, he cannot influence the known outcome.
So, even if he didn't do anything, the boy still died.
In the once real world, he was killed by Fire Lotus.
Xiaolan felt sad when she thought of the boy hiding in the crematorium with her and laughing.
In reality, the boy and Huolian definitely never had such friendly exchanges.
But... what did they say then?
What did the boy say that made Huolian kill him?
Xiaolan sighed and exited the crematorium with self-reproach. The village seemed to still be filled with women's calls. Xiaolan gritted her teeth and closed the iron door.
When I find the answer, I will come and bury you with my own hands.
Xiaolan turned around and left the corpse crematorium, hiding in the bushes nearby, observing the road outside the ancestral hall, and thinking.
Based on the current situation, I know that what Huolian stole was the prophet's body, and Huolian is the prophet's wife. The prophet and Huolian should be of the same age, but he has grown older since he left the big altar.
It seems that the key to the problem is why the prophet entered the high altar and why he grew old.
Where can I find the answer?
Xiaolan thought of the book under the sacrifice table in the ancestral hall.
Is there really only one book?
The person who wrote the book should know all this, right?
Xiaolan hesitated for a while.
If he wanted to know the answer, he would have to go to the village to find someone to find out the truth, but once he showed up, he would probably face the fate of being roasted again.
The conclusion was unexpected, but a burst of conversation sounded from far away from one end of the road and came closer. Xiaolan quickly retreated into the bushes and peeked through the dense branches and leaves.
The speakers were a man and a woman, and the woman's voice had a cry in it. Xiaolan immediately recognized the hoarse voice as Er Mao's mother.
Xiaolan turned her head and looked at the crematorium behind her, slightly lowering her eyebrows.
"My Ermao... from last night... until..." The woman's voice gradually became clearer. It was indeed Ermao's business. Otherwise, what else could happen? He was her child.
"Don't worry...I'm sure..." The man's voice was relatively low and his tone was very calm.
The two figures appeared, with gloomy expressions on their faces. The woman's face was full of tears, and the man's eyebrows were almost bunched together.
"Don't worry, I'll let everyone look for it in the afternoon." The man hurriedly said to the woman.
"Thank you so much..." the woman wiped away the tears that welled up and said with a choked voice, "I really can't help it. Although Er Mao is naughty, he has never disappeared for so long. Village Chief, I am really scared.
…”
village head?
Xiaolan opened her eyes wide and raised her ears.
The man was about forty or fifty years old. He must be older than Huolian. He should know a lot of things.
Maybe... there will be something in his home.
The two people soon passed by on the road ahead. Xiaolan listened to the conversation and gradually faded away. After confirming that there was no one else around, she got out of the bushes, looked at the two people in the distance, and followed them.