This is what is written on the sign at the entrance.
"What should we do...what should we do..." Bai Yunqi turned pale with fear.
I had no idea when the person who wrote the letter came.
Am I no longer sharp?
Xiaolan had a gloomy face, staring closely at the bloody words on the four walls.
"Let's go find Luo Jiutian."
The Luo family and his son were right next door to Xiaolan. It was quiet and peaceful late at night. There didn't seem to be any accidents in other rooms, and the doors were all closed.
Xiaolan knocked on the door of the Luo family's father and son's room.
"Who?" Luo Jiutian's alert voice came from inside the door almost at the same time as he knocked on the door.
"I'm Xiaolan, something happened."
"Creak——"
"What happened?" Luo Jiutian was disheveled, and he didn't even have time to put on his slippers. The sleepiness on his face was in sharp contrast with the calmness in his voice.
Xiaolan glanced into the room. Lao Luo was meditating. After hearing her words, he was about to get up and come over.
"Come to my room," Xiaolan said, "They are all in my room."
Xiaolan ducked out of the way, and Luo Jiutian saw Bai Yunqi behind her.
"Why is your kid here too?"
"I..." Bai Yunqi blushed and stammered, unable to say anything.
Luo Jiutian found his slippers and hurried to the next door with his father. His reaction as soon as he entered the door was exactly the same as the two people just now.
"Be a good boy," Luo Jiutian stared at the four walls of the room with wide eyes, "Who wrote this? Did you write it?"
Xiaolan pointed to the outline of a human figure on the bed surrounded by blood letters, "That was me at that time."
Luo Jiutian looked at the word "big" and frowned in disgust, "Why do you, a girl, sleep like this?"
Bai Yunqi burst out laughing.
Xiaolan glared at the two of them, and then said, "I dreamed about the girl who died in the bell tower, and then I was woken up by the bell. When I turned on the light, these words were right here."
"Did you dream about that girl?" Lao Luo asked, "Is that girl really having her heart ripped out?"
"I didn't wake up from that crucial part of the dream, but there were indeed other people in the dream."
"Who is it?" Bai Yunqi asked.
"I didn't see clearly. It might be the murderer, or someone unrelated..." Xiaolan shook her head, "But I can't see clearly, and I can't hear the words clearly."
"That's it..."
"Back to the fog, are you talking about the fog that surrounds this place?" Luo Jiutian asked.
"Have you noticed that there is a sign hanging at the entrance? The words on it are 'Back to the Fog'," Xiaolan said hurriedly, "I tore off the outermost paper of the sign and wrote another one on the bottom layer. "Don't go to the fog", the next layer is still "return to the fog", just like this, layer by layer..."
"I saw that too," Bai Yunqi suddenly realized. "When I saw it, it said 'Don't go into the fog'. I didn't expect there were words below..."
Lao Luo and Xiao Luo looked at each other and shook their heads together.
"The place where we landed was too far from the entrance, so we jumped in directly."
Tsk, barbaric.
"First, the deceased entered Miss Xiaolan's dream, and then there were words of blood in this room," Lao Luo said in a low voice, stroking his chin, "Could it be that the deceased wanted to say something, Miss Xiaolan, don't be afraid, from what happened at the bell tower It seems that the deceased has no ill intentions towards you..."
"She has already strangled Xiao Lan, how can she be malicious?" Bai Yunqi said excitedly, "Does it mean that she has to be killed like Yuxuan to be malicious?"
"Don't be angry, I won't be killed," Xiaolan stopped Bai Yunqi and motioned for Lao Luo to continue.
"So I'm wondering, could this be advice from the dead?"
advice?
Returning to the fog is advice. Could it be that the fog is a safe area?
But the suffocating and sticky feeling of the mist makes people really don’t want to go back.
"Your statement is based on the fact that the deceased had no malicious intent," Bai Yunqi calmed down and analyzed, "What if she had malicious intent? What if she was tricking us into entering the fog so that she could kill us?"
"But there is no fog here, but people still die, right?" Luo Jiutian said unceremoniously.
Xiaolan quickly looked at Bai Yunqi, and he was stunned, with tears glistening in his dark pupils.
Hey, if you don't open the pot, pick it up.
"No matter what, it's impossible for us to enter the fog now. We have to investigate after all, and there are no clues in the fog." Xiaolan quickly changed the subject, "And we don't know the identity of the girl. Although I entered her Dream, but this word may not have been left by her. The words she left and the words left by the murderer have completely different meanings..."
"That makes sense..."
"But this spirit is really special..." Luo Jiutian said, "I have never seen a spirit that feels like this..."
"As for coffins with this kind of smell, I have seen them very similar," Lao Luo recalled. "I was still very young at that time and had just learned to identify the smell of coffins. My father, your grandfather, brought I have seen a special kind of coffin. It was a father and son who died in a fire. A fire took away the father and son. The two of them circled the entrance of the coffin near the fire scene. Some of them were alive. If former friends brought things to express their condolences, they would stray into the coffin. My father and I searched hard for the results in the coffin. We also asked relatives and friends who strayed into the coffin. Finally, we believed that their obsession was related to the mother of the child. , after using this clue to break the tidal circle, we found the husband's wife and the mother of the child. The mother had been away from the father and son for a long time. We were heartbroken when we heard the news. We flew back to the city where the father and son settled that day. I saw with my own eyes that the moment my mother's tears fell to the ground, the two of them finally appeared. They only glanced at their mother who was still healthy and prosperous. Without saying anything, they went to the tomb behind the boundary monument. That special soul Xi also disappeared."
Xiaolan opened her lips slightly and listened to Lao Luo's story with great concentration.
What a touching story.
Mother.
my mother.
"What is the boundary monument?" Bai Yunqi asked.
"The boundary monument is... uh..." Xiaolan tried hard to recall what the Taoist Master said and prepared to repeat it to him.
"Young man, you can understand it this way," Lao Luo said first, "the boundary monument is a place to accommodate people who can't think about it. The existence of the boundary monument allows people to fulfill their last wish in life, at the cost of losing the opportunity of reincarnation and existing in this life forever. ,Do you understand it?"
Bai Yunqi seemed to understand but still nodded obediently.
"Dad, it seems that you still have many stories that you haven't told me," Luo Jiutian hugged Lao Luo's shoulders, "But why are the father and son's Xi and Gao Mingya's Xi similar?"
"Could it be related to wishes?" Bai Yunqi asked, "Will the last wish in life you just mentioned have something to do with it?"
Desire, obsession.
This is not unreasonable.
What exactly is Mingya’s obsession?
