Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 185 Hands

  The ruthless man at the door looked at the sneaky figure that suddenly appeared in the corner of the community, and narrowed his eyes.

   is that person.

  The whip in Jasmine's hand was already slightly hot, but the detection scraps were successfully scattered, but at this speed, I don't know when to cover the entire community.

When    was struggling to concentrate on the spiritual tide, the crumbled Xiaolan appeared in his sight.

   Looking back three steps at a time, he was still pulling something in his hand, and he couldn't see clearly, pulling and pulling, like walking a dog.

  What kind of dementia?

  There is no need to pretend to be a fool even if you are trying to confuse yourself.

  It's really not pleasing to her.

  Those who want to hit others, people always want to hit them.

  When Xiaolan was itchy by the shadow, thinking about how to beat him up at the moment he possessed the entity, Jasmine also secretly wanted to wait until the whip was free, and Xiaolan must be convinced.

   "Why do you stay at that drunk man's house?"

   "Because I want to find my things, only by following them, I can go to their house."

   "I know there may be something from you."

   Xiaolan pulled the rope, and had to dodge all the way to avoid the floating shadow on the other end of the rope from scraping onto the branches. The No. 11 building where the new house of Xiao Liu and his wife is located is in front, and Dao Chang and Bao Mu may be there.

   Xiaolan pulled his human-shaped balloon upstairs, and the door of 502 was indeed open.

   "This is it," Xiaolan opened the door and said to the shadow, "Here is your dog."

   "What dog, I don't have a dog."

   "It might be some other animal," Xiaolan waved indifferently, "I scratched people's water pipes and floors."

   "I have never had a pet." The figure wondered.

   Xiaolan ignored his words, stood at the door and called to the chief.

no respond.

  Isn’t the Chief Dao here here?

   Before Xiaolan thought about the whereabouts of the long debut, there was a strange "da da" sound in the room.

  Very clear sound.

   Xiaolan was okay, but the excitement from the end of the rope became more apparent.

   "Hey, it's your pet."

   "That's not my dog," the shadow said excitedly, "that's my hand!"

  The sound of "Da Da" gradually approached, and I saw a white thing slipping out of the open bedroom door, like a white light, quickly approaching me.

   Xiaolan instantly understood who the scratches on the floor and water pipe came from.

   crawling on the ground.

   turned out to be a hand!

  Pale hand with well-defined veins, the palm supporting the forearm, crawling fast.

  The hand jumped up, and the moment it touched the shadow, it disappeared in place as if absorbed. At the same time, the empty sleeve on the right side of the shadow finally became full.

   "The other one, where is the other one?"

  Shadow showed a sickly excited expression.

  Xiaolan squinted at him, “If you don’t ask clearly, you ate it. Of course, only your right hand knows where your left hand is.”

   "I ask my right hand."

   "Oh, you still have this ability." Xiaolan said contemptuously.

  But the shadow's communication seemed to be successful, and his right arm stood up in a daze, pointing straight to another corner of the living room.

  The TV, TV cabinet, TV wall, including the bedroom are all in that direction.

   Xiaolan dragged the shadow balloon to look around, but found nothing.

   "That really meant your right hand just now?"

  Xiaolan began to suspect that it was just a shadow illusion. After all, when playing the pen fairy game, the movement of the ballpoint pen was only due to the player's reflex action.

  Shame was anxious and ashamed, and began to yell at his right hand.

   "Where is my left hand, you are!..."

   "Come on, it can't speak, what can't you do for it?"

   Xiaolan turned around as he spoke, and the partition separating the living room and the balcony circled a corner. After the line of sight passed the partition, the refrigerator placed by the balcony attracted Xiaolan's line of sight.

  This refrigerator is indeed on the extension line of the direction pointed by the shadow's right hand.

   Is it?

   Xiaolan didn't know whether the frozen hand shadow could digest.

  Walking to the side of the refrigerator, the shadow was as silent as himself.

  Neither of them really want to face this reality.

  Open the upper layer to keep fresh, only some dried vegetables and neatly stacked eggs.

  That is to refrigerate...

  Open the first frame, the ice cream of various brands and flavors is frozen hard.

  The second grid, quick-frozen dumplings and quick-frozen noodles.

  The third grid.

  Xiaolan opened the freezer box, and inside it was a large box of indistinct frozen meat, red, red, white and white.

  No wow.

   Xiaolan lay down on the ground, wondering if he was hiding under the refrigerator?

  After the third compartment of the freezer was pushed back, there was a sound of cracking ice from the refrigerator.

   Xiaolan got up from the ground and opened the third square again.

   There was a commotion in the depths of the refrigerated box, and the ice formed on the surface of the meat mass broke into a box.

   "Crack, click, click!"

  Between minced meat and crushed ice, a finger appeared.

  Xiaolan worked very well and quickly shortened the length of the rope to make it easier for her left hand to reach.

  Shadow's left hand carried the smell of raw meat and ice cubes that hadn't melted, and a big jump came up.

  The shadow catches it.

  The left hand finally appeared.

  Shadow looked at her long-lost hands, "Like this, find all my things."

  "Then you list what you are missing."

"Uh."

   "I can't count on you," Xiaolan cast a white shadow, "Go, let's go to the smelly next door first."

  Although the Taoist Chief is not opposite, Baomu is in this foul-smelling room.

  Baomu, who is most sensitive to taste, is already half dead at this time.

   Seeing Xiaolan's figure, Baomu only made a gesture of pointing inward and rushed out to take a breath.

  Sure enough, he was in the bedroom that he felt suspicious.

   Before leaving, Baomu pointed to the head of the double bed.

  Could this be the source?

   "I said, can you not sense your body at this distance?" Xiaolan asked Xiang Ying helplessly.

  Shadow is intently sniffing the smell in the room, with a strange expression.

  "As long as I find my heart first, that's it. After I have the heart, I can feel the position of the rest of the body."

  "Then can you smell the smell here?" Xiaolan asked.

   "Uh... I can smell..."

  "Familiar?" Xiaolan asked, "Have you heard this smell?"

   "Uh... just..."

  The shadow suddenly twitched, very strange.

"What is it?"

   "This smell, it seems that I forgot to change my socks in the summer, and I can smell it when I go home after running outside for a day."

   Xiaolan was stunned for a few seconds.

  Smelly socks! I just said it was smelly socks, right!

  Wait, but does this shadow even have to collect smelly socks?

   Xiaolan clutched his nose and turned over the pillow quilt at the head of the bed, even the mattress.

nothing.

  Smelly socks are hidden tightly.

   Xiaolan searched for nothing, and was rethinking the smelly answer, but something under the bed moved restlessly.

  (End of this chapter)