Chapter 96 Your wife has been dead for a year

"You are a ghost! Where is my wife? Where is my wife?"

Tu Xuechuan pointed at Yuan Jialing and howled with red eyes.

"Honey, I'm right here, where are you going?"

Yuan Jialing approached him with a cold expression.

Tu Xuechuan backed away in fear, all the way to the door.

Looking at the woman who was getting closer, his eyes widened in horror. Just as the woman's hand was about to fall on him, he opened the door and ran out quickly.

He didn't dare take the elevator and kept running downstairs.

The sound of high heels tapping on the ground behind me was like a death warrant.

Many people are asleep at this time, the corridor is very quiet, and there are not many people downstairs in the community.

Tu Xuechuan became more and more panicked as he looked at the dark community. He thought of Uncle Zhao's black dog, so he ran towards the security booth.

Uncle Zhao was watching videos in the security booth when he was suddenly caught by Tu Xuechuan. He was startled and said, "Teacher Tu, you scared me to death. What are you doing looking for me so late at night?"

Uncle Zhao's black dog also barked at Tu Xuechuan twice.

When Tu Xuechuan saw the black dog, he hugged it with tears in his eyes and finally felt safe.

The black dog glanced at him and turned away in disgust.

You ignored me at first, but now you can't afford me.

Tu Xuechuan didn't care about these things. He had something more worrying. He hurriedly said to Uncle Zhao, "My wife is missing. Uncle Zhao, do you know where my wife went? Can you lend me your phone so I can call the police?"

He was about to explain that his wife was a ghost in disguise, but he met Uncle Zhao's complicated gaze.

Uncle Zhao's old voice rang in his ears, "Teacher Tu, have you forgotten? Your wife has been dead for a year."

Tu Xuechuan sat on the ground in a daze, his whole body feeling as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He was enveloped in infinite panic, and something even more terrifying than encountering a ghost happened.

In a trance, many images flashed through Tu Xuechuan's mind.

The blood spreading on the floor, the sirens of the ambulance, the flatbed hurriedly pushed through the hospital corridor, the pale, cold face of his wife on the bed...

He remembered.

His wife had died long ago.

When his wife was eight months pregnant, she still cooked for him every day.

That day she asked him to mop the floor, but he rarely did housework, so the floor was wet after mopping, and he did it carelessly. However, when his wife was putting vegetables into the refrigerator, she accidentally slipped and fell, resulting in a miscarriage.

He took her to the hospital, and when she was induced to give birth, she developed amniotic fluid embolism.

The incidence of amniotic fluid embolism is low, but the mortality rate is high.

Just like that, he waited outside the hospital all night, and what was finally pushed out was his wife's cold body.

The doctor told him with regret that neither the mother nor the child could be saved.

He completed his wife's funeral in a daze, constantly blaming himself.

If he had been more considerate and caring towards his wife during her pregnancy, and had not let her do so much housework, and if he had been more serious and responsible when mopping the floor, perhaps the tragedy would not have happened.

His wife and child would be there. It was his fault, he was a manslaughterer, he had killed his wife and unborn child.

Later, he unknowingly forgot all this, and every night, his wife appeared beside him again, sleeping with him in the same bed. He forgot the painful memories and indulged in the illusion woven by the ghost.

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Good night~

(End of this chapter)