Chapter 247: The domestic violence man's image collapses, and his wife hangs herself
Meng Fuling kept staring at the willow tree, the white flowers of the willow tree exuding a black aura of death.
This deathly aura is a mixture of the resentment and corpses of the dead, and there is more than one person hanged on this tree.
"Oh, my wife!" A man's crying voice was heard not far away.
A middle-aged man ran over, hugged the hanged woman and started crying.
"Ah Xuan, why are you so depressed? Why did you hang yourself?"
His crying made the surrounding villagers feel very uncomfortable.
"Our village is cursed. Every month someone will be hanged on this willow tree."
"Including Zhang Xuan today, this is already the ninth one."
"What do you think we should do? Master, could it be that this tree has really become a spirit?"
Aunt Wang became increasingly uneasy and asked in a low voice.
"She really didn't commit suicide, she was murdered." Meng Fuling walked to the front of the corpse.
Hearing this, the man's face was clearly a little flustered: "You, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"My wife just couldn't get over it. She had a fight with me last night and then she hanged herself."
"I just didn't want to buy her that 30,000 yuan bag, and she started arguing with me."
"I thought she was angry and went back to her parents' home, but I didn't expect her to hang herself on this willow tree."
[Oh my god, this is so scary. Someone hangs from this big willow tree every month.]
"I think there must be something wrong with this tree. Otherwise, why did so many people die?"
[Hey, I don't think he's lying. This man is crying so hard. His wife died just like that.]
[She'd commit suicide just for a bag. I think the living conditions in this village are pretty ordinary. She's money-worshiping to pay 30,000 yuan for a bag.]
[Not only did he not buy anything for me, he also ran away from home. His death was truly well deserved.]
The fans were still discussing it, but they didn't expect that people in the countryside had more feudal ideas, so they all believed what he said.
"I think what Aunt Wang said is right. Every time they hang themselves from this willow tree, it must be this willow tree that has become a spirit."
"That must be the case!" Even the village chief agreed.
"Otherwise, why would he always hang himself on this willow tree? It has something to do with this tree."
Meng Fuling stared at Wang Changsheng coldly: "I see that your forehead is dark, and your life and death palace is dark and dim."
"A man who abuses his wife must not die a good death. How dare you say you didn't kill her?"
Wang Changsheng was stunned when he heard these sudden words: "You, where are you from? How dare you frame me here!"
"Village chief, did you bring this woman here? My wife is dead, what does she mean by that?"
"Don't tell me you think I killed Axuan? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you to death."
He roared in anger and humiliation, and the village chief and secretary were also very angry at this moment.
"That's right, you charlatan are talking nonsense. The Changsheng in our village loves his wife the most."
"I usually buy my wife clothes worth thousands of dollars, and I don't even blink an eye."
"You say he abuses his wife without knowing anything. Get out of our village right now!"
The villagers instantly became furious and began to yell at Meng Fuling: "Get out of our village now."
"What are you doing?" Aunt Wang tried to dissuade them anxiously, "Master is not a charlatan."
Faced with the unreasonable expulsion of these villagers, Meng Fuling walked directly to the corpse.
He directly pulled open Wang Xuan's white down jacket, and she was actually wearing a thin nightgown underneath.
The moment her clothes were pulled open, various scars on her arms and shoulders could be clearly seen.
Some of these scars were from whipping, and there were several new and old scars on his wrists from cigarette burns.
This was obviously the result of long-term torture, and everyone shut up when they saw this scene.
He opened his eyes wide in shock: "Why are there so many scars?"
"Which beast did this?" The village chief and the secretary were both in disbelief.
If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that Wang Xuan, who had a gentle personality in the past, had so many wounds on his body.
"This, this was not done by me!" Wang Changsheng, who had been arrogant just now, was now panicked.
Meng Fuling looked at the wounds and told him everything he had done.
"You whipped her with a cattle whip, and you whip her with it whenever you're drunk."
"These are cigarette burns. If she dares to resist, you will burn her all over her body."
"As for the scars on her wrists, they were from her several failed attempts to commit suicide by cutting her wrists, but she luckily survived."
A person's mouth may tell lies, but the wounds on the body cannot.
[Fuck, there are so many wounds on this body. This woman must have died tragically, didn't she?]
[This man is simply a beast. He even dared to say that he hanged himself because he was depressed.]
[As expected, loving your wife is a lie. He did things behind her back that were worse than beasts, and drove her to the point of hanging herself.]
[From my perspective, it wasn't suicide. It's possible he killed her, but it didn't result in suicide.]
[I take back what I just said. This domestic violence man should be taken out and shot. Why is he still pretending to be affectionate? Call the police immediately.]
Fans excitedly shouted in the live broadcast room, and some even called the police.
"Wang Changsheng!" The secretary was furious at this moment: "Well, normally we thought you were so good to your wife."
"So you were just pretending, and that's how you abused Xiaoxuan behind her back."
"Now that he's dead, you can just go to jail!" He said, and was about to lead the villagers: "Catch him and take him to the police station."
Wang Changsheng stopped pretending and shouted in defense, "I did hit her, but I didn't kill her."
"I drank too much last night, so I beat her up and then fell asleep."
"As soon as I woke up in the morning, someone came to tell me that my wife had died."
"I was drunk, how could I possibly kill someone? And you can see for yourself that she died by hanging."
Wang Changsheng cried and begged for mercy: "Besides, isn't there surveillance in the village? You can check it out and find out."
When the village chief heard this, he looked up at the electric pole next to the big willow tree. It was the surveillance equipment that had just been installed in their village a few days ago.
Now, in order to prove his innocence, he said there was no murder and asked to see the surveillance video of last night.
Murder is such a serious crime, and nine people have already died in their village.
This matter really needs to be thoroughly investigated. The village chief thought for a while and said, "Okay, then check the surveillance."
Soon, a group of people came to the village chief's office.
The surveillance video from the neighborhood last night was turned on, and everyone stared at the screen.
At around 12:10 last night, Wang Xuan appeared wearing a white down jacket.
She was crying as she ran, and it looked like she had run away after being abused at home.
No one else appeared behind him, and Wang Changsheng showed no signs of chasing him.
Wang Xuan squatted beside the willow tree and cried for a while. Probably when he had cried enough, he stood up and wanted to go home.
At this moment, she suddenly stopped and stood there looking at the opposite side, not knowing what she saw.
Then she seemed to be talking to the air, which seemed more like talking to herself.
"Who is she talking to?" The village chief felt a chill on his back when he saw this.
Meng Fuling looked at the screen with a cold gaze. After Wang Xuan spoke for a while, his face turned pale and his expression was dull.
She turned around and left the surveillance camera, and after a while she was seen coming back with a bundle of ropes.
She threw the rope onto the willow branches and then strangled herself with it.
The next second, the rope tightened instantly, pulling her into the air.
Wang Xuan struggled hard and kicked with her legs, but soon she lost her breath and lay motionless.
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