Half an hour later, Mrs. Zhong had explained everything that should and should not be said.
When Old Mrs. Zhong regained consciousness, she looked at her son who was glaring at her with hatred, and she felt extremely regretful.
How could she tell out all the things hidden in her heart?
"Officer Wang, you heard what Mrs. Zhong said just now. You can arrest her now, right?" Zhang Meng looked at Wang Qingliu who was standing there with an expressionless face.
"Of course she can be arrested. Not only that, but she can be sent to jail just based on these." Wang Qingliu said coldly, and immediately picked up the handcuffs and handcuffed Mrs. Zhong's hands.
Knowing that her situation was hopeless, Old Lady Zhong lowered her head and accepted everything silently. Just as Wang Qingliu was leading her away, Zhang Meng suddenly called out to them, "Wait a minute."
"Mrs. Zhong, where is the baby? Where did you take it?" Zhang Meng asked her coldly.
Old Lady Zhong smiled desperately and said, "You can't find it. I have given it to the Goddess."
"Where is the Goddess? Tell me quickly."
It is against the will of heaven not to get rid of this kind of witch.
Old Lady Zhong looked at Zhang Meng proudly, "You won't be able to find Wan Shenpo. She's very powerful. Even if you are a witch, you are no match for her. One day, she will come back to find you."
Zhang Meng looked at her calmly.
However, Wang Qingliu, who was standing next to her, frowned and pushed her forward forcefully. He called two of his companions to take Old Lady Zhong out first.
He stayed and looked at the silent Zhang Meng, and said, "Do you want me to help you find that Wan Shen Po?"
Zhang Meng looked up at him and shook her head. "No, you can't help me with this."
Wang Qingliu was a little unhappy that she underestimated his ability. He snorted softly and continued to ask in a bad tone, "Let me ask you, Mrs. Zhong just told the story honestly. Did you do anything to her?"
Zhang Meng looked at him innocently, "I don't understand what you are saying."
Seeing that she refused to speak, Wang Qingliu snorted, "Even if you don't say it, I know that this must be your doing."
After saying this, Wang Qingliu turned around and left the yard.
At this time, the villagers staying here had no idea that they came here to watch the fun, but they actually saw such a drama.
At this time, in the Zhong family yard, Zhong Dayong looked at his dilapidated house with a face full of discouragement.
Looking at Zhong Dayong, who had his head bowed low, Zhang Meng felt no sympathy for him. She looked at him coldly and said, "You've done this to yourself, Zhong Dayong. If you hadn't insisted on having a son, your wife might not have died. Now that the bitter fruit has happened, you have to bear it. You can't blame anyone else."
Zhong Dayong held his head and cried, "It's all my fault. I should have listened to you last night. Otherwise, my wife and son wouldn't be gone."
Now his mother has been arrested by the police again, and his wife is dead. From now on, he and his three daughters are the only ones left in the family. How should he live?
At this time, Zhang Meng heard the voice of Zhong's daughter-in-law.
Zhang Meng listened carefully for a while, and slowly realized that the hatred on the face of Zhong's daughter-in-law had disappeared.
Zhang Meng walked up to Zhong Dayong, who was holding his head, and said, "Your wife asked me to tell you that she doesn't blame you and your mother for killing her, but she wants you to treat her and your three daughters well. She also said that if you dare to treat them badly, she will not let you go even if she becomes a ghost."
Zhong Dayong suddenly raised his head and kowtowed vigorously towards Zhang Meng. "Witch Zhang, it was my fault last night. I shouldn't have disbelieved you. I know I was wrong. I beg you to let my wife come back. I will never force her to give birth to a son for me again."
If it weren't for what happened just now, Zhang Meng would really think that this man loved his wife so much.
Unfortunately, it was not what she thought.
"It's too late!" Zhang Meng sighed slowly.
Zhong Dayong seemed not to understand and continued to kowtow desperately, "Please, Witch Zhang, I will do anything you ask me to do, as long as you bring my wife back to life."
"Hey, you don't understand what my sister Xiaomeng said, right? She said it's too late, which means your wife is hopeless. Do you understand?" Xiaobao, who had been suppressed by the third grandmother, finally ran out from under her palm and explained to him on behalf of Zhang Meng like an adult.
Zhong Dayong raised his red forehead and looked at Zhang Meng, "Witch Zhang, is what this child said true? Is it true that my wife can't come back to life?"
"I'm not a god. You should know better than me how your wife died. With her stomach cut open and blood all over the floor, do you think you can save her?"
Zhong Dayong first closed his eyes in despair, then suddenly opened them again and yelled at Zhang Meng, "But you're a fortune teller, aren't you very powerful?"
Zhang Meng rolled her eyes, almost losing her patience. "You already called me a witch, but I'm not a deity. What's wrong? You only realized how important your wife is now, didn't you? It's too late."
Zhong Dayong had no choice but to admit the fact and suddenly burst into tears.
At this time, the three daughters of the Zhong family, who had been hiding behind the house, ran out, hugged Zhong Dayong, and cried for their mother.
When Zhang Meng saw this, she turned her head away. She really couldn't accept such a tragic scene.
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