Dumb Widow 5
At night, Chen Wanyue collected the unembroidered handkerchief and put it in a hidden place.
At this time, she was preparing to go to the place where Madam Li was pushed down.
The moon was obscured by clouds tonight, and there was no light anywhere around the house, so Chen Wanyue could only pick up the oil lamp and go forward in the dark.
On the way, she felt confused. Although it was night when Madam Li was hit, she could still see people clearly. But why was it so dark in the same place at this moment?
If you say it's because of the moonlight, but this is next to a hillside, which can just block the light. Maybe I chose the wrong time? Chen Wanyue looked at the oil lamp shaking in her hand.
She groped a few more steps and found the stone. She reached out and touched it. It wasn't very sharp, so she shouldn't faint, right?
While groping, I found the oil lamp close to the stone, and there was no blood on it. Perhaps Mrs. Zhu cleaned it up.
This idea was quickly rejected by Shen Wanyue.
Something is wrong.
In the dim yellow light, the weeds and gravel on the lawn were dotted with crimson.
Very rarely, if Chen Wanyue hadn’t been attentive and had good eyesight, she might not have noticed it.
This is most likely the key.
She felt no ripples in her heart.
The darkness, the bloodstains, and the cries of owls all around aroused Shen Wanyue's most primitive excitement.
Chen Wanyue was different from other children since she was young. While others were obsessed with fighting monsters and playing house, she already had a strong interest in corpses.
During the holidays between primary school and junior high school, she wandered around slaughterhouses and was particularly interested in horror movies. Fortunately, her family discovered this early, so they sent her to learn embroidery as a hobby and a way to divert her attention.
I just didn't expect her to make it a career.
As time went by, the moon appeared, but it still couldn't illuminate this place.
That's strange, why is Mrs. Zhu's face so clear in Li's memory? People's subconscious mind automatically processes memories - could this be the reason?
As Shen Wanyue checked, she found bloodstains two meters away.
Did Mrs. Zhu stay to check on Madam Li?
Or was there anyone else here?
Or am I just overthinking it? Maybe it was left by other injured animals?
All these questions were soon answered.
Chen Wanyue remembered that she could use familiar scenes to stimulate Li Niangzi's body memory. So she returned to the stone just now, stood where Li Niangzi stood in her memory, and imagined that it was Zhu Sao in front of her.
Gradually, Mrs. Zhu's face became clearer and clearer.
"I've given you too much face, haven't I? I'm discussing this with you only because the idiot is dead, otherwise I and others would have gone to your house on the day of the idiot's funeral! Now you're putting on airs!" Then she stepped forward and pushed "Madam Li" to the ground.
Chen Wanyue turned sideways towards where Li Niangzi was hiding. She just wanted to fall to the side by feeling. But her feet were caught by the weeds under her feet, and she fell towards the stone without paying attention.
not good!
But now it's too late.
When she thought that "Madam Li" was about to be further injured, a ball of light appeared behind her and her own shadow was reflected on the stone.
Someone is coming.
"Be careful!" A familiar voice came from behind her, and then she felt her waist tighten and she was pulled back.
She just held on steadily.
The familiar voice sounded again: "Is it you? Why are you here in this damn place so late at night?"
Chen Wanyue then turned around, blinked, and saw clearly that it was the man who rode the horse yesterday.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night, as a woman?" Before she could answer, Jileta's face was filled with horror. "Are you thinking you won't live long and want to end your life?!"
She smiled bitterly and shook her head repeatedly.
Jileta breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, think positively, why don't you spend the rest of your days having fun?"
Shen Wanyue pushed the person who was still hugging her and nodded: Yes, she knows.
Speaking of which, the young man in front of him doesn't look like someone from the mainland, he must be a member of a minority ethnic group.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Jileta realized her rudeness and quickly let go of her hands.
"Gileta, let's go." At night, Xiao Zhaoming still had his eyes covered.
It was not until Xiao Zhaoming spoke that Shen Wanyue realized that there were other people behind her - no wonder there was light just now.
She began to examine the man who was speaking, and saw six or seven people surrounding him. Each of them held a torch, like a group of bright lights surrounding him. The man was also dressed strangely, with a cloth around his eyes. He must be sick or something. Physical disabilities are very common in this world.
As an embroiderer, Chen Wanyue naturally knew that the man's clothes were not cheap. In addition, the man's exposed skin was white, so she thought he was a young master from a certain family.
Gilleta ran and jumped to the man and said, "I said there was someone here, come and take a look. Look what I said, another life was saved!" His tone was cheerful and lively.
With so many people around, Shen Wanyue had to terminate her investigation.
Jileta kept talking: "She is the woman I told you yesterday who will not live for more than seven days, and Mr. Wu can't save her."
Shen Wanyue couldn't help but curl her lips. Why did this person keep bringing this up?
Xiao Zhaoming had long been accustomed to it, and said helplessly: "Have you forgotten what I said?"
"...Oh." Jileta quickly covered her mouth.
Xiao Zhaoming sighed: "Since the lady is fine, we should hurry on." Knowing that his eyes were beyond saving, he had to return. There were still many things waiting for him to deal with when he returned.
If it weren't for Jileta's special status, he wouldn't have cared too much and would have left him to fend for himself in the wild, saving himself the trouble of coming out with him...
Although he thought so in his heart, he did not show any impatience on his face, and said to Shen Wanyue: "My lady, you'd better go home. There are many trees and fallen rocks here, so it's not suitable to stay for long."
"Yes. Here, this torch is for you. Be careful on the road." Jileta handed the torch to Chen Wanyue, who leaned forward slightly to express her gratitude.
After saying that, the first person turned around and left. Jileta was still saying goodbye to her foolishly.
Chen Wanyue has always been sensitive to emotions, and this has not changed even after she changed her body.
She could sense the subtle atmosphere around the blindfolded man. And the boy called "Gileta" didn't seem to be from the same group - what was the point of thinking so much?
It's useless. What's there to think about when you might only see someone once in your life? It has nothing to do with the current "Mrs. Li" or "Chen Wanyue".
When there was no light left, Shen Wanyue continued to explore with a torch in her hand.
She also checked the places where Gilleta and others had stepped on and found bloodstains there.
At the same time she was glad - glad that they didn't pay attention to their feet, although it was small, there was still a risk of being discovered.
This place is farther from the stone, why is there still blood?
Questions floated into my mind, and Mrs. Li's memories came back to me again.
It was indeed bright that night, because there were other people here besides "Madam Li" and Mrs. Zhu.
When Mrs. Zhu saw that "Madam Li" closed her eyes, she stepped back in fear, but what she didn't know was that "Madam Li" was not completely unconscious, at least her ears could still hear sounds.
Chen Wanyue, who received the memory, automatically matched the picture with the sound.
The grass rustled as Mrs. Zhu's hurried footsteps followed by her hoarse voice: "Mother... Mother, the mute fell down by himself!"
Mother? Why is Zhu's mother here?
Shen Wanyue subconsciously thought that the "mother" that Zhu Sao called was her biological mother, but the following conversation broke her guess.
It was an elderly woman's voice: "Why are you panicking? I'm not blind. Of course I saw that she fell. Go and see if she's breathing."
"I..." Mrs. Zhu, who used to be so arrogant in front of her, was now timid. "The mute is your daughter-in-law, come up and see her." After all, she was still afraid.
It turns out that “mother” is Mrs. Zhu’s mother-in-law... Is that also my mother-in-law?
Then, a finger with the unique smell of an old person was placed in front of "Mrs. Li's" nose: "There's still breath."
"Huh - that's good." Mrs. Zhu murmured. It is not a good thing to be involved in someone's death.
"Mom, did I really say that I would not give you money for your retirement?"
At this point, the old man sneered and said, "How could it be false? But I guess it was this dumb bastard who fanned the flames in front of him!"
Mrs. Zhu asked, "What should we do now?"
"Hmph, she's not dead anyway, carry her back, and tomorrow morning you bring my other sons to block her door! Anyway, I'm going to pay back all the money my son left behind." The old man said, "I married her to delay my son's death, otherwise who would want a mute daughter-in-law? In the end, she didn't even see a fart, but my son was completely obsessed with her."
This passage contains a lot of information. It seems that Mrs. Li had a bad relationship with her mother-in-law before she died, but she got along well with her idiot husband.
Mrs. Zhu tried to calm her mother-in-law down.
"Carry the person back..."
The sounds behind became increasingly blurred, and it seemed that "Madam Li" had really fallen into a coma.
Memory ends.
Chen Wanyue slowly opened her eyes——
"Ah!" A pair of gray eyes suddenly appeared in front of her. She subconsciously took a step back.
The owner of these eyes didn't care, but took a step forward and asked: "Why haven't you returned home yet, my lady?"
A gust of wind blew by, and just when the torch in Shen Wanyue's hand was about to burn out, the wind blew out the torch, and the only source of fire disappeared, and darkness appeared before her eyes.
Xiao Zhaoyue's eyes are very special. Even in the dark, he can see clearly. Naturally, he can see the vigilance of the young lady in front of him: "Why don't you answer? Oh, I remember, Jileta said you are mute. Sorry, I talked about my lady's sad story."
It was strange that he could not see the fate of the woman in front of him. Was she dead because she would not live long?
Gilletta said she would not live for more than seven days, and he had no intention of caring about others. It was just that during the meeting just now, he wanted to see if Mr. Wu's prediction was correct.
So he returned alone, and just in time to see the lady standing there with her eyes closed, occasionally frowning.
Until this moment, he still couldn't understand?
Chen Wanyue slowed down her breathing. This man was so strange. She remembered the man's face before the torch went out - it was the man who had covered his eyes just now.
Why go back to find her?
She slowly adjusted to the darkness, but she could also feel the man's gaze.
What are you always looking at yourself doing?
As time passed, Xiao Zhaoming still didn't see the answer he wanted from Chen Wanyue -
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