After the divorce, he regretted his ex-husband too much

"How long do you want? What if you can't find out for the rest of your life? Am I going to stop looking for you for the rest of my life to avenge Wan Qing?"

"Give me a month. If the time is up and I can't find out the real murderer, I will let you punish me and I will never make any resistance."

Wen Shimo knew that he shouldn't trust Qiao Ran's mouth, but looking at her sincere eyes made him feel like it was a crime not to trust her.

"Okay, I'll give you a month to see how you find the scapegoat." After Wen Shimo finished speaking, he walked to Song Wanqing's body, and put an exquisitely crafted bracelet on Song Wanqing's hand.

This was Wen Shimo's custom token of love for Song Wanqing when he confessed his love to Song Wanqing and asked her to be his girlfriend.

Xu Xueman said that Song Wanqing cherished this bracelet very much, and she definitely hoped that this bracelet would be incinerated with her and brought to heaven to comfort lovesickness.

Wen Shimo sent it in.

Watching helplessly as the staff pushed Song Wanqing into the incinerator, Wen Shimo clenched his hands into fists, his chest felt like a mountain was being pressed down, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"Ah... Qiao Ran, give me my life back..."

Song Wanqing, who was in the middle of the raging fire, suddenly struggled with her hands. The cold and terrifying voice resounded in the quiet space, hitting the hearts of everyone present.

The person in charge of the cremation was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground and lost control of his urine.

"Ghost...ghost...the evil ghost has come to claim his life..."

"Don't talk nonsense, we have been doing this for so many years, you have to believe in science, there are no ghosts and gods in this world!" Another cremator pretended to be calm, but his pale face and steps back a few meters already revealed his fear .

Seeing Song Wanqing's hand moving, Wen Shimo rushed forward, trying to pull Song Wanqing out of it.

Qiao Ran ran over to grab Wen Shimo in time, but Wen Shimo's hand was still burned by the super-high-temperature fire.

"Hmm..." Wen Shimo groaned in pain as the skin on his hand was scorched.

"Let go of me, Wan Qing is not dead, I want to save Wan Qing!" Wen Shimo roared angrily, trying to push away Qiao Ran and Tang Hui who were holding him.

Qiao Ran held onto Wen Shimo tightly.

"Pa..." Wen Shimo slapped Qiao Ran hard on the face.

"Let go, let me go quickly." Wen Shimo looked at the raging fire, crying choked up for the first time in his voice.

So sad that it hurts.

"Wen Shimo, calm down. Song Wanqing has lost all blood and has been out of breath for seven days. No one can stay alive for such a long time. Just now she struggled with her hands, it was just a normal reaction of her skin tissue to be burned by high temperature.

As for that voice, it was arranged by someone with ulterior motives, just to make you more firmly believe that Song Wanqing was forced to death by me, and hate me even more, so that you lost your mind and killed me. You must calm down and don't fall for the other party trick. "

Wen Shimo stared at the raging fire in front of him with dazed eyes.

Even if he didn't calm down, it was impossible for Song Wanqing, who had been burned to ashes, to return to this world.

The woman who protected him twice with her life was gone.

Feeling that Wen Shimo's body was no longer tense, Qiao Ran knew that he would not try to rescue Song Wanqing's body, so he let go of Wen Shimo and stood aside.

"Wen Shimo, people cannot be resurrected after death. You have to believe in science. It is impossible for a person to speak after death. If there is speech, it must be man-made." Qiao Ran persuaded in a deep voice.

Wen Shimo looked at Qiao Ran, there was no trace of warmth in his indifferent eyes.

"I believe in science, but there are many things that science can't explain. If you think you put everything on science, I really believe that wasn't Wan Qing's last cry of injustice?

I'll give you a month, and if you can't find out the so-called real culprit, I'll ask you to sacrifice to her on the evening of July [-]th. "Wen Shimo said coldly, stood up and left.

Looking at the raging fire in the cremation furnace, Qiao Ran frowned slightly.

Even for the cremation, he never forgot to use Song Wanqing's last value to make Wen Shimo hate her even more.

Song Wanrou, your scheming is really outrageous.

……

Wen Shimo came out from inside, and seeing Wen Shimo's hand full of burns and blisters, Xu Xueman hurried forward with concern.

"Shimo, why did your hand hurt?"

"Wan... When Wanqing was cremated, she waved her hands and said in a miserable voice that she wanted me to avenge her. I thought she wasn't dead, so I reached in and tried to pull her out." Wen Shimo's voice was nasal, his eyes were red , The sad and heartbroken appearance makes people feel heartbroken when they look at it.

Xu Xueman staggered back with both legs, concealing his grief.

"Wan Qing not only moved, but also talked? This... Does this mean that Wan Qing didn't really die? She just fell into a state of suspended animation and was finally burned to death by us?" Xu Xueman asked sadly.

Song Wanrou supported Xu Xueman, and said in a gentle and sad voice: "Mom, don't make wild guesses, the doctor has seen my sister several times, and he is sure that my sister has passed away.

The staff explained to us just now that when a person is incinerated at high temperature, it is a normal reaction to have movement in the limbs, but in the eyes of the family members, it means that their family members are not dead.

Wanting to risk their lives to save the family back, the staff was worried about such conflicts, so they didn't let our relatives in, and allowed the brother-in-law to send things to the sister.

Unexpectedly, what they were worried about happened, and my brother-in-law suffered such severe burns. Brother-in-law, you should go to the hospital to treat the injury on your hand. "

"Your sister must not be dead. If she is dead, how can you tell Shi Mo to avenge her." Xu Xueman asked tremblingly.

"It's because my brother-in-law loves my sister so much, and I can't accept the fact that my sister passed away. There are no ghosts and gods in this world. Mom, we have to believe in science." Song Wanrou patted Xu Xueman on the back , while gently comforting.

"I don't believe in science. I believe that your sister's ghost will come to me in a dream. Wan Qing, it's all because of my mother. If my mother stays with you for a few more days, maybe you can wake up.

You can wake up after three years of coma. Sleeping for a week is not a big deal to you. It's all your mother's fault. Your mother should take care of you for three years instead of sending you to this terrible funeral home.

Wan Qing, it's all my mother's fault, it's my mother's uselessness, it's my mother's fault..."

Before finishing the following words, Xu Xueman foamed at the mouth, rolled her eyes, fell limply on the ground, and passed out.

In the chaos, Song Wanqing buried herself in the ground according to the chosen time.

God seemed to be saying that Song Wanqing died unjustly. The weather was still sunny, but when Song Wanqing's urn was buried in the ground, a strong wind suddenly came and it rained heavily.

The heavy rain came suddenly, and those without umbrellas hurried back to the car after a casual salute.

Only Wen Shimo let the icy, biting wind and rain of the twelfth lunar month hit his face like a knife.

Wen Shimo's eyes as deep as ink were fixed on Song Wanqing's youthful and bright smiling face on the tombstone.

"Wan Qing, if you really committed suicide because it was exposed on the Internet, I will definitely make Qiao Ran pay you the corresponding price.

If, as Qiao Ran said, you were used to instigate your tragic death, I will definitely find out the murderer who actually killed your life, and give you justice and innocence, so that you will not die innocently. "

Standing in the heavy rain, Wen Shimo bowed deeply to Song Wanqing's tombstone, turned around and left facing the cold wind.

It's just that he had just walked a few steps, and a dizziness came before his eyes, and his body quickly staggered a few steps forward, and fell to the ground.

In order not to fall too embarrassingly, Wen Shimo knelt down on one knee and supported the ground with his injured hand.

Song Wanrou ran over from the corner of the green tree holding an umbrella, and saw Wen Shimo kneeling on the ground alone, and hurried over.

"Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you?" Song Wanrou squatted in front of Wen Shimo holding an umbrella, her eyes full of worry.