"How long will it take you? What if you can't find out for the rest of your life? Will I never look for you to avenge Wan Qing for the rest of my life?"
"Give me a month. If I can't find the real murderer after one month, I will let you punish me and I will never make any resistance."
Wen Shimo knew clearly that he shouldn't believe Qiao Ran's words, but looking at her sincere eyes made him feel that it was a crime to distrust her.
"Okay, I'll give you a month to see how you find a scapegoat." After saying this, Wen Shimo walked up to Song Wanqing's body and put an exquisitely crafted bracelet on Song Wanqing's hand.
This was a custom-made token of love given to Song Wanqing by Wen Shimo when he confessed his love to her and asked her to be his girlfriend.
Xu Xueman said that Song Wanqing treasured this bracelet very much, and she definitely hoped to have this bracelet burned with her and taken to heaven to comfort her lovesickness.
Wen Shimo then sent it in.
Watching the staff push Song Wanqing into the incinerator, Wen Shimo clenched his hands tightly into fists, his chest felt like a mountain was being pressed, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
"Ah...Qiao Ran, give me back my life..."
Song Wanqing, who was in the raging fire, suddenly struggled with her hands, and a cold and terrifying voice sounded in the quiet space, striking the hearts of everyone present.
The person responsible for burning the corpse was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground and became incontinent when he urinated uncontrollably.
"Ghost... ghost... the unjust ghost is here to demand 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!" The other corpse-burner pretended to be calm, but his pale face and steps back a few meters revealed his fear.
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Wen Shimo saw Song Wanqing's hand moving and rushed forward to pull Song Wanqing out.
Qiao Ran ran over in time to hold Wen Shimo, but Wen Shimo's hands were still burned by the super high-temperature fire.
"Hmm..." The burning pain on his hand made Wen Shimo groan in pain.
"Let me go, 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 on to Wen Shimo tightly.
"Pa..." Wen Shimo slapped Qiao Ran hard on the face.
"Let me go, let me go quickly." Wen Shimo looked at the raging fire, and for the first time there was a choked cry in his voice.
It's so sad that it's heartbreaking.
"Wen Shimo, please calm down. Song Wanqing has lost all blood and has been dead for seven days. No one can be dead for such a long time and still be alive. Her struggle with her hands just now was just a normal reaction of skin tissue being burned by high temperature.
As for that voice, it was arranged by someone with ulterior motives, just to make you more convinced that Song Wanqing was forced to death by me, and to hate me even more, so that you lose your mind and kill me. You must calm down and don't get into trouble.
treacherous plot."
Wen Shimo stared blankly at the blazing fire in front of him.
Even if he doesn't calm down, Song Wanqing, who has been burned to ashes, will never be able to return to this world.
The woman who twice protected him with her life was gone.
Feeling that Wen Shimo's body was no longer tense, Qiao Ran knew that he would not try to save 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. People cannot speak after they are dead. If there are words, they must be human-made." Qiao Ran advised in a deep voice.
Wen Shimo looked at Qiao Ran, his cold eyes without any warmth.
"I believe in science, but there are many things that science cannot explain. Do you think that if you blame everything on science, then I really believe that wasn't Wan Qing's last cry of injustice?
I'll give you a month. If you can't find the so-called real culprit, I'll ask you to offer sacrifices to her on Wanqing Qiqi." Wen Shimo said coldly, stood up and left.
Qiao Ran frowned slightly as he looked at the blazing fire in the crematorium.
Even during the cremation, he did not forget to use the value of Song Wanqing's last time to make Wen Shimo hate her even more.
Song Wanrou, your scheming is really outrageous.
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Wen Shimo walked out of it and saw Wen Shimo's hand covered with burns and blisters. Xu Xueman quickly stepped forward with concern.
"Shi Mo, why is your hand injured?"
"Wan...when Wan Qing was cremated, she waved her hands and said in a miserable voice that she wanted me to avenge her. I thought she was not dead, so I reached in and tried to pull her out." Wen Shimo's voice had a strong nasal sound and his eyes were red.
, the look of sadness and heartache makes people feel heartbroken just looking at it.
Xu Xueman staggered back with her legs, concealing her grief.
"Wan Qing not only moved her hands, but also spoke? This... does this mean that Wan Qing did not really die? She just fell into a state of suspended animation and was burned alive by us in the end?" Xu Xueman asked in a sad voice.
Song Wanrou supported Xu Xueman and said in a gentle and sad voice: "Mom, don't make random guesses. The doctor looked at my sister several times and confirmed repeatedly that she has passed away.
The staff just explained to us that when a person is incinerated at high temperature, it is a normal reaction for the limbs to move. But in the eyes of the family members, it means that their family members are not dead.
We wanted to risk our lives to save our family members, but the staff were worried about such conflicts, so they refused to let our relatives in and allowed our brother-in-law to give my sister something.
Unexpectedly, what they were worried about happened and my brother-in-law suffered such serious burns. Brother-in-law, please go to the hospital to deal with the injury on your hand."
"Your sister must not be dead. If she were dead, how could she ask Shi Mo to avenge her?" Xu Xueman asked in a trembling voice.
"That's the hallucination caused by the deep love my brother-in-law has for my sister and his inability to accept the fact that my sister has passed away. There is no such thing as ghosts and gods in the world. Mom, we have to believe in science." Song Wanrou patted Xu Xueman on the back.
, while comforting gently.
"I don't believe in any science. I believe that your sister's ghost will come to me in a dream. Wan Qing, it's all my mother's fault. If my mother keeps you for a few more days, maybe you can wake up.
You have been comatose for three years and you can still wake up. To you, being comatose for a week is not a big deal at all. It is all your mother's fault. Your mother should have taken care of you for three years instead of sending you to this terrible funeral parlor.
Wanqing, it’s all my mother’s fault, it’s my mother’s fault, it’s my mother’s fault…”
Before she finished speaking, Xu Xueman foamed at the mouth, rolled her eyes, fell limply to the ground, and fainted.
Amid the chaos, Song Wanqing was laid to rest at the chosen time.
God seemed to be saying that Song Wanqing died unjustly. It was a sunny day, but when Song Wanqing's urn was being buried, a strong wind suddenly came and it started pouring rain.
The heavy rain came suddenly, and those who did not bring umbrellas bowed casually and hurriedly returned to the car.
Only Wen Shimo allowed the cold and biting storm of the twelfth lunar month to hit his face like a knife.
Wen Shimo's eyes as deep as ink stared deeply at Song Wanqing's youthful and bright smile on the tombstone.
"Wan Qing, if you really committed suicide because you were exposed on the Internet, I will definitely make Qiao Ran pay the corresponding price for you.
If, as Qiao Ran said, you were used and encouraged to die tragically, I will definitely find out the real murderer of 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.
But as soon as he took a few steps, he felt dizzy and dizzy. His body quickly stumbled forward and fell to the ground.
In order to prevent himself from falling too embarrassingly, Wen Shimo knelt 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. When she saw Wen Shimo kneeling on the ground alone, she quickly ran over.
"Brother-in-law, what's wrong with you?" Song Wanrou held an umbrella and squatted in front of Wen Shimo, her eyes filled with worry.