Imperial pet forensic mad concubine

Chapter 201 The Cry of the Cemetery

For three days in a row, Qiao Shi, who had endured Tong Ange's inhuman torture every night, finally couldn't bear the despair, and hanged himself.

Tong Yuming rushed to Dongyuan when he received the news, and saw Mrs. Qiao hanging in the center of the room. Her widened eyes were full of gloom and terror, making her face even more frightening. To the extreme, it's all a little distorted.

"What's going on here?" Tong Yuming's face turned cold in an instant, and Qiu Ju, who was kneeling beside her, was trembling and her voice was crying: "I don't know, I don't know, when I came in in the morning, my wife hanged herself I committed suicide, here is a suicide note left by my wife." With that, Qiu Ju handed the suicide note left by Mrs. Qiao to Tong Yuming.

Tong Yuming, who had a gloomy face, took the suicide note and looked at it. His face became even colder, and he even slapped the suicide note on the table angrily.

Qiu Ju glanced at it quietly, then lowered her head quickly, for fear that Tong Yuming would vent her anger on herself.

The news of Qiao's accident spread quickly, and in less than half a day, people from Qiao's family came, and when Tong Boyan came back, the mourning hall of Tong's family was set up.

Looking at Tong Boyan's pale face that faded instantly, Tong Ange felt refreshed in his heart.

Does it hurt?It hurts!
"Father, my mother is fine, what happened?" Tong Boyan's eyes almost popped out, he stared at Tong Yuming, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Your mother can't think about it, and she is very sad for her father, but now that the matter is over, let's take care of your mother's affairs first." Tong Yuming said, his face was full of exhaustion.

Today, someone from Qiao's family has questioned Tong Yuming severely for a long time. Now he is physically and mentally exhausted, and he has no experience to deal with Tong Boyan at all.

But Tong Boyan didn't buy such an answer. He looked at Tong Yuming's back with anger in his eyes.

"Brother, my mother died wronged. I don't believe a single word of the suicide note. It must be Tong Ange, that bitch who killed my mother. It was her, she killed my mother!" Tong Yufu cried out of breath. Afterwards, she never thought that one day Joe would leave her in such a way.

Tong Boyan's eyes sharpened when he heard the words, and his eyes were stained with a thick layer of gloom: "Fu'er doesn't cry, what's the matter, you tell brother."

Tong Yufu told Tong Boyan what had happened in detail, all the veins on Tong Boyan's head were exposed, his fists were creaking, and he was on the verge of rage.

"Brother, what should we do? Mother was killed just like that. Daddy... he never thought of avenging mother." Tong Yufu said, crying, Tong Yuming came From the beginning to the end, he never doubted that Qiao Shi was killed by others. He only believed that Qiao Shi committed suicide by himself.

After all, in the suicide note, it clearly stated all the bad things Qiao had done over the years. She said that she could sleep every night, and dreamed that a ghost came to claim her life. She couldn't bear the torture, so she committed suicide.

But Tong Yufu didn't believe it, her mother was so good, why is there a ghost coming to claim her life at this time?
Tong Boyan would not believe it. In their view, all of this was Tong Ange's conspiracy.

"Don't worry, I'm definitely not letting that bitch get away with it, let alone letting my mother die in vain!" Tong Boyan said through gritted teeth.

He will definitely find evidence to ruin Tong Ange's reputation, so what if she is the princess?
When Tong Boyan was looking for someone to verify that the suicide note was a forgery, Tong Ange didn't care, and she even spent all her time lying on the bed to see the doctor.

No matter how Tong Boyan searched for the suicide note, he couldn't find any clues, because it was written by Mrs. Qiao himself. Tong Boyan's final result was that he personally verified that his mother committed suicide.

Tong Ange's mouth was slightly mocking. If she wanted to kill someone, would she still leave traces on him?It's a joke.

Qiao wrote the suicide note while being hypnotized by her, and hanged himself while being hypnotized. Even if the police came to investigate, there was no trace of the second person at the scene. In this case, he had to commit suicide.

Thinking of this, Tong Ange's eyes became a bit cold. Qiao's, Qiao's family, and anyone who wanted to harm her, she would not let it go easily. Now is just the beginning, and it is even more for Tong Boyan and Tong Yufu. A warning, if they are sensible, they may still be able to save their lives. If they are still as ignorant as before, don't blame her for being cruel.

Tong Boyan searched the entire Tong family with great fanfare, and even went to the palace to ask Concubine Qiao Shu, Concubine Qiao Shu asked the emperor, and the people sent to the government even checked it out, but no matter how they searched, there was no one who murdered Qiao's family. The suicide note has also been compared and checked by more than a dozen people, and it is no different from Qiao's usual handwriting. It is indeed written by Qiao himself.

This result made Tong Boyan very annoyed. He wanted to investigate further, but it made Tong Yuming very angry.

"Boyan, how long do you want to make trouble?" Tong Yuming scolded coldly, glaring at Tong Boyan angrily. It's time for the funeral today, but Tong Boyan stopped him. What's wrong with keeping the coffin in the house? ?
"Father, mother died for no apparent reason, my son wants to find out the truth and give mother justice." Tong Boyan was not to be outdone.

Hearing this, the anger on Tong Yuming's face became even heavier: "Fair? Is it unclear? What is fair? Where is it unclear? That suicide note was written by your mother herself, and everything on it is true. Indeed, thinking about your father is because your mother has passed away, and you don't want to pursue the past, what else do you want? How can you be fair?" Tong Yuming's voice became severe as he said.

Tong Boyan lost his voice when he was questioned by Tong Yuming, and everything he wanted to say was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a word.

It's true that he knew more or less what was said in Qiao's suicide note, and it was indeed true, but he just didn't believe that Qiao would commit suicide.

Looking at the son in front of him, what Tong Ange said to him at the beginning came back to Tong Yuming's mind. Indeed, his son, whose surname is Tong, was the only one who followed the lead of the Qiao family. Standing behind him, he didn't even care about his own father anymore.

"That's the end of this matter. If you still want to save some face for your mother, let her go to the grave as soon as possible. If not..."

"Father!" Tong Yuming's expression changed.

Tong Yuming looked at him coldly: "Could it be that you want to make everyone aware of the horrible things your mother did?"

"Tong Boyan stopped talking for a moment.

"Hmph!" Tong Yuming snorted coldly, and looked at the butler guarding the door: "Go get ready, wake up, and have a funeral!"

"Yes, sir."

At this point, no matter how painful Tong Boyan and Tong Yufu felt, they could only grit their teeth and endure it.

*
When Mrs. Qiao was buried, Tong Ange was not there. She made some side dishes and snacks that Zhenniang liked to eat on weekdays, and visited Zhenniang's grave.

"Zhenniang, I sent Mrs. Qiao down to make amends to you. If you are alive in heaven, you should die in peace." Tong Ange leaned on Zhenniang's tombstone, chattering some words, talking about the relationship between Zhenniang and Zhenniang. Little things when we are together.

Ever since Zhenniang's accident this time, Tong Ange felt that his mood fluctuated extremely violently, probably because the consciousness of the original owner still remained in this body. After all, Zhenniang has been with the original owner for many years and has been protecting the original owner. The Tong Ange who was so dependent and trusting on Zhenniang must have such deep feelings, that's why when Zhenniang passed away, her grief was so heavy and deep.

Before he knew it, it was already evening, and Tong Ange burned all the paper money he brought, and then stood up and went to the cemetery.

Because it is late autumn now, the days are getting shorter and shorter, and it is getting dark very fast. When she was fat on Zhenniang's tombstone, it was almost dusk, but before she left this cemetery, the sun had completely set Now, the surrounding light is getting darker and darker, and it seems a bit awkward to walk alone in the cemetery like Tong Ange.

But Tong Ange has been dealing with corpses for a long time, and she doesn't feel any discomfort. She walked peacefully until she heard a low sobbing sound in her ears. Tong Ange frowned uncontrollably, and stopped walking. I looked around, but didn't see anyone.

She frowned, did she hear wrongly?
After thinking about it this way, Tong Ange continued to walk forward, probably because he hadn't had a good rest recently, and now he was walking in the cemetery again, so he felt auditory hallucinations.

However, she had just walked a few steps when the burst of weeping sounded again. This time, the sound was louder than before, which is enough to show that she did not have auditory hallucinations, but that there were real people nearby. cries.

"Who?" Tong Ange frowned, stopped and looked around, but, as before, he didn't see anyone, only heard the louder and louder weeping.

"Woo, woo... help me, save me..." There were a few sobbing cries for help mixed in with the crying, it sounded like it should be a woman, mournful and desolate, which made people feel sad when they heard it.

At this time, Tong Ange's heart also hangs. Although the sky has darkened at this moment, it has not reached the state of being so dark that he can't see the surrounding things clearly. Standing here, Tong Ange can even see There were tall and short tombstones in the distance, but she just couldn't tell where the woman's mournful cries came from, because there was no one around except her.

The woman's mournful cry, mixed with the autumn wind, instantly made the surrounding environment creepy.

"Help me...help me...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu who..." The cry seemed to be a little louder, and there were a few empty echoes in the wind, as if it came from far away, like It's right next to my ear.

Tong Ange's face turned completely cold at this moment. She is an atheist and does not believe in ghosts and gods. But in the current situation, if there were no ghosts, how could she only hear voices but not see people?
(End of this chapter)