Huai Su stepped forward, did not dare to sit, only stood beside Fu Jun, and said softly: "What does the girl want to ask the maid?" ”

Fu Jun looked out the window and said slowly, "What's wrong with my mother?" What happened after my dad and I left? Tell me in detail. ”

Huaisu's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he thought for a while and said, "After the master left with the girl, the wife couldn't sleep, so she read the book in the room for a while, and had breakfast again. After a break after dinner, I went for a walk under the porch to eat. When I walked to the flower bed, I slipped somehow, but fortunately, Mother Shen and the maid held on. Shen's mother said that it was better for Mrs. to go back to the house, but Mrs. didn't say anything, so she went back to the house and drank the medicine and continued to read, and after a while, she said that she was sleepy and wanted to rest. The maid fell asleep with Shen's mother serving his wife. Who wants to ......" Huai Su's voice choked, and he said with red circles in his eyes: "Who thinks that when the wife sleeps for about half an hour, Mother Shen and the maid will smell blood." The maid and Shen's mother didn't care about it at first, but then the smell became stronger and stronger, and Shen's mother felt that something was wrong, so she lifted the bed, and the maid saw his wife...... Wife...... The wife's body was covered with blood, and there was blood on the side of her mouth. ”

Huaisu's voice trembled so much that even his body was shaking, and he couldn't speak anymore. In front of her eyes, the image of Wang fainting in a pool of blood appeared again. Huai Su didn't dare to tell Fu Jun, the blood had soaked the sheets and penetrated several layers of brocade mattress, and Wang was like a piece of tissue paper soaked in blood, leaving only extremely weak breathing.

At that time, she thought: how much blood can a person have? How can the blood of a human body withstand such a flow? She looked at Wang, her legs so weak that she couldn't move. If it weren't for Shen's mother slapping her, she was afraid that she wouldn't even be able to call someone to report the news.

Huaisu's hands were clasped together and hugged around his chest. It seems that this is the only way to resist the panic that swells up in my heart.

Fu Jun looked out the window quietly, and the hand stove in her hand was pinched by her to "squeak". She closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath. The door of the hugging house was not closed tightly, and the cold air was wrapped in the fragrance of frangipani, and there was a faint carbon gas piercing into her chest, which cleared her mind a little.

She opened her eyes and said coldly, "Why did you slip so well?" The porch is often cleaned. It doesn't slip at all. Even if there is some residual snow in the yard, and there is soot on it, and the mother is supported by someone, how can it slip? Think about it again. Is there something else going on? ”

Huaisu frowned and thought for a while, "Mrs. Shen's mother is supporting her for a walk. The maidservant is responsible for helping to watch the way. I don't know how my wife slipped and fell......" At this point, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and said, "By the way, the maid seems to have heard Mrs. 'huh' softly." Then he slipped and fell. ”

Fu Jun frowned and muttered: "You said that the mother said softly, it should be ......" She turned her head suddenly: "Huaisu, where did the mother fall?" ”

Huai Su said, "Mrs. fell on the edge of the flower bed in the east corner of the courtyard. ”

"Take me to see it." Fu Jun said abruptly, and the person also stood up, raised his feet and walked out.

Huai Su was slightly stunned, and then followed: "Girl, slow down." As she spoke, she took Fu Jun's hand. Seeing this, Xu Niangzi also followed.

The flower bed in the east corner is Wang's favorite place, and every time you take a walk, you have to go over to take a look, and Fu Jun knows it. There is a sprinkling golden begonia planted there, this flower is the pot that opened when Fu Jun was born, Wang asked people to move the flower to the flower bed, carefully played, very cherished.

At this time, there is a dry scene in the flower bed, and the snow is piled up inside, and the begonia stands in the middle of the flower bed, and the dead branches are tilted to one side, lined with the blue brick wall, which is very decadent.

Fu Jun walked to the flower bed in silence and looked around.

There were many scattered footprints on the ground, and there was a large black-gray mark that should have been made by Wang after he slipped. Her eyes widened, carefully distinguishing between the footprints and the scattered marks.

She always felt that Wang's slip was not simple. It's not that she likes to think too much, but reality has taught her that the filthiness and calculation in the big mansion are sometimes a hundred times more insidious than real crimes.

However, her mind is still very confused, and her heart has been panicking. Although she forced herself to calm down, this scene fell into her eyes, and it was still just a mess, with no clue at all. Her brain at the moment can't organize an effective thought at all.

Fu Jun took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, picked up a handful of residual snow from the flower bed, and rubbed it vigorously on his face.

"Girl......" Huai Su snorted softly, but Xu Niangzi raised her hand to stop her, and when she turned her head to look at Fu Jun, there was a little pity in her eyes that even she didn't notice.

After rubbing his face with snow, Fu Jun felt a little sober, but his thinking was still a little sluggish. She paced slowly, looking with her eyes and smelling with her nose, and following the various footprints on the ground, going east and west in the courtyard.

Huaisu frowned deeply, with a hidden glint in his eyes, and looked worriedly at the girl walking around. She didn't know that Fu Jun was investigating the scene, and she didn't understand that Fu Jun was acting like guò, so that all the scenes around her were engraved into her mind.

Since I can't think about it now, let's "shoot" these scenes and save them in my mind for later.

In addition, Fu Jun must now find something to do. She couldn't look at the closed door, and she wasn't allowed to think about Huai Su's words. The only thing she could do at the moment was this one thing.

Fu Jun's on-site investigation lasted for quite a long time, until the door of the main house was opened again, and Fu Geng walked out with red eyes.

Fu Jun turned to look at Fu Geng, staring straight at him with his eyes.

She didn't dare to turn her gaze, let alone speak. She just stared at the man in front of her, trying to find the answer from his expression.

Fu Geng's arms hung softly at his side, Mu Ran took two steps forward, and saw his daughter looking at him with wide eyes.

His throat rolled up and down, as if he wanted to speak, as if he was swallowing hard. Gradually, a very thin layer of water appeared in his eyes. He staggered over to Fu Jun, squatted down tremblingly, stretched out his arms, and hugged his daughter tightly in his arms.

Some warm/liquid/body rolled onto Fu Jun's shoulders, soaking her small cloak / a large piece. Fu Geng's head was buried in her little cloak, and her shoulders were getting hotter and wetter.

Fu Jun stood there stiffly, not daring to move. She was afraid that if she moved, things she couldn't bear would fall at her head-on.

Her eyes were wide open, looking ahead. In front of her eyes, the door that had been closed tightly finally opened, Dr. Zhang walked out, Imperial Doctor Liang also walked out, as well as Shen's mother, Zhang's family, Liu's mother, and even Mrs. Hou walked out with a sad face on crutches.

Many, many people walked out one by one, Fu Jun waited anxiously, waiting for the person who should have come out of this door the most, smiling, stretching out his arms, gently calling her "Sister Tang", and then hugging her into his arms.

However, that gentle figure never appeared. (To be continued......)

PS: The explosion at the port of Tianjin was terrible. Salute to the brave firefighters! May the living be strong. Rest in peace for the dead. The author also wishes every book friend peace, health and happiness!