"You're a ghost! What about my wife, where did my wife go? ”

Tu Xuechuan pointed at Yuan Jialing, his eyes were red and he howled.

"Husband, I'm here, where are you going?"

Yuan Jialing approached him with an indifferent face.

Tu Xuechuan stepped back in fear until he reached the door.

His eyes widened in horror as he looked at the approaching woman, and just as the woman's hand was about to fall on him, he opened the door and ran out as fast as he could.

He didn't dare to take the elevator and kept running downstairs.

Behind him, there was the sound of footsteps in high-heeled shoes, like a life talisman.

Many people slept at this point, the corridor was very quiet, and there were not many people downstairs in the community.

Tu Xuechuan looked at the dark community and became more and more panicked, he remembered Uncle Zhao's black dog, so he ran in the direction of the security booth.

Uncle Zhao was swiping videos in the security booth, and was suddenly caught by Tu Xuechuan and was taken aback, "Teacher Tu, you scared me to death, what are you doing looking for me at night?" ”

Uncle Zhao's black dog also yelled at Tu Xuechuan twice.

When Tu Xuechuan saw the black dog, he hugged it with tears in his eyes, and finally had a sense of security.

The black dog glanced at him and looked away in disgust.

At the beginning, you ignored it, but now you can't climb it.

Tu Xuechuan didn't care about this, he had more worries, and hurriedly said to Uncle Zhao: "My wife is gone, Uncle Zhao, do you know where my wife went?" Can I borrow my phone to call the police? ”

He was about to explain that the wife at home was pretending to be a ghost, however, he met Uncle Zhao's complicated gaze.

Uncle Zhao's old voice sounded in his ears, "Teacher Tu, have you forgotten?" Your wife has been dead for a year. ”

Tu Xuechuan sat on the ground in a daze, and his whole person was as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

Infinite panic enveloped him, and something even more terrifying than his encounter with a ghost happened.

In a trance, many images flashed in Tu Xuechuan's mind.

The blood on the floor, the sound of the ambulance's horn, the flatbed hurriedly pushed through the hospital corridor, the pale and cold face of his wife on the hospital bed......

He remembered.

His wife died long ago.

When his wife was eight months pregnant, she cooked for him every day.

That day she asked him to mop the floor, but he didn't do any housework, and after mopping the floor, the floor was wet and so-so. However, when his wife put the vegetables in the refrigerator, she accidentally slipped on the soles of her feet, fell and miscarried.

He took her to the hospital, where she had an amniotic fluid embolism when she was induced.

Amniotic fluid embolism has a low incidence but a high mortality rate.

Just like that, he waited outside the hospital all night, and the last thing he pushed out was his wife's cold body.

The doctor regretfully told him that neither the mother nor the baby could be saved.

He finished his wife's funeral in a mess and kept blaming himself.

If he could have been more considerate of his wife during her pregnancy, cared more for her, and didn't let her do so much housework, if he could have been more serious and responsible when mopping the floor, maybe the tragedy wouldn't have happened.

His wife and children will be there. It was his fault, he was a manslaughter murderer, he killed his wife and unborn child.

Later, he unconsciously forgot about it, and every night his wife appeared next to him and slept with him. He forgot the painful memories and indulged in the illusion woven by the souls.

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Good night~

(End of chapter)