Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Chapter 703 I'm sorry, the number you dialed is an empty number

Jiang's mother looked at Shen Qing who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowed, her nose sore, if only her son Jiang Yiming was still alive.

She walked over, squatted in front of Shen Qing, took out a pack of paper from the bag, opened it, and wiped the blood from Shen Qing's forehead.

"Ah Ming hopes you will be well until death. Let me and his father not embarrass you. You are a good girl. Thank you for spending a happy time with Ah Ming."

After finishing speaking, Mother Jiang handed the tissue in Shen Qing's hand, then stood up and left with Father Jiang on his arm.

Shen Qing clenched the tissue in her hand, looked back at Jiang's father and Jiang's mother who had left, the night wind was very cold, but Shen Qing didn't feel the cold at all, she stood up from the ground and came to Jiang Yiming's tombstone.

She put the baby's breath she bought in front of Jiang Yiming's grave, knelt down and lit the incense candles one by one, and burned the Ming coins one by one. The bright fire light shone on her face, and the depressed figure seemed to have disappeared into the night.

"Jiang Yiming, I'm here to see you."

Shen Qing squatted beside the grave for a long time before making a sound.

Her voice was very soft, and it seemed more and more ethereal in the cold wind, as if it would be blown away by the wind.

In the night, with a dead bone and a ruined soul, she looked at Jiang Yiming in the photo on the tombstone, wearing a white shirt, with a big smile on the corner of her mouth, and a prickly smile, as if she hadn't seen Jiang Yiming smile like this for a long time.

There are only five words on the tombstone - Jiang Yiming's tomb, which ended his short life.

She took out her mobile phone, there was no note of Jiang Yiming's phone number in the phone book, but Shen Qing memorized his phone number by heart, and could press it without a note.

She pressed the serial number, and then dialed it.

Shen Qing once heard a rumor, don't call the dead person's phone number in front of the grave at night, it will be picked up by the dead person.

Now, she hopes that this rumor is true.

The call was dialed out, and soon a cold system voice came from inside.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is an empty number..." After Jiang Yiming died, the phone number was canceled.

Shen Qing had a sore nose, tears fell down immediately, she wanted to hear Jiang Yiming's voice again, and hear him call her "Ah Qing"

Shen Qing looked at the burning coins, and said to the tombstone: "You need to save more money down here, when I arrive, we will build a house together, there are so many places to spend money, I agreed to your marriage proposal before I was alive , I will marry you even after I die, Ah Ming, I will marry you."

Shen Qing reached out to touch the photo on the tombstone, tears fell down one by one.

Lu Tingchuan called, but Shen Qing didn't answer, so he kept calling until the third call came, and she didn't answer until Shen Qing walked out of the cemetery.

"How long will it take to come back?"

"Lu Tingchuan, I'm not going back."

"What do you mean?"

It's not difficult to hear how trembling Lu Tingchuan's voice is at this moment, he is frightened.

"It means that I'm going to find Jiang Yiming."

Lu Tingchuan's brain shook, and he felt chills from Shen Qing's words. It was clearly not yet autumn, but he felt that it was already the twelfth lunar month. He yelled sharply: "I won't allow it! Shen Qing, don't do stupid things, count me in." Please……"

Shen Qing's laughter came from the phone, and then it was hung up, so quiet that one could hear the beating of the heart.

After Shen Qing hung up the phone, she looked up at the stars in the sky again. She wanted to design a death for herself, a death that would make Lu Tingchuan regret her whole life.

She stood in a dead corner on the side of the road, waiting quietly like this, with a smile on her face all the time.

She waited and waited... Finally, she heard the sound of a car approaching, with the high beams on, Shen Qing knew it was Lu Tingchuan as soon as she heard it.

Facing the dazzling headlights, under the dark shadows, she resolutely ran towards the brightest light...

——"Lu Tingchuan, I'm going to find Jiang Yiming."

The moment Shen Qing hung up the phone, Lu Tingchuan's heart seemed to be clenched by one hand, and it became tighter and tighter. Only then did he realize that Shen Qing had been strange this day. On the way to Jiang Yiming's grave, she was so quiet on the way, she was quietly thinking about the funeral, and everything she did was preparing for the funeral.

Why did he only find out now?

He shouldn't leave Shen Qing alone, shouldn't let her go to Jiang Yiming's grave alone, shouldn't let her out of his sight.

Why did he let her out when he locked her so tightly at home?

If...if Shen Qing had an accident, he would never forgive himself. He didn't dare to think about it any more. After turning the corner, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. It was the whistling wind, as if someone was crying...

He accidentally turned on the high-beam headlights, which were too dazzling to turn off in time. When turning the corner, Lu Tingchuan never expected that a figure suddenly rushed out from the side, appearing in front of his car without warning.

"Bang——" There was a loud noise, deafening, and the car shook. Lu Tingchuan gripped the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes forcefully. Because of the inertia, he leaned forward. He didn't wear a seat belt, and his forehead hit the steering wheel directly. There was a buzzing sound in the whole brain.

For a moment, Lu Tingchuan thought he was having a nightmare, but the headache told him clearly that he was not having a nightmare.

In this half-dream and half-awake state, Lu Tingchuan opened his eyes, and his vision was stained red with blood, including his blood and Shen Qing's blood.

Such a picture, like a hot iron, is imprinted in his memory, forever, never forget it.

The front windshield of the car was hit with cracks like spider webs, Shen Qing was wearing her favorite white dress, like a white butterfly bound by spider webs, her body rolled out of the car, and finally fell heavily on the ground.

The whole person is like a snowflake, at that moment, life is fleeting.

Lu Tingchuan reached out tremblingly to open the car door, but he couldn't open it no matter how hard he tried. He frantically pressed the car lock. As soon as the door opened, he rolled out of the car. He knelt and crawled close to Shen Qing.

The clean white dress on her was already dirty, and the hem of the skirt was stained red with blood, as if bright red roses had bloomed.

At this moment, the inconspicuous grass grows into a red rose, blooming the most dazzling beauty at the end of life, short but amazing.

In the quiet world, there is only the sound of the wind, as if someone is crying... No, someone is really crying.

Lu Tingchuan had seen countless appearances of Shen Qing, but he had never seen her lying in a pool of blood, so fragile, he didn't even know how to hug her so as not to hurt her.

This kind of Shen Qing is like a crystal full of cracks, as long as he touches it lightly, it will completely shatter.

"No..." Lu Tingchuan uttered a word with difficulty, and after his hand touched Shen Qing's blood-stained face, he suddenly broke down and screamed, "No, no, Shen Qing... don't die, you do not die……"