Chapter 96 Your wife has been dead for a year "You are a ghost! Where is my wife? Where is my wife?"
Tu Xuechuan pointed at Yuan Jialing and howled with red eyes.
"Honey, I'm right here, where are you going?"
Yuan Jialing approached him with an indifferent expression.
Tu Xuechuan backed away in fear, until he retreated to the door.
Looking at the woman who was getting closer, his eyes widened in horror. Just when the woman's hand was about to fall on him, he opened the door and ran out quickly.
He didn't dare to take the elevator and kept running downstairs.
The sound of high-heeled footsteps clack-clack came from behind, like a reminder.
Many people were asleep at this point, the corridor was very quiet, and there were not many people downstairs in the community.
Tu Xuechuan became more and more panicked as he looked at the dark community. He thought of Uncle Zhao's black dog, so he ran towards the security booth.
Uncle Zhao was browsing videos in the security booth when he was suddenly caught by Tu Xuechuan. He was startled, "Teacher Tu, you scared me to death. Why did you come to me so late at night?"
Uncle Zhao's black dog also roared twice at Tu Xuechuan.
When Tu Xuechuan saw the black dog, he hugged it with tears in his eyes, finally feeling safe.
The black dog glanced at him and turned away in disgust.
At first you ignored me, but now you can't afford it.
Tu Xuechuan didn't care about this. He had more things to worry about, so he hurriedly said to Uncle Zhao: "My wife is missing. Uncle Zhao, do you know where my wife is? Can you lend me your mobile phone to call the police?"
He was about to explain that the wife at home was a ghost in disguise, but he met Uncle Zhao's complicated eyes.
Uncle Zhao's old voice sounded in his ears, "Teacher Tu, have you forgotten? Your wife has been dead for a year."
Tu Xuechuan fell to the ground in a daze, his whole body as cold as falling into an ice panic enveloped him, and something more terrifying than when he encountered a ghost happened.
In a daze, many pictures flashed through Tu Xuechuan's mind.
The blood spreading on the floor, the siren of the ambulance, the flatbed hurriedly pushed through the hospital corridor, the pale and cold face of my wife on the hospital bed...
He remembered.
His wife had died long ago.
When his wife was eight months pregnant, she still cooked for him every day.
That day she asked him to mop the floor, but he didn't do much housework. After mopping, the floor was wet, so he handled it , when the wife was putting vegetables in the refrigerator, she accidentally slipped and fell, resulting in a miscarriage.
He sent her to the hospital, and while inducing labor, she developed amniotic fluid embolism.
The incidence of amniotic fluid embolism is low, but the mortality rate is high.
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 child could be saved.
He finished his wife's funeral in a daze, blaming himself all the time.
If he could have been more considerate of his wife during her pregnancy, cared more about her and not let her do so much housework, and if he could have been more serious and responsible when mopping the floor, maybe the tragedy would not have happened.
His wife and children will be was his fault, he was a manslaughter, he killed his wife and unborn child.
Later, he unknowingly forgot about this. Every night, his wife appeared next to him and slept in the same bed with forgot that painful memory and indulged in the illusion woven by the dead soul.
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good night good night~ (End of this chapter)