Chapter 864
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On the way to Tang Nuan's crime scene, Song Qingchun checked her phone. Just as the police said, there was a voice message from Tang Nuan on her WeChat. She clicked it open, and Tang Nuan's words were garbled. "Bag … Bag … Recording … Recording …"
When she arrived at the crime scene, Tang Nuan was already covered with a white cloth.
This was the third time Song Qingchun had witnessed the death of someone she was familiar with. Her mother was the first, Song Cheng was the second, and Tang Nuan was the third.
Even though there was a lot of bad blood between her and Tang Nuan, when she walked to the stretcher with shaking legs and pulled back the white cloth to see Tang Nuan's pale face that had been wiped clean, the anger and resentment in her heart disappeared in an instant, and in its place was an indescribable pain and depression.
When Song Qingchun hated Tang Nuan the most, she didn't even wish for her to die, but now, when she no longer hated her, Tang Nuan had died.
Just that morning, she had brought breakfast to her office, chatted with her for a while, and thanked her sincerely.
But now, she had closed her eyes and fallen into a deep slumber.
Before she left the office, they had shared a smile. That smile was truly a smile that had melted all the hatred between them.
At the time, Song Qingchun had thought that she didn't hate Tang Nuan that much anymore. After all, to hate someone for ten years, that person must be important to her, right? Song Qingchun had planned to call her after she found Su Zhinian and had a heart-to-heart talk with him to ask her why she had called her that morning.
She had thought about many things, but before she could do anything, Tang Nuan had died.
Why is Tang Nuan dead?
Song Qingchun looked at Tang Nuan, whose lips were pale and eyes closed, and tears fell from her eyes.
The police were still taking pictures to preserve the crime scene.
Tang Nuan's car had been wrecked beyond recognition. The front of the car was completely ruined, and white smoke was still billowing out of it.
The driver's seat was covered in blood, and some of it had congealed. The whole crime scene reeked of blood.
Some of the blood came from her, and some came from her children …
Song Qingchun found it hard to breathe. Just a few days ago, she had saved the woman's child. Everything had been the same, so how could everything have changed in the blink of an eye?
The officer who had called Song Qingchun earlier hung up and walked to a middle-aged officer. He was probably their leader. He said, "We just received a call saying the victim is a mistress and was beaten up by his wife a few days ago. Boss, do you think it's because of this that the victim succumbed to the stress and took drugs, resulting in this traffic accident?"
After a pause, the police officer said, "Or maybe she wanted to commit suicide, but she didn't have the guts, so she took this drug that can make people fantasize?"
"Impossible!" Song Qingchun, who had been quiet since she arrived at the crime scene, suddenly stood up from beside Tang Nuan's body and replied firmly, "Impossible, Tang Nuan would not commit suicide."
For the sake of the child, when she was being beaten, she had put down her pride and begged for help. She had been beaten so badly, but she had been desperately protecting her belly.
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