Time is slow

   Chapter 247

  The frightened Mr. Mao almost bounced off the Luohan bed, raised his feet and walked out.

   Another maid hurried to chase: "Madam, don't go—"

  Mao turned a deaf ear, as if to verify something, and glanced at the window.

   The wind was blowing hard outside, pouring in through the open window. The night without the starlight and moonlight is as thick as ink and cannot be melted.

   It happened that a thunderstorm fell, and the outside was instantly bright as day.

   The woman outside the window was dressed in white fluttering, and her face was as pure as snow, but at first glance, she was not at all popular.

  The maid Chunzhi saw the woman in white outside the window and thought she was seeing a ghost, but Mao recognized it at a glance.

   This is Qiao Zhao who died in the North!

  The woman in white outside the window suddenly bleeds from the corners of her eyes and mouth.

  Mao's brain exploded: "Don't come, don't come, I didn't want to kill your brother!"

   She fell softly, followed by another maid Qiuhua screamed: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

   She took a closer look, but there was no shadow outside the window.

  The maids and the old ladies and Kou Bohai, who was sleeping in the study, were disturbed. After a while, the lights were bright everywhere, and everyone rushed over in the wind and rain.

   Seeing people arrive, the two maidservants who had collapsed on the ground were shaking like chaff, tears of terror streaming down their faces, not to mention how embarrassed they were, they kept shouting: "Ghost, female ghost in white!"

   Kou Bohai strode over and said with a cold face, "I haven't helped my wife to the bed yet."

  The maids and the old ladies lifted the unconscious Mao onto the bed.

   Kou Bohai asked the two maids in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

  The two maids pointed at the big open window in unison: "There are ghosts outside the window, and there is a female ghost in white."

  Kobohai strode to the window.

   At this time, the rain has already fallen, and the wind is blowing against the rain, and the white velvet handkerchief tied to the window lattice is swaying in the wind, which is particularly conspicuous.

   Kou Bohai took off the white veil and looked out the window, but there was no one outside the window.

   "Look at the traces left by someone outside." Kou Bohai ordered.

   Zibuyue is eccentric. Rather than believing in ghosts, he believes more in villains.

   Kou Bohai lowered his head and glanced at the white velvet handkerchief, on which there was a line of small scarlet characters: Auntie, I'm watching what you did.

   A very straightforward sentence. The bright red words fell on the white silk, but it made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

  Kou Bohai was horrified.

Why does the handwriting    look familiar?

   He was startled, and suddenly heard the happy shouts of the maids and ladies inside: "Madam is awake."

   Kou Bohai walked in quickly.

  Mao's face was pale and pale, just like the white silk in Kou Bohai's hands. Seeing him come in, his dull eyes rolled and his lips moved slightly: "Master—"

   "Madam, are you alright?" Kou Bohai patted Mao's arm.

  Mao, like a frightened child, shrank straight into Kou Bohai's arms: "Master, there are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

   "Don't be afraid, madam, you read wrong-"

"What is this?"

   opened it, and the blood on the white silk like a thunder struck Mao.

   She was stunned, and screamed hoarsely: "Go away, go away, don't pester me, don't pester me!"

  Mao hugged her head and was about to run out, but the Kou Bohai Gang stopped her: "Madam, don't run, there are really no ghosts—"

   Before he could finish his words, Mr. Mao fell down softly.

   "Please ask the doctor."

  The entire Shangshu Mansion was brightly lit all night. The red lanterns hanging under the corridor were shaken by the wind and rain.

   Mao, who woke up again, went crazy.

In front of the masters of the Shangshu Mansion and the doctors, Mrs. Mao kept reciting a sentence: "I didn't kill Qiao Mo, I just poisoned him so that he was not in good health, please don't pester him. Me, don't come to haunt me..."

   These words shocked everyone. Kou Shangshu took the time to pay the doctor a large sum of money for the diagnosis, and immediately arranged for someone to move the Mao family to the most remote yard in the mansion, which was called quiet recuperation to the outside world.

   "Last night, did you find any clues about the ghost in white that Mrs. Mao and the maids spoke of?" Kou Shangshu asked Kou Bohai.

   Kou Bohai shook his head: "No, it's raining obviously, and there aren't even any footprints left outside."

  Everyone was silent.

   Kou Bohai couldn't help but said, "Father, are there really ghosts—"

   "Confused, do you believe in this kind of thing?"

   Kou Bohai took out the white velvet handkerchief: "Father, mother, you two have a look, I found this at the window where the female ghost appeared last night. It was because I saw this that I had to think so."

   Kou Shangshu stretched out his hand to take it and saw the line of blood on it, his eyes tightened.

   Mrs. Xue, who was in a heavy heart, glanced at it and was shocked: "This, this is—"

   Kou Shangshu closed his eyes, his voice trembling: "This is Zhaozhao's handwriting!"

   As soon as these words came out, the whole room was silent.

  If Mao and others saw the ghost in white, it was possible that they were pretending to be people, but how did they get the same handwriting as the dead granddaughter?

  The deeper you think about it, the colder everyone's heart will be.

   Mrs. Xue lowered her eyes and cried, "My poor granddaughter! Anyway, it's true that Mrs. Mao has done something unconscionable. What did her heart do, how could she harm Mo'er like this!"

   An exclamation suddenly came from outside: "Big sister, big sister, what's the matter with you?"

   Kou Qinglan rushed in and burst into tears: "Eldest sister passed out!"

   Mao's gossip was said in front of everyone, and they naturally heard it.

  The elders were discussing about their mother in the back room. It was inconvenient for the three of them to listen, so they could only wait outside as if they were being tortured.

  But even if they couldn't hear what the elders said, they knew that even if the mother's madness could be cured, it would be completely over.

   An old woman who understands medical theory is busy pinching people to Kou Zimo. After some tossing, Kou Zimo slowly wakes up and choked: "Zimo is not filial, which makes grandfather, grandmother and father worry."

After dismissing the irrelevant people, Madam Xue sighed and said earnestly: "Zimo, Qinglan, after your mother gave birth to Tianyu, her health has not been very good. Have you forgotten? In this life, there is no smooth road, and there will be many pits waiting for you to stumble and never get up again. So when you encounter something, the first thing to do is to keep your composure. Your mother is If you did something wrong, it can be regarded as self-retribution now, but you can't stop your own life because of this, don't you think?"

   "Yes." The juniors bowed their heads in unison.

   "Okay, now that you understand, you all go down."

   Sending away the juniors, Kou Shangshu stared at the white silk handkerchief, and said solemnly: "Go check, how did Mao's poison to harm Mo'er come from!"

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