nycdaug Chapter 1140 Not Missing
Chapter 1140 Not Missing
Suddenly, the phone rang, breaking the silence in the room. Cheng Yunchuan picked up the phone and answered it.
"Hey?"
"Mr. Cheng, we found out something about your wife..." A strange voice came from the other end of the phone, "We found that your wife's sister, Jiang Muxue, is not missing..."
Cheng Yunchuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. "Then she..."
"She died five years ago..."
The voice on the other end of the phone was like a bomb exploding in Cheng Yunchuan's ears. The phone in his hand slipped and fell to the ground with a dull sound.
Jiang Mubai looked at him, his eyes full of fear and anxiety. "Yunchuan, what's wrong? What happened?"
Cheng Yunchuan raised his head and looked at Jiang Mubai, his eyes filled with complicated emotions. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say a word...
Cheng Yunchuan felt his blood freeze instantly, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Jiang Muxue was dead? She died five years ago? This news was like a bolt from the blue, and it made him dizzy.
He mechanically raised his head and looked at Jiang Mubai's pale face. Fear and anxiety spread in her eyes, like a darkness that was about to swallow everything. "Yunchuan...what happened?" She trembled and grabbed his arm, her fingertips cold.
Cheng Yunchuan swallowed hard, his throat dry as if rubbing against gravel. "Mu Bai...your sister...she..." He spoke incoherently, unable to utter a complete sentence.
Jiang Mubai's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition came over him. "My sister...what happened to her?" Her voice was thin and trembling.
Cheng Yunchuan took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. "The police said...your sister died...five years ago..."
"No! Impossible!" Jiang Mubai stood up suddenly, stepped back, and bumped into the coffee table behind him, making a dull sound. The photo frame on the coffee table fell to the ground, the glass shattered, and Jiang Muxue in the photo still had a sweet smile, as if everything was a nightmare.
Cheng Yunchuan quickly stepped forward to support her and held her tightly in his arms. "Mu Bai, I know this is hard to accept, but..."
"No! I don't believe it!" Jiang Mubai pushed him away and shouted hysterically, "My sister can't be dead! She promised me that she would come back to find me! She can't..."
Tears poured out like a flood, blurring her vision. She fell to the ground, holding her head, sobbing in pain.
Cheng Yunchuan looked at her distressedly, pulled her into his arms again, and hugged her tightly. "Mu Bai, I know you are sad, but we must calm down and find out the truth of the matter."
Jiang Mubai cried and trembled in his arms, like a wounded little animal. Cheng Yunchuan gently stroked her hair and comforted her in a low voice.
After a long time, Jiang Mubai's crying gradually became quieter, leaving only intermittent sobs. She raised her head and looked at Cheng Yunchuan, her eyes full of pain and confusion. "Yunchuan, tell me...how did my sister die?"
Cheng Yunchuan hesitated. He knew that this truth might cause a greater blow to Jiang Mubai, but he couldn't hide it. "The police said...she was murdered..."
Jiang Mubai's pupils suddenly shrank, and her whole body froze. Murder? Her sister was murdered? Who? Why did they kill her sister?
"Who? Who killed my sister?" Jiang Mubai's voice trembled, filled with hatred and anger.
Cheng Yunchuan held her hand tightly, his eyes firm and resolute. "I will find out everything, I will definitely find the murderer and avenge your sister!"
In the following days, Cheng Yunchuan put all his energy into investigating the cause of Jiang Muxue's death. He used all his connections and resources to not miss any clues.
However, the clues of the case five years ago were already blurred, and the investigation progressed slowly and with difficulty. Cheng Yunchuan often worked until late at night, and when he returned home, he saw Jiang Mubai's haggard appearance, and his heart was filled with guilt and self-blame.
One night, Cheng Yunchuan was checking information in the study room when he suddenly heard Jiang Mubai scream. He rushed out and saw Jiang Mubai slumped on the bedroom floor, holding a photo in his hand, his face as pale as paper.
"Mu Bai, what's wrong?" Cheng Yunchuan hurried forward and helped her up.
Jiang Mubai trembled as he handed him the photo. In the photo, there was a man with a tall and straight back, wearing a black suit, standing in front of Jiang Muxue's tombstone.
"I... I went to the cemetery to see my sister today..." Jiang Mubai's voice trembled, "I saw... I saw him..."
Cheng Yunchuan looked at the man in the photo with a frown on his face. Who was this man? Why did he appear in front of Jiang Muxue's tombstone?
"He...he seems to be crying..." Jiang Mubai's voice became smaller and smaller, as if he would faint at any time.
Cheng Yunchuan's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. He had a strong intuition that this man must be related to Jiang Muxue's death!
He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Help me check this person..."
A respectful voice came from the other end of the phone: "Yes, Mr. Cheng."
At this moment, Jiang Mubai suddenly pointed at the man in the photo and shouted in horror: "It's him! It's him! I've seen him!"
Cheng Yunchuan's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand. Jiang Mubai's fear and helplessness at this moment were like fine needles, pricking his nerves. He hugged Jiang Mubai tightly in his arms, patted her back gently, trying to comfort her. "Mubai, don't be afraid, I will protect you, and I will definitely find out everything."
Jiang Mubai clutched his collar tightly, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, his body still shaking. "I... I went to my sister's grave that day and saw him standing there, motionless, like a sculpture... Then... Then he cried... Cried so sadly..."
Cheng Yunchuan's brows knitted even tighter. What was the relationship between this man and Jiang Muxue? Why was he crying in front of her grave? Could he be the murderer who killed Jiang Muxue?
While waiting for the results of the investigation, Jiang Mubai seemed to have lost her soul and was in a trance all day. Cheng Yunchuan saw it and felt pain in his heart. He turned down all his work and stayed by her side, talking to her, eating with her, and sleeping with her.
"Yunchuan, tell me...will my sister blame me? Blame me for taking so long to find out the cause of her death..." Jiang Mubai's voice was low and hoarse, like a rusty knife, scraping Cheng Yunchuan's heart again and again.
Cheng Yunchuan hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear: "No, Mu Xue must want you to live well. She definitely doesn't want you to live in pain and self-blame."