Chapter 911

Yes, it was this hairpin. She had a dream that her mother was wearing this hairpin and was walking around in white in the pond of the house.

No matter how she called, how she called, mother did not look back.

In the past six years, she has never dreamt of her mother. Why did she dream of her mother so often recently? Is it because her mother knows something underground and gives her a dream?

At the beginning, she suspected that there was something wrong with her mother's death. Now it seems that God is giving her a hint.

Pang Ling held the hairpin tightly and thought silently in his heart. Mother, don't worry. If you are really killed, your daughter will take revenge for you.

Her forehead was drenched with cold water and her hair was wet. Her face was pale.

In the face of the servant girl's puzzled look, she replied: "I dreamed of my mother again."

"Ah... Don't scare me, miss." Huan'er subconsciously embraces herself, and has already felt the creepiness of her whole body.

Especially in the early winter night, with a dense net, covering people breathless.

"What are you afraid of? The people you should be afraid of are those who have harmed your mother."

"Miss, do you mean that the first lady didn't fall into the water, but was pushed into the water and killed?" The servant girl looked at her sharp light and asked tentatively.

"Isn't it?" Pang Ling asked.

At that time, she was still young and couldn't clear her mother's grievances. Recently, her mother frequently appeared in her dreams. Isn't she reminding her that it's time to reverse the case.

However, after six years, there is no evidence to prove her death. How can she start?

"Miss, where shall we start and how shall we find out the cause of her death?" Huan son asks a way, this time all passed so long, how does this check up?

Pang Ling stares at the dark window and ponders for a moment. The candlelight in the room reflects on the branches outside the window, just like a fierce ghost with its claws outstretched.

"Yes." She suddenly patted the dresser, and at the same time, she startled huan'er.

……

The next night, deep dew heavy, the north wind whistling, shaking the branches of the courtyard, more ferocious, that creaking sound, especially clear at night, but also with the meaning of infiltration.

"Sister, it's so cold underground. It's so cold."

"Pang Ling, my poor child, lost her mother when she was young."

"It's so cold underground. The hell is empty. The people who hurt me are still alive, enjoying glory and wealth. It's not fair, it's not fair."

The shrill scream seemed to be whispering in her ears. The third aunt was so scared that she woke up in a cold sweat.

"Somebody, somebody." The voice is hoarse and can only make a weak sound.

It was dark in the room, as if the ghost was hiding in a corner of the room.

"I died miserably, miserably, cold in the water, cold." The sound came closer and closer, as if it were in my ear.

"Who's pretending?" The third aunt yelled with all her strength, but her throat seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands and could not make a sound.

The door of the meeting room suddenly opened and the cold wind poured in. There was no one near the door, but a small wooden box suddenly appeared.

After a long time, the third aunt dared to go over and opened the small wooden box with shaking hands. There was a set of old clothes in it, wet, and a delicate hairpin of Begonia on it.

"Ah... How can..." the third aunt screamed, her eyes turned black, and finally fainted.

Hiding in the door of the two people, this will gradually show the body, looking at lying on the ground three aunt, eyes a cold.

Through tonight's exploration, we can conclude that it was the third aunt's hand.

Otherwise, when she saw her mother's relics, she would have fainted, which showed that she was guilty of theft.

"Miss, it seems that the third aunt is really suspicious." Huan'er felt her chest and was afraid.

The gloomy atmosphere created by Pang Ling just now, let alone frighten the third aunt, even she felt creepy.

"What's suspicious? She's the killer." Pang Ling affirmed.

"But we have no evidence." Huan'er stammered.

"Evidence?" Pang Ling read a few words in a cold voice, and his voice was extremely cold“ Isn't that what I'm looking for? What we have to do now is to break through the third aunt's defense line and wait for her to call herself up. "

The ancients said that if you don't do bad things on weekdays, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night.

It's just the beginning. It depends on whether the person who is ungrateful can bear it.

"Yes, young lady, I will obey you." Huan'er clenches her fist, and she also wants to catch the murderer of the big lady.

Out of the yard, looking at the gatekeepers, Pang Ling lost his fragrance and couldn't wake up for a moment.

It was still dark. They walked back in the moonlight. When they passed a lotus pond, they looked at the cloth and blocked the small place.

This lotus pond is not only big, but also has a pleasant scenery. It's also very pleasant to see the scenery in the mansion when it's full of lotus and a boat in summer.

But here is blocked a corner, destroyed the overall aesthetic feeling, slightly appears to be inadequate.

This is the place where her mother died. She will never forget that scene. Her mother was picked up by several servants and her whole body was swollen with blisters.

She was staring at the lotus pond, and suddenly she had an illusion. She saw a beautiful young woman who was pressed to the lotus pond by two old mothers.

The young lady kept struggling, but with her own strength, how could she be the two strong mammy opponents?

Soon her head was buried in the lotus pond, her hair was scattered and her skin was pale.

The water in the lotus pond was bubbling, and soon the dying woman was like a dead fish, which was thrown down by two mothers.

Later, the mother was fished up, and the little Pangling brothers and sisters sat there crying.

This fragment is so real that it seems to reappear in front of our eyes.

"Miss, what are you doing?"

Pang Ling is like a dream. She seems to have a short dream. She was shaken up by the servant girl.

"I'm fine. Let's go."

The next day, it was a rainy day, and the weather outside the window was dark.

The rain as fine as cattle hair, continuous under, the sky gray, let people see the whole body weak, unable to play spirit.

The third aunt sat in front of the dresser with black eyes, looking at the reflection of this bloodless face in the bronze mirror.

The mammy next to her combed her hair, looked at her eyes, dry skin, can't help but ask: "madam, what's the matter with you, didn't you sleep last night?"

Speaking of this, she was excited and said in a dumb voice: "last night, when I called you, why didn't I come in?"

Mammy was confused: "madam, I didn't hear anything."

If I did, I would have come the first time.