Lin Lang already had depression, and death would be a relief for her. She was just helping Lin Lang. She obviously had good intentions, so why did she treat her like this
I've told so many lies that I've started to believe them myself.
Fang Yun looked at the police with tears in her eyes. She was scared now. "Mr. Policeman, I know I was wrong, but I meant well. Lin Lang kept telling me that she was in pain, and I just wanted to end her suffering."
Captain Zhou looked at her with disdain: "She had a chance to survive. She had the will to live. It was you who cut off her chance of survival. The truth is out, and you still want to whitewash yourself. No one will listen to your sweet talk anymore. You don't need to deceive yourself anymore. You killed someone. You are a murderer. Spend the rest of your life in prison repenting."
Captain Zhou left the interrogation room, and soon hysterical shouting was heard from inside. His assistant said, "This Fang Yun seems to be quite crazy."
"There is a certain degree of antisocial personality. Such people have cold blood. Fortunately, the law has long arms and legs."
In the cemetery, the Du family bought a piece of land for the real Lin Lang. Du Weiyang, Du Boyan and Du Hongsheng all came. Mrs. Du was still in prison and couldn't get out.
The black Bentley stopped outside the cemetery. Fu Nanli touched Wen Qiao's head and said, "You go and have a look. I won't go. I'll wait for you outside."
Wen Qiao was wearing a black coat. The sun was shining brightly outside. She saw that Linlang's grave was at the highest point, facing the sun. It was the best location in the cemetery. It could receive plenty of sunlight throughout the day, making up for the lack of sunlight on the cold seabed.
At that moment, Wen Qiao really wished that people had souls and hoped that her soul could rest here forever.
Walking to the tombstone, she touched Boyan's head and said, "It's cold and windy today, why did you come out? Is everything ok?"
Du Hongsheng was filled with emotion. Xiao Wen really cared about Boyan and treated him as his younger brother.
Du Boyan shook his head: "I'm fine. I wanted to come and see my cousin. My sister said that my cousin was very afraid of being alone. I didn't know that she had experienced such a thing in the last few years. I didn't know that she struggled so hard to survive..."
The boy's eyes turned red as he spoke.
Wen Qiao hugged her and said, "Don't cry, don't cry."
Du Weiyang burst into tears. She regretted it the most. Although she was only fourteen or fifteen at that time, she should have been sensible. If she had seen earlier that her cousin was going through such torture and helped her, her sister would not have ended up like that...
She was in so much pain.
Wen Qiao placed a white chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone and looked at the person on the tombstone who looked exactly like Fang Yun now. Even though they looked the same, they could still be easily distinguished. This Linlang's eyes were warm and clean.
After all, the previous Lin Lang was too quiet and inconspicuous. Probably no one around her paid much attention to her, so when someone else changed her, no one noticed.
Now, the murderer has been brought to justice, I hope this can comfort her soul in heaven.
Lonely soul, stop wandering around, your home is here from now on.
As dusk fell, Wen Qiao left the cemetery. Fu Nanli held her hand as the car slowly drove away. The man's deep voice rang out, "You cried too?"
Wen Qiao turned his back and wiped the wet corners of his eyes: "I didn't cry."
She changed the subject and asked, "What did the police say about Mrs. Du?"
Seeing that she was unwilling to admit her vulnerability, Fu Nanli did not pursue the topic. "Mrs. Du was found guilty of kidnapping. Fang Yun finally let it go, but she was still sentenced to two years."
(End of this chapter)