"What else do you want to say?" Yang Huazhong stopped and asked again with a stern face.

Wang Shuanzi apologized and said: "As for my second sister, I will still go find her later. I will make things clear to her so that she will not anger Meier again."

Yang Huazhong pondered for a moment, "This is your old Wang family's business. I don't care. I only care about my sister. If something like this happens again, I will take her back. Our old Yang family can still afford a pair of chopsticks."

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After sending Yang Huazhong and others away, Wang Shuanzi stood holding on to the courtyard wall, almost exhausted.

Not long after returning home, Yang Ruoqing came over.

"Dad, Mom, I went to Xiangjiazhuang to deliver things to Xiaoduo and his wife at noon. I heard about my aunt just after I came back. How is she doing now?"

Mrs. Sun took a look at what Yang Ruoqing was wearing. It was obvious that she had just arrived home and hadn't even had time to change her shoes.

"Fortunately, it was discovered early and a life was saved."

As Sun was speaking, she stood up and brought a dry handkerchief to Yang Ruoqing, "Here, wipe away the sweat."

Yang Ruoqing took it and wiped it casually.

My head was so hot and sweaty that it was hard to wipe it off with a dry handkerchief. I had to go to the backyard and bury my face in the cool well water to get rid of it.

"Mom, why did my aunt hang herself? Could it be related to the chicken legs thing yesterday?" Yang Ruoqing sat down next to Sun and asked again.

Sun sighed and told Yang Ruoqing exactly what happened.

Finally, we talked about the female voice who encouraged Yang Huamei to hang herself.

"Before, when your father was here, I didn't dare to say anything, for fear that he would say that we women are suspicious and have to think that way about everything."

"But after thinking about it, I still feel that this matter is mysterious. Xiao Hei's grandma hanged herself when her head got hot!"

Yang Ruoqing sat there and carefully digested this large amount of information.

"Mom, at that time, my aunt was exhausted, exhausted, and full of anger. Wang Chunhua spoke arrogantly, which irritated my aunt. Is it possible that my aunt had auditory hallucinations in that state?"

Yang Ruoqing told Sun while analyzing, "Think about it, sometimes a person does something in a trance, and he has no memory of it at all, just like we sometimes walk absentmindedly.

I took a side road, and when I came back to my senses, I was confused, why did I take this path? Do you think so?"

Mrs. Sun frowned and thought carefully, "It seems to make some sense. I often get distracted. I go to the kitchen to get the basket, but then I come out grabbing the broom."

Yang Ruoqing nodded. Maybe there are mysterious things in this world, but the sky is clear and the hall is full of people. There can't be anything supernatural. He found the rope and hung it on the beam, tied it well, and then pulled Yang Huamei from the bed.

Get up and put her on the stool to stand, then push her head into the noose...

Even if dark matter exists, it is still a radio wave, just like the signals crisscrossing around us. It exists, but it is invisible to our naked eyes. It requires special instruments to receive and transform it.

Perhaps at a certain moment, Yang Huamei's magnetic field happened to overlap with the dark matter, thus affecting her behavior.

But it is more likely that she was in a trance after experiencing the ups and downs of her emotions. She did everything without knowing it. Because she didn't know and was panicked, she tried her best to deny it and blamed it all on the ghosts.
Chapter completed!