Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 628 - 627: I Will Make Her Never Reincarnate

Chapter 628: Chapter 627: I Will Make Her Never Reincarnate

[My god, is this person living in a garbage heap?]

[Why are there so many liquor bottles, drinking to numb oneself?]

[Damn, I’m about to puke.]

The policeman, repressing his revulsion, pulled the person on the sofa to their feet. He was just as filthy as the room, completely neglecting his personal hygiene. His hair was long, and if it weren’t for his bare upper body, one might not even realize he was a man.

"Wake up, police!"

One policeman tried to wake the man, while another said, "We don’t know his identity; we need to take a look at his ID card."

Mianmian then said, "His ID card is in the bedside table in the bedroom, along with other documents. Take them all out."

With an exact location, the policemen quickly found what they were looking for.

In the bedside table was not only this man’s ID card but also another woman’s. Additionally, there were two booklets, a Marriage Certificate and a Divorce Certificate, stacked together.

The Divorce Certificate was green and looked many years old.

The landlord, curious, also leaned over to look at the ID cards. After seeing the younger face on the ID card of the person on the sofa, he muttered to himself, "This person looks familiar. I think I’ve seen him before."

"Let Mianmian help you remember," said Mianmian, casting an invisible Memory Spell on the landlord.

The landlord perked up and began to slowly recall the memories associated with the face on the ID card.

"I remember now, it was twenty-five years ago when my family was having this house built, and we hired some decorators to help. This man was born missing a finger, so his face made an impression on me."

Back then, building houses wasn’t like now, with so many decoration companies to choose from. Most followed a general design.

The team the landlord’s family hired was well-known locally, and it included many out-of-towners, including the man with four fingers, who had a distinct regional accent.

While they were working on the house, he suddenly asked for leave to go back to his hometown for three or four days, then returned.

"He was responsible for mixing cement," the landlord said. "Afterward, I even heard my dad mention that the four-fingered worker quit his job after finishing work on our place."

[Based on my experience with mystery shows, this guy suddenly quitting his job to go back to his hometown definitely means he went there to kill someone!]

[My god, involved with cement? And lives right next to this building... I suddenly have a bad feeling.]

As a netizen guessed the truth, Mianmian affirmed, "Yes, the truth is just as you said. During those four days, he went back to kill someone, his wife."

Mianmian was about to reveal everything when an old, hoarse male voice echoed in the room, "Yes, I killed my wife!"

Everyone’s gaze turned to the man on the sofa, who had woken up at some point. After looking around, he even cracked a smile.

"I worked my fingers to the bone in the city, and that damn woman had the nerve to cheat on me at home, getting caught by the villagers who informed me to come back." "I asked her why she cheated, she stayed silent, and in a fit of rage, I beat her up, and she went crazy wanting a divorce from me."

"How could I not hate her? I was still hoping to make a fortune so we could have several children!"

An affair is more than most men can bear. It’s like wearing a luminous green hat, attracting ridicule wherever you go. Even after a divorce, anyone who meets him later would still say, "Your wife cuckolded you; you’re a green-headed turtle."

The sense of humiliation, coupled with anger, made the man want to make his wife pay a price.

He pretended to accept the reality and went with her to get the divorce papers. Once they had the Divorce Certificate in hand and were on their way back to the village through the woods, he quietly murdered her.

Back then, regulations weren’t as strict on a variety of things.

After killing her, he used a specialized pig butchering knife to dismember her flesh completely and placed it in sealed bags, and used sulfuric acid to dissolve her bones.

The chopped flesh and the soil after dissolution were all packed into his luggage.

"I hated her, I didn’t want her to rest in peace, I wanted her to never find salvation," he said through clenched teeth. "In the middle of the night, I came back to the house to work with the cement, mixed her into the cement, and painted her into the walls."

This confession caused both the policemen and viewers to shudder.

How could someone be so cruel?

[They say there’s a hundred days of grace for a night of wedlock, even if that woman had an affair, it’s no excuse for such extreme actions that cost lives.]

[Exactly, no matter what, murder is not justifiable.]

[Little Auntie is frowning. I think Little Auntie has something to say.]

"When you were harming her... didn’t you realize she was pregnant with a little baby?" Mianmian asked, her tone filled with anger.

The man scoffed coldly, "I noticed, but that lump of flesh wasn’t mine. I chopped it up along with her."

Mianmian gripped Yang Xian’s hand beside her tightly, then after exhaling deeply, said, "Actually, that was your child. And it wasn’t your wife who did wrong; it was a villain from your village who you’d quarreled with. He drugged your wife and assaulted her."

"After assaulting her, he told your wife that if she didn’t want you to find out, she would have to let him do it again."

Mianmian felt upset recounting what she had figured out, and her grip tightened on Yang Xian’s hand, "That bad person deliberately made sure the villagers saw, deliberately had them tell you so that you would argue with your wife."

"When you beat her, she felt wronged and angry, and didn’t want to tell you the truth. On the way home after the divorce, she had wanted to tell you everything, but then you..."

In this world, aside from the sun high above, what else can’t be faced head-on? It’s the human heart.

"She didn’t know she was carrying a child; it was only after she died that the soul of the child stayed with her, and then she found out."

After revealing the truth, Mianmian felt heavy-hearted.

[My god... This story is just too heartbreaking.]

[Damn, so it’s all the fault of a rapist? Did that rapist die? I want to grind his bones to dust.]

[Sigh, people should have mouths to speak. How can there be such a misunderstanding?]

[That bloody idiot man isn’t any good either, so extreme as to commit murder, and he ended up killing his innocent wife and unborn child.]

Even the landlord present couldn’t hold back, cursing along with the netizens in the Live Broadcast Room, "You’re such a damn fool; you kill over the smallest matters. Even if you’d gotten divorced, you might’ve had a son, and it wouldn’t have come to this."

The young Hou Yi had never married.

He too was left speechless by the truth, murmuring to himself, "No wonder sometimes I hear strange sounds. Could it be because of a child’s ghost?"

The two policemen at the scene remained somewhat calmer. Being policemen, they knew of many more cruel cases.

"Since you’ve confessed to your crimes without denial, we are now arresting you."

One of the policemen took out handcuffs and cuffed the man.