That day in the backyard, Du Li was kneeling indifferently, tears condensed in her eyes, looking like she had no thoughts and had no desire to live. After a long time of excavation, Liang'er had already left, and he finally calmed down, lowered his eyes, looked at his sister with great compassion, and looked at him with heartache.

He couldn't help but reach out to hold his sister's hand, thinking of caring for and warming her like he did when he was a child. He had too much to say to her, but she could never hear it again... Just as he was indulging in sorrow, his sister's hand was curled in his palm, his fists were clenched firmly, which made him suddenly tighten and feel a little strange, so he let go and looked at it carefully. The more he looked, the more he felt that it was abnormal to hold his sister's hand tightly, as if at the last moment of his life, he was trying hard to catch something.

After many days of death, Du Juan's body had become cold and stiff. It took him a lot of effort to break her hand apart, and then he found a piece in her palm...

Little golden beads?

He held the beads in his hand and looked at them carefully. They were made of pure gold and were smaller than red beans. There were short pieces of thin gold chains on them, and the end of the chain showed signs of being torn...

Du Li's heart became increasingly foggy. He vaguely felt that the bead had an unusual origin. Will his sister hold it tightly before her death, so would she want to leave any clues?

When he saw the body, he felt that his sister didn't feel like she died of typhoid fever. If her sister was killed by someone, then the last person she saw during her lifetime must be the murderer. Could this bead be the one she struggled to pull it off the murderer during the murderer's way?

Could it be... she wanted to hint that the owner of the bead was the murderer who killed her? She wanted her brother to make her feel guilty!

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. It was not because of fear, but because there was a force boiling in his blood, which prompted him to make up his mind to find out the truth and never let his sister die so unknown!

After hearing Liang'er's words, he first brought his sister's body to Baima Temple. The monk in the temple remembered that he had a pitiful life experience and was also in pain, so he agreed to save Du Juan.

During the days when he lived in Baima Temple, he went for a walk in the nearby mountains to relieve his pain and inexplicably walked into a pear forest. The pear blossoms had just bloomed a little, but they were snow-white and beautiful, which reminded him of the tall pear tree in the yard of the fishing house in his hometown. At this time, the pear blossoms were already covered with snow, right?

The scene of brothers and sisters playing under the trees when they were young suddenly popped up again. At that time, the sea breeze blew across the courtyard and blew the branches. The white pear blossoms fluttered like falling snow, fluttering down in the wind. The vast whiteness was piled up with his memories layer by layer. But when I thought that my sister was gone, he was only left alone, I couldn't help feeling desolate in my heart. I closed my eyes sadly, just as if I had gently closed that memory, which would seal it forever in my heart.

He suddenly changed his decision and did not intend to cremate his sister, but buried her in this pear blossom forest for the time being. When the pear blossoms around him bloomed, he would guard her like himself, accompany her, and tell her all the concerns she had not yet expressed.

My sister was buried in the soil and the new grave was repaired. He erected a wooden sign on the grave as a monument, but did not engrave the name of the deceased on the tombstone. Maybe he thought that one day he would come to move her away and take her back home, or maybe he didn't want others to know who this was, so no one could disturb her, let her sleep here quietly and stay in his heart forever.

All the people who helped the burial left. He stood alone in front of the grave for a long time, staring at the blank tombstone in silence, and prayed silently: Sleep, sister, there is a pear blossom here to accompany you. Brother is going to do something very important to find out your real cause of death. If you have a spirit in heaven, you must bless your brother, find the real murderer as soon as possible, take him to your tomb to repent to you, and then pay your life with your life.

When my sister died, she had nothing to do, but she only wore a peace bracelet on her arm, which was given to her by her mother. He left the silver bracelet and carried it on her body as an amulet, placing her thoughts on her, waiting for the truth to be found out, and the real murderer would be buried with her sister again on the day she was buried.
Chapter completed!