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There was such a scene:
In the early morning of summer, a frail maid, expressionless, walked towards the well and jumped down.
There were no emotions, let alone hesitation.
Even hate and fear had been frozen by pain.
She likely only wanted relief.
...
Xiao Cui's body was fished out and was left ice-cold in the courtyard.
Hu Shaomeng glanced at it: "This Xiao Cui, was she from our Qingyang Town?"
The manager Hu hesitated before speaking: "Not exactly. She was from..."
Hu Shaomeng waved his hand to cut him off: "Hurry and take her away for burial, don't trouble me."
Ge Heng's face relaxed.
"But." Jiang Wang spoke up: "The cause of death hasn't been investigated, and you're just going to bury her, can she rest in peace? Won't the authorities inquire?"
"I can represent the authorities. And it's obviously a suicide." Hu Shaomeng said, running out of patience, and shouted at manager Hu: "What are you waiting for? Get some people to bury her."
