The little widow wiped away her tears, glanced at the old miracle doctor gratefully, and said in a low voice: "Over the past year, the slave family and that dead ghost have been pretending to be husband and wife, but they have long since ceased to be husband and wife. Who would have known, who would have known, who knows, who knows, who knows!

Who would have thought that that night, he...him!"

The little widow began to cry again.

Xi'er wondered: "You said you were not married, but that night..."

The little widow wiped her tears, and I felt pity for her, and she said sadly, "It's a long story, and I don't want to talk about it." But she soon spoke, and told an incident that happened a few months ago: "

The slave family didn't know what was good about those flower girls in the past, they were all coquettish and flirtatious, until one night, that damn ghost pounced on him and insisted on letting the slave family..."

Situ Yong thought for a moment, understood, and nodded to indicate to the woman to continue.

"The slave refused to die, so he said he would divorce me! I told you to divorce me, and the slave was so angry that he kicked him out of bed! The damn ghost played night and night and never came home again! Later, later... ugh

Oh, as you two officials know, he is dead! He is dead! You two must believe in the slave family, the death of that damn ghost really has nothing to do with the slave family!"

Xi'er frowned and asked, "He wanted to have sex, and you just agreed?" As she asked, Xi'er secretly cursed the little widow for not living up to her expectations.

The little widow cried and nodded: "He insists!"

"He insisted on it, so you gave it to him?"

"He didn't say a word, but he insisted!"

The ins and outs of Widow Zhong's case were finally figured out. On the surface, it seemed like it was an ordinary "immediate storm" case. Xi'er and Situ Yong walked out half-convinced, always feeling that the matter was not that simple, but it seemed to be that simple.

Before going out, Widow Zhong suddenly called out to the old miracle doctor and whispered a few words coquettishly next to the old miracle doctor.

Xi'er was stunned for a moment, but she pricked up her ears and listened, her face turned red as she listened.

As soon as she went out, Xi'er looked at the old miracle doctor with strange eyes: "Why did she even tell you such a thing?"

Situ Yong shook his head with a solemn expression, as holy as a sage, and said with a smile: "She must have seen the benevolence of my doctor."

"Bah! No matter how benevolent a doctor is, he can't tell you about the little iron pestle that night in Mianmian. Is this something that an ordinary woman can say? Besides, why didn't she tell me?" Xi'er said with disdain.

She always felt that something was wrong with the old miracle doctor, but she quickly changed the subject: "Old miracle doctor, I saw that you looked inappropriate when you took your pulse just now, but what did you see?"

The old miracle doctor nodded and said: "That's true, but I'm not sure. I'll have to go to the next hospital to have my pulse checked, and then I can come up with a proof."

Situ Yong deliberately tried to show off, but Xi'er couldn't help it. The two of them went to the next widow's house without stopping. Situ Yong also knocked on the door of the widow's house with money. After some questioning, they found out what happened to the young widow.

The previous one is surprisingly similar.

First, the family was harmonious, and the husband and wife respected each other as guests. Later, the husband fell in love with drinking flower wine. The woman listened to what "others" said and went to the Wutong God to ask for a child, hoping to win back her husband's affection.

The third house, the fourth house, the fifth house...

The more she investigated, the more frightened Xi'er became. Such striking similarities could no longer be described simply as "coincidence". Someone was deliberately creating these cases!

"Quick! We need to tell...ahem, young master!"

On the side, Situ Yong was flipping through the list of widows, page by page. Suddenly, the old miracle doctor's eyes widened and he started counting from the first page. When he counted twice, Xi'er had already used Chang Shihua to record their cases.

The clue was revealed, and he curiously asked the young master if she was pregnant. The person on the other end, either out of embarrassment or because they didn't hear clearly, turned off the call.

"Young Master, let us meet back at the inn!"

After checking for a day, the sunset was red and the sun and moon were in the sky. It was dusk unknowingly.

"No rush." ​​Situ Yong had a weird look on his face and threw the list of widows to Xi'er: "I'm not sure. Just count it. Is this list of widows... no more or no less, exactly the number of ninety-nine?"

Xi'er counted and found that it was indeed true, but soon she wondered: "Ninety-nine, why is it not more or less? It's not..." She was about to say that it was not an integer, but suddenly Xi'er remembered "The first

"Hundreds" of victims, their breathing shortened, and the words that followed were swallowed back in their stomachs.

"Brother Crab... is the hundredth pregnant woman!"
Chapter completed!