usatvline Chapter 849 3 days
Chapter 849 3 days
It turned out that Shen Wanqing was unwilling to accept her fate and ran away on the eve of her sixteenth birthday, but was caught by the family and made into a paper wedding dress alive. Her soul was unwilling to accept it and began to retaliate against the Shen family. Every July 15th, she would take away a girl and sew wedding dresses with their souls to break the curse. At this time, Mrs. Shen appeared with a group of people in black. They held peach wood nails and talismans in their hands, with empty eyes, as if they were controlled. Lin Yang raised the peach wood sword and fought with them. Su Tang took the opportunity to run to the embroidery room and wanted to destroy the paper wedding dress, but found that the chains on the wedding dress had come alive and entangled her hands and feet. At the critical moment, Shen Wanqing's soul appeared. Her eyes were no longer ferocious, but full of sadness. "Sister, help me." She whispered, "As long as the portrait is destroyed, the curse can be broken." Su Tang struggled to pick up the scissors and stabbed the portrait. With a loud bang, the portrait burned and the chains on the paper wedding dress broke one after another. Mrs. Shen and the man in black suddenly regained consciousness and collapsed to the ground. Lin Yang told Su Tang that the ancestors of the Shen family signed a contract with the evil spirits in exchange for wealth and status for the prosperity of the family. And Shen Wanqing was the first person to resist. After dawn, the police rushed to the Shen family. In the basement, they found the bodies of the missing girls and more unfinished paper wedding dresses. When Mrs. Shen was taken away, she looked back at Su Tang, her eyes full of regret and relief. After Su Tang returned home, she fell seriously ill. In the dream, Shen Wanqing thanked her in a real wedding dress, followed by a group of girls in white clothes, and finally smiled on their faces. After waking up, Su Tang decided to write the story of the Shen family into a book to let more people know that some traditions have long become cannibalistic shackles. Many years later, there was a painting hanging in Su Tang's studio, in which a group of girls were laughing in the sun, and they all held a pair of scissors in their hands. Whenever someone asked about the meaning of this painting, Su Tang would say: "This is a symbol of freedom and a commemoration of those girls who were bound by fate." And on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month every year, she would burn a real wedding dress for Shen Wanqing and other girls, hoping that they could have their own happiness in another world.
The mystery of the mirror: a fatal scam under a dual identity. The rainstorm knocked on the window of "Mirror Language Jewelry". Su Mian's fingertips stroked the antique mirror in the display case. The cold touch reminded her of the rainy night twenty years ago. The glass reflected the man behind her. His well-tailored suit was stained with raindrops, and the Pisces tattoo on his cuffs was faintly visible. "Miss Su, I want to appraise this mirror." The man pushed the object wrapped in black velvet in front of her, his voice as low as a cello. The moment he untied the velvet, Su Mian's pupils shrank suddenly - the bronze mirror was engraved with a Pisces mating pattern, which was exactly the same pattern as the necklace on her neck. "Where did this mirror come from?" Her voice trembled rarely. The man pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a half-smile: "Didn't Su Qian tell you? The lives of you two sisters are tied to this mirror." Su Mian's nails dug deep into the palm of her hand. Su Qian is her twin sister. She suddenly lost contact three days ago. The last message on her phone was a selfie: her sister was wearing the pearl earrings she gave her, with an unfamiliar European-style villa in the background, and the caption was "Happy Birthday, Sister". Today is their 28th birthday. The antique mirror glowed on the inspection table, and the scratches under the microscope made Su Mian's breath stagnate. Those seemingly natural wear and tear marks actually formed a string of coordinates. She took out the birthday gift sent by her sister - a beautifully packaged mirror jewelry box. When she opened it, a note fell out, with her sister's handwriting on it: "When the mirror reflects the truth, don't forget our agreement." The coordinates pointed to an abandoned sanatorium on the outskirts of the city. In the heavy rain, Su Mian held the flashlight and pushed open the rusty iron door. At the end of the corridor on the third floor, there was a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror. The mirror was covered with cracks, but it clearly reflected the figure behind her - a woman in a white coat holding up a syringe. Before she lost consciousness, she saw the woman take off her mask, revealing a face exactly like hers. When she woke up again, Su Mian was lying in a strange bedroom, with a photo of her and her sister on the bedside. The man who pushed the door open was the mysterious customer of the jewelry store. He changed his suit into a white coat, with a nameplate on his chest that read "Zhou Chen, attending physician". "Welcome home, Su Qian." He handed her a cup of warm water, "Don't be afraid, the operation was successful, and now no one can tell you two sisters apart." Su Mian's heart was beating wildly. Operation? Face transplant? She touched the faint scar on her face and remembered the pair of eyes that were identical to hers before she fell into a coma. Zhou Chen sat down on the bed and ran his fingertips across the Pisces necklace around her neck: "Twenty years ago, your mother asked me to take care of you before she died. It's a pity that Su Qian was too greedy." Memories came flooding back like a tide. On the night their mother fell from the building, they were six years old and hid in the closet. Through the gap, they saw the Pisces tattoo on the wrist of the murderer. Later, they were sent to different foster families. Su Mian followed her foster mother to learn jewelry appraisal, while Su Qian disappeared in the crowd until she suddenly appeared three years ago with the Pisces necklace. "Su Qian used your identity to get close to the heir of Shen Group," Zhou Chen took out a surveillance video, "but she didn't know that Shen Moyan had already seen through her scam." In the picture, "Su Mian" and Shen Moyan were arguing in the villa. The man suddenly grabbed her neck, but the reflection in the mirror showed a weird smile. At three o'clock in the morning, Su Mian escaped from the hospital by moonlight. She followed the route in her memory and came to Shen Moyan's private villa. In the safe in the study, there is another surveillance video-three months ago, Su Qian appeared in front of Shen Moyan wearing a human skin mask, and the face under the mask was Su Mian's appearance. "You are here, my dear sister." A familiar voice came from behind. Su Qian was wearing a red silk nightgown and a Pisces necklace belonging to Su Mian around her neck. "Didn't Zhou Chen tell you? Our mother is the adopted daughter of the Shen family, and I am the only heir recognized by Mr. Shen." The mirror glowed coldly in the moonlight, and Su Mian finally saw the truth. Twenty years ago, in order to protect the real heir Su Qian, the mother switched the twins and sent Su Mian away as the daughter of the Shen family. And Su Qian has been secretly waiting for the opportunity to regain her identity. "Shen Moyan discovered my identity, so I had to make him shut up forever." Su Qian raised her pistol, smiling as sweetly as before, "Now, as long as you play the role of Su Qian's corpse, I can inherit everything legitimately." The moment the gun went off, the glass shattered into spider webs. Zhou Chen stood in front of Su Mian, his white coat stained red with blood: "Your mother protected you with her life because she didn't want you to be involved in the grievances of the Shen family." He took out his mobile phone and played a recording, which was his mother's last words before she died: