"She committed suicide?" Jun Wuchen was a little surprised.
They thought that everyone in the secret cell had been killed, but they didn't expect that one person committed suicide.
Why did you commit suicide? Why were you tortured?
Who are these people imprisoned in secret cells?
Countless mysteries emerged in an instant.
Yun Luo said softly: "Judging from the scars on the bones, it is indeed suicide, but there is something strange..."
She frowned and scanned the small, dog-cage-like cell.
"Her bones are here, but all the clothes and jewelry on her body are missing."
Jun Wuchen was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses.
"Not just her, all the bones in this prison have no clothing left on them."
He raised his eyebrows slightly, "So General Yun has such a perverted hobby? Killing people and taking away all their clothes?"
"I guess they are afraid of leaving clues. After all, there are so many people. If someone leaves a blood letter or something on their body and someone discovers it, wouldn't it be troublesome?"
Yun Luo sneered, "What a great job!"
Not only does it count after a person dies, but everything is taken away, not even the last layer of clothing to cover up one’s shame.
I don’t know what bad things I did to make me so afraid of being left with clues.
"Then what should we do now? My clothes have been taken away, do you want to look for them?" Jun Wuchen asked again.
"Where can I find it?"
Yun Luo stood up helplessly.
"These people have been dead for more than ten years, and their bodies have turned into bones. Even if there were any clues about their clothes, they would have been disposed of long ago. Where can they be found?"
Yun Changmao is not that stupid.
He could think of taking away all the clothes from the corpse. It must not have been kept for storage. He would have probably burned it all.
"I'll look around. Wait for me here."
Yun Luo was not in a good mood, so after saying something to Jun Wuchen, he started to check in each small cell.
Soon she finished reading, and her expression became more and more ugly: "There are sixty-eight people in total..."
"What did you think of?" Jun Wuchen looked at her calmly.
Yun Luo glanced at him and suddenly sneered: "Didn't you guess it too? What are you asking me for?"
Her tone was sharp, as if she had suppressed anger.
Jun Wuchen looked at her quietly, but said nothing.
At this moment, his eyes were not as playful as usual, nor did he have a teasing smile. His eyes were as deep as the purple sea, deep and tolerant, and he looked at her quietly.
Yun Luo was silent for a while, and his tone gradually became lower, "I'm sorry, I just feel uncomfortable. I didn't mean to get angry at you."
"I understand that you are in a bad mood."
Jun Wuchen smiled faintly, reached out and patted her head lovingly, "It doesn't matter if you are angry with me, am I still angry with you?"
Just comfort her. Why are you patting her on the head?
She is not a child.
Yun Luo avoided his hand depressedly, but her mood became calmer.
"Sixty-eight people..."
She murmured to herself, "When my mother married into the Yun family, she brought over a total of seventy people from Prince Lin's palace, including the dowry mothers, maids, and guards."
"Except for two people whose whereabouts are unknown, the rest are probably here."
No wonder.
When she asked Yun Changmao about the old people in Prince Lin's Mansion, his expression changed so quickly.
It turned out that the bones of these people had been buried under his study.
Yun Luo smiled coldly.
Sure enough, a cold-blooded and ruthless person is not even afraid of ghosts!
Yun Changmao has been stepping on these bones every day for more than ten years. How has he ever felt guilty?