May 1 is a solemn holiday that celebrates Labor Day all over the world. The only difference between pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info is that the Allied countries celebrate by marching on the streets, while the Allied countries have a happy holiday.

However, in the Soviet Union, it was also Labor Day, but this year it did not have the same joyful atmosphere as in previous years. Because today is the funeral of Makiye Bukka.

The news interviews are even more exaggerated, with various people sitting in front of the big screen and recalling in reverent tones what I did when they last saw me.

Almost everyone can point out the exact place and behavior of the last time I met (some I've known for years, some I didn't), adding: "He was just standing like this—exactly like he is now—and he was just laughing, and I had an unusual feeling — and I wondered: What is going on?" Now understood. ”

A new controversy ensued: who was the last person to see Comrade Makjebka. Many people want to occupy this sad honor, but their evidence, to a greater or lesser extent, has been tampered with.

The most obvious is that almost everyone believes that the last words of the young three-time Hero of the Soviet Union, Comrade Mark Yebka, included "to continue to build the socialist camp" and "Comrade Lomanov is an excellent leader".

Nothing else, the last sentence is the biggest lie. I never said that it was a "great honor" to fight under Lomanov.

Among the people who participated in the "News Interview on the Deeds of Makyebuka", the only one who was more honest should be Daxia. At that time, she was sitting in front of the camera in a black veil, looking helpless, and told as if talking to herself:

"If only I had stopped him and made him a late flight! But now, Mark ...... Not even a single bone remained...... If I could do it again, I wouldn't ...... Let him go to a dead end. But he is no longer alive, and I will never see him again. ”

At this point, she couldn't stop crying.

On the afternoon of May 1, all television stations began to broadcast live "The funeral of Comrade Makhyebka". It was a quiet Labor Day, and the invitees gathered to wander the halls of the funeral home and talk in whispers about the sad event.

If I remember correctly, in this small martyr's cemetery funeral home, there have not been so many people.

I still remember...... That's where we saw off Victor last month. Now it's going to send away Makejebka again...... The clothes are up.

In the end, everyone waited in silence. Lomanov and Mosvenk came in side by side, followed by Dasha, senior officials of the Politburo of the Central Committee of the CPSU and representatives of the other four major members of the coalition forces, and members of the storm team such as Granzangm, all dressed in black.

The congregation stood and saluted with attention until the group was seated in the front row. There was silence again, and everyone fell into deep thought. Occasionally, there was a suppressed cry.

The host, Lomanov, painted a picture of me who died, saying how good I was. He also enumerated the great achievements of my life, and you can see at a glance how remarkable these examples are. They couldn't help but sadly recall that when these things happened, they used them as after-dinner conversations and did not pay attention to them.

The atmosphere became more and more sad, and finally they began to cry and weep, and the prime minister wiped away tears.

So when I accidentally made a squirting sound on the porch, no one noticed.

Soon, the door creaked open. The prime minister raised his eyes and looked at it, and was dumbfounded!

Eyes followed the Prime Minister, and in an instant, all the congregation stood up.

I felt a fever on my face as everyone, including the camera, stared blankly at me, the man the world thought was dead, and walked down the aisle to the podium.

Yes, I was hiding in the porch where no one was there, watching my funeral speech!

Premier...... I think you've won three Hollywood Best Actor competitions for your acting skills, Dugan!

I walked to the podium step by step, looking at the panic in the Prime Minister's eyes. Watch as he clenches his right hand and tries to pull a gun out of his pocket and shoot me dead.

He didn't know that after solving Lothea, I got a bad cold, but in Kazan I was lucky enough to meet Boris.

- "Great, Comrade Commander! You're alive! At that time, he hugged me excitedly and shouted excitedly, "Comrade Daxia, how happy they would be if they knew......

"Don't ......," I quickly interrupted Boris, "I'm alive...... Don't talk to anyone about it just yet...... I have my own intentions. ”

Boris thought that I was hiding the news that I was alive in order to surprise Darsh and Granzangm, so he agreed.

I stayed in Kazan for half a month, and after half a month, I got better. From Sacaluga's satellite phone, I learned that all the man-made gods were badly injured except for Agalib and Lothea.

(I saw only seven man-made gods at the scene: the six in Pyongyang, and the indignant Agaliber, who was dragged by a few of them.) ）

After I recovered from my illness, I also paid special attention to the news and learned that the black box had been found, and according to the analysis of the content of the black box conversation, it was the plane crash caused by the failure of the plane parts.

Of course, all the news said that I was not found, and it was unanimously ignored that Sakaluga was alive.

I still remember the afternoon of April 15. As I sat at a table drinking coffee at the window of Boris's apartment building that day, Boris came in with a bottle of vodka. I motioned for him to sit down next to him, and declined his invitation to drink.

"Wine not only shows the courage of the Soviet people," Boris said with a smile, "but also drinks more, sweats more, and colds heal faster." ”

"No......" I smiled awkwardly and replied, "I've got a good cold......

"Okay?" Boris let out a surprised laugh, "Great, Comrade Commander." We can go back to Moscow, right? ”

"Yes......" I replied softly, "but I have a good idea......

Before the voice fell, the phone next to the bedside table had already rang. I grabbed Boris by the wrist and wrote a few lines to him on a piece of paper.

It was Norblanca, the acting commander of the storm team, who had called him, and he had come to inform Boris not to miss my funeral on May 1.

"Thank you," I said briefly, "can you send me back to Moscow by April 30 and then reveal my whereabouts to anyone?" ”

"No problem!" Boris patted his chest and replied, "It's easy for me!" ”

On April 28, we arrived in Moscow. To Boris's surprise, by the time he arrived and drove back to the apartment, I was nowhere to be seen.

On April 29, I personally slit the throat of a drunken Simon Jones, put a sack on it, tied it with a stone, and threw it into the Moscow River.

I kept this Lomanov's dog in the first place to make Lomanov feel at ease, not to mention that I don't have to live with Lomanov.

But now it is not needed, because ...... His master was soon going to see Proudhon.

On April 30, I stood across the river from the Kremlin and watched seven figures.

Sure enough...... In addition to Pyongyang's six, can only Agalib come?

Before entering the Kremlin, Ian suddenly raised his head, and I immediately shrank to the shop next to me, and Ian did not see me when he turned back.

"What's wrong, Ian?" Ginny asked.

"It's okay...... Ian rubbed his head and sighed, "Just now...... I seem to smell Comrade Makejebka......"

"Well, big brother, don't think too much about it," said Agaliber, sighing, pulling Rain's trouser leg, "I know you're sad, but Mark Yebka...... ...... has been sacrificed"

"yes," Ian sighed, muttering to himself sadly, "I'm thinking too much. ”

On the evening of April 31, I hesitated for 10 minutes in the phone booth, the coin in my hand hanging above the slot, and I couldn't make up my mind.

Finally I put down the handset. To tell Dasha now is tantamount to telling Lomanov.

Not to mention...... I wanted to say to Darsha personally, "I'm sorry I'm late. ”——

Damn Makyebka, why...... Why aren't you dead yet! Don't...... Isn't it possible that man-made gods can't stop you?

Damn Lomanov, why...... Why kill me again! I'm already ...... I have forgiven you for what you did to your adoptive father!

You are my deepest nightmare.

I am your hated enemy.

I sit on the throne of all beings.

I stood in the pile of bones of the dead.

In this way, I walked step by step to the podium and watched as Lomanov's embarrassed face was filled with tears. I watched as his emotions spiraled out of control.

Lomanov felt the pistol at his waist, and I also felt the dagger on the inside of the uniform. As long as he dares to do it, I dare to "defend myself".

Just as the atmosphere was sinking down for some unknown reason, a fragrant wind suddenly rushed into my arms.

"Hey...... Daxia ...... "Looking at Daxia with tears in his arms, I don't know what to do.

"You bastard!" She lifted her teary eyes and cried out, "Do you know how worried I was about you when you died? ”

"Smack-" I tilted my head, and a hot patch burned on my face. Before I could react, a small mouth was already stuffed into my mouth.

I wanted to protest, but when my lubricated delicate tongue reached into my mouth, I was deprived of my ability to speak. I even forgot where I was and who I was......

I only remembered it in hindsight...... This funeral ...... It's a live broadcast by satellite around the world......

It was only after I finally (or reluctantly) pushed Dasha away that I noticed that Lomanov was behind Dasha, glaring at us with a gloomy look.

Never mind...... Let you be refreshed for a while...... Anyway, you don't have much time to stare at people.