On December 24, the day after the assassination attempt was completely completed.

In front of a spacious mourning hall rented by a private owner, a pale woman of about twenty-five years old stood quietly.

She carried a basket full of white flowers in her hand and silently handed it to relatives and friends who came to mourn one after another.

The woman's hair was coiled up and wrapped in a black hairnet, and her clothes were as elegant as her makeup, and she could see that she was already very haggard, but she still tried to show gratitude to everyone who came.

At half past ten in the morning, the mourning hall was already crowded with people, in addition to relatives, there were many policemen lined up to mourn, they were all Wang Sen's colleagues, not only out of personal wishes, but also in the instructions of their superiors.

Tian Ling, Brother Hao Ran and Sun Yingying helped greet the people who came and went, Tian Ling did not wear a mask, but because he was worried that others would not feel comfortable when they looked at his face, he put a piece of breathable gauze on the position of his nose.

"Wang Baoqing, President of Baoqing University, came to mourn! The deceased is gone, mourn on the Day of the Dead! ”

At the entrance of the mourning hall, Brother Haoran shouted at the top of his voice, and a pock-faced woman wearing black suit and flat shoes walked in quickly.

She took a white flower from the woman's basket in front of the door and put it on her chest, and beside her, a man dressed as a secretary took out two handbags of cash and gently placed them on the table.

Wang Baoqing beckoned, and three or four men behind him carried wreaths and placed them on the side of the mourning hall, and then quietly retreated.

Tianling hurriedly stepped forward and led Wang Baoqing to the statue and handed her a pillar of incense.

Wang Baoqing stretched out her hand to take it, bent down slightly to mourn for a moment, and then inserted the incense on the incense burner on the top of the green smoke, she straightened up, took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment and said:

"Tianling, the information of this assassination operation is wrong, the Japanese people are cunning and insidious, in addition to the targets on the list, they also assassinated many defenseless excellent members, I heard that you were also attacked, fortunately, it's okay, Wang Sen, he ...... It was my negligence. ”

Tianling shook his head, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth, he just kept his mouth tight.

Wang Baoqing sighed and turned to leave.

Outside the door, a black Mercedes-Benz Maybach S680 slowly stopped on the side of the road, and a sturdy man in a black business suit stepped out of the car.

Brother Haoran at the door saw that this person had a spirit all over his body, and hurriedly shouted:

"Dongsheng Martial Arts Pavilion Wei Zichuan came to mourn! The deceased is gone, mourn on the Day of the Dead! ”

Wei Zichuan strode into the mourning hall, took the white flower handed by the woman and put it in the pocket of his suit jacket, nodded to Tianling who came over, and then took out a bank card from his arms, took out a blank piece of paper from the side and wrote down a string of numbers, wrapped the card and handed it to Sun Yingying, who was sitting at the table.

After finishing the incense, Wei Zichuan beckoned to Tianling and motioned for him to go out and talk.

The two walked outside the door, Wei Zichuan took out a cigarette and threw it to Tianling, and then lit one himself, he took a deep breath and said slowly:

"The two Japanese assassins who escaped after attacking Wang Sen have been chased and killed by me in the western suburbs, but because of violating the rules of the group, I have been banned from leaving the third district for a year, there is nothing extremely important, you had better not leave the third district casually in the near future."

"yes, got it." Tianling nodded, and smoke came out of his nostrils through the gauze, a little ridiculous.

"In addition, the reason why you were assassinated was because they didn't know about the destruction of your luck, but fortunately, you misjudged your strength, so you survived. But the other members were not so lucky, just our three districts, in this operation of the Wa Kingdom killed twenty-seven members of the very potential, although we also killed a lot of Wa Assassins, but still suffered heavy losses. ”

Wei Zichuan finished smoking a whole cigarette in three bites, and wanted to throw the cigarette butt on the ground, but after thinking about it, he still walked a few more steps and threw it into the trash can on the side.

At this moment, a man in a police uniform ran out of the mourning hall, came to Wei Zichuan in a hurry, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Tianling didn't really hear it, but vaguely heard "him...... District 4, here ......"

Wei Zichuan frowned, nodded to the man in the police uniform after a while, and didn't say anything.

"Brother Wei, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing."

The two stood at the door for a while, and Brother Haoran beckoned to the two: "This is about to read the eulogy, come in." ”

The mournful music echoed in the mourning hall, and a host who had been invited to read the eulogy put down the short manuscript that he had read many times, brewed his emotions, walked to the statue, faced the crowd, and said in a trembling and loud voice:

"Friends and relatives, everyone...... Guests, it is with great sadness that we deeply mourn Comrade Wang Sen. Comrade Wang Sen has been engaged in detective work for many years, and has been conscientiously and silently dedicated, and countless people have been helped by him, and he is such a good person, who unfortunately suffered a car accident the day before yesterday and died after rescue efforts failed. ”

"I know that everyone can't understand the pain of losing a loved one, we can only pray silently in our hearts for the deceased, hoping that they will live well in another heaven, no one can comfort you, I can only tell you softly, the deceased is like this! I can only remember it in my heart!"

"He who has gone has gone, but he certainly doesn't want us living people to suffer. He must have hoped that we, after expressing a moderate amount of sorrow, should still live well. He will bless us in another world!"

"Let's mourn for him together, and then bravely move on to a new life!"

After saying that, the host turned around and bowed his head in silence in front of the statue, and everyone else also held their hands in front of them and bowed their heads in silence.

For a while, in addition to the mourning music still echoing in the audience, only the sobbing sound of a woman was left.

——

——

On the side of the road outside the mourning hall, a white Bentley V8 was parked on the side of the road, and a man with his back sat in the back seat of the car.

The man opened the window halfway, listened to the mournful music coming from inside, closed his eyes and slowly shook his bare feet, as if he remembered something from the past, his face was heavy.

"Let's go."

After listening to the host's reading inside, the man said to the driver, and the window slowly closed as the car moved forward.

Time passed slowly but firmly, and the people who came to mourn gradually dispersed, and the woman in plain shirt looked at the wreaths in the hall and the total of 14.13 million condolences received in the account, her face was full of blankness.

"Brush—"

A broken pen fell out of an envelope marked "Tianling", along with the 100,000 bank card in the woman's hand.

The woman picked up the bloodstained pen and gently placed it on the wooden table where the portrait was placed.

At this time, Tianling was speeding on the highway in a car, with the other half of the broken pen in his hand.

Loud music was playing in the car, and Tianling was leaning on the sunken roof of the car, muttering to himself:

"Although you say that you are borrowing or not giving, I have to keep a thought, Brother Sen."