The great tragdian Eury Peters once said, "A solemn funeral is nothing but a vanity of the living." ”

This is the opening sentence of Feng Fugui's will.

He told Lu Wen that the day he entered the industry, he had already written his will.

In fact, many executives have thin wills under their pillows or in their bookcases.

Feng Fugui's home is not in the city, it is an old house in the suburbs, so he rests most of the time in the executive board.

Although Du Changqing is hypocritical, he has made a good start to the Executive Board.

After he left, many of the Executive Board's executives had the habit of donating.

Feng Fugui is also the recipient of his donation to a children's welfare home.

[Cremation, try not to waste land resources]

【Funeral Simplified】

[All relics are sold or donated directly]

[Please keep this old house for me]

【……】

The death of a third-level executive can cause quite a stir.

His funeral can last for a long time, and friends and colleagues who have made friends and colleagues over the decades will come to his tombstone to tell how much they miss him.

Lu Wen sat in the living room of this old house.

The old sofa was covered with gray cloth, the TV was dusty, and the sunlight shone through the wooden windows, and the tiny particles floated gently in the light.

On the coffee table in the living room is a decades-old cassette player.

There's a tape in it.

Lu Wen pressed the play button.

The tape turns slowly.

Nostalgic music echoes in the empty living room.

It's the old executive's favorite Dock of Fools, an old love song.

Feng Fugui's ancestors lived by the sea and have been fishermen for generations.

People who live by the sea have a bit of a sea feeling, and even if they leave later, they often miss those stormy days, when the boats rose and fell in the rough waves, and the fishermen returned with a full load.

The old executive had no relatives and was once married, but it wasn't long before his wife was killed in a car accident due to the criminal's revenge.

Lu Wen slowly got up and put down the will in his hand.

He came to the gate.

This old house, let's leave it as it is.

The wooden gate closed slowly.

He then drove to a welfare home.

According to Feng Fugui's habit, he would go back to this welfare home every once in a while, bringing some snacks, candy or toys.

Other people have already had children and grandchildren under his knees when they reached his age, but he had lived alone for a long time, and this old man might also want to experience that feeling.

Lu Wen informed the dean of the truth, and then donated Feng Fugui's remaining property to this welfare home according to the content of the will.

"The funeral has begun, when are you coming?"

It was Wei Bo'an who called.

"Right now."

Lu Wen hung up the phone.

This funeral is destined to be simple.

Outside that public cemetery, countless fans of the wandering poet, like pilgrims, looked sad and dressed in black, and surrounded the entire cemetery.

The two finally agreed with Feng Fugui's opinion.

The influence of the wandering poets must be removed, or the city of Mou will gradually take another path, and the city does not need the enforcers of the night.

Lu Wen came to the outermost part of the cemetery.

"It's Lu Wen, he's here too." There were whispers in the crowd.

"What does the report say? The poet was shot with a shotgun by a criminal and finally repented in the flames? Could it be that Lu Wen did it to him? Someone asked.

Lu Wen did not give an image of the time.

So people are quite curious about what happened in the fire last night.

"It's unlikely, Lu Wen has a pretty good relationship with Chief Feng, as well as Chief Wei of the tenth district, and the three of them often eat together during this time."

The crowd around the cemetery has severely hampered traffic around the cemetery.

There was also a steady stream of people from other regions who wanted to say goodbye to the legendary wandering poet for the last time.

Feng Fugui's body has been cremated overnight.

After living for a lifetime, in the end there is only a small black box left.

The crowd made way for Lu Wen.

Presiding over the funeral was a second-level executive officer of the Executive Board, and according to Feng Fugui's last wishes, everything was simple, and everyone in the Executive Board sat around and listened to him read the eulogy.

Wei Boan sat at the front, in fact, he was the one who should preside over the funeral, but he didn't.

Lu Wen couldn't see any emotion on his face, this middle-aged man had been calm since last night.

"Chief Feng joined the Executive Board at the age of twenty-two, and by now, thirty-six years have passed, and he has seen a lot of the dark side of the world, his parents were killed by criminals, his wife died in a car accident, and it was later found out that it was also committed by criminals who had just been released from prison, and the world owed him too much, perhaps because he was worried that he would no longer be able to uphold justice after retirement, he chose to become the guardian of the night......"

The people of this world uphold the idea that the dead are great.

No matter how many things that wandering poet did in his lifetime that he shouldn't have done, he is now dead.

With a lifetime of glory and infamy, forever sleeping in the dark underground.

The funeral ended quickly.

One by one, the people who came to mourn came forward to offer flowers or words of thanks, and some would curse a few words.

Lu Wen and Wei Boan left the scene early.

This thing is over, and there are other things waiting for them.

"Chief Lu, Chief Wei......"

They were followed by an intern from the 15th District Executive Directorate, his tone doubtful and unstoppable.

"Do you want to ask the truth of the matter?" Lu Wen looked at him,

"Yes." The intern nodded, his face childish.

"The truth is what you see."

Lu Wen patted him on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

While he was having lunch, the head of the 13th District Executive Board called him.

Considering Lu Wen's current influence and the closure of the big case of the wandering poet.

Asked over there if he needed to be re-rated.

If the review is passed, Lu Wen is likely to become the only android third-level executive in District 13, and may even be the only one in the entire Mowu City.

"It's a little too fast." Lu Wen said.

"We have considered this comprehensively, you are now the face of the 13th District Executive Board, and to be honest, the credit is enough, the number of fugitives you have captured in the 15th District during this period is worth the sum of several years of other executive officers, many of whom have lives in their hands." Said on the other end of the phone.

"It's as simple as that?"

"It's as simple as that...... In fact, just ending the wandering poets is already a great achievement, and you have successfully prevented more wandering poets from appearing in Mou City. ”

"Okay then, please inform me about it."

There are many institutions within the Executive Board, with countless departments, large and small.

Lu Wen has a headache to go through these processes, if he is an intern with no background, it will take several days to go through the process of becoming a regular person, and he will have to cover more than 20 chapters, but fortunately, the procedures for his regular transformation were handled by Xia Chuluo.

Lunch is still a food stall by the sea.

The two sat opposite each other.

"What are your plans for the future?" Lu Wen looked at Wei Bo'an.