John. Carson's funeral was both solemn and dreary. Use the reader,!

His brother published an elegantly worded obituary in several mainstream newspapers, and close members of the Carson family, close friends of the Carson family, right-hand men of banks and investment firms, and colleagues from the Institute of Marine Biology and Green Peace received black-edged envelopes informing them of the tragic news, indicating the time, place, and approximate number of people attending the funeral, accompanied by a traffic map and contact numbers, one for a man and one for a woman.

The funeral was held in one of the oldest churches in the Carson family's hometown, and the four walls of the church were filled with large windows of biblical stories in the shape of spires, colored glass inlaid with metal salts and oxides, gold produced sour fruit "color", cobalt produced blue "color", silver produced yellow "color", gold and copper produced green "color" and red "color", cut into a predetermined shape and inlaid with lead strips to form a painting, when the light passed through them, one could only see black "color" lines and colorful "color" blocks on the ground- They are said to bring human souls closer to God; At the end of the corridor was an oak cross the height of three adults, dark brown, with an old altar in front of the cross and a decent coffin underneath.

John. Carson had been cleaned and beautified, his head was so badly damaged that the make-up artist had patched it up with plaster, silicone, glue, paint, and wig, and the end result looked neither good nor bad: he looked like a wax museum collection, but much better than the original. His ex-wife dressed him in a special black gown with a slit at the back, his hands flat at his sides, his legs straight — the leg that had come home two days before his master thawed and was treated and sewn back into his body.

The invitees arrived on time, about three hundred, and twenty rows of dark "colored" wood-backed benches were filled to their feet. Carson's younger brother with his wife, children, and John. Carson's ex-wife and daughter sat in the front row. Other relatives and friends sat around them.

Father John. Carson gave a short eulogy, then bowed to the coffin and prayed for him, before finally turning around and saying, "Let's pray for him." ”

Everyone clasped their hands and bowed their heads.

The priest noticed that at the end of the bench sat a man in his thirties, with dark brown skin, a shirt of exceptional white color, and a meticulous black tie. The glasses with gold wire, the problem is in this glasses, he is like a doll in chapter 122, either one to the left or to the right, or to move forward together, if it weren't for the mother holding her daughter's waist and grabbing her arm with the other hand, Chiz. Carson had long since lost count of how many times he was going to fall. She is still on cocaine withdrawal treatment, and the most prominent withdrawal symptoms are drowsiness, sluggishness, and disorientation, and some people who know something about the situation begin to whisper...... As he walked down the steps outside the side door, Cade. Carson, also known as John. Carson's brother wants to help. She refused.

The hearse carrying the coffin moved slowly, followed by the black "colored" cars in which the people were riding, and rain fell in the sky.

The tomb is located on the east side of the cemetery, where most of the Carson family are buried, the tomb has been dug up, the black hole is hollow, and there are piles of open turf next to it, and they will be covered back later.

"God Almighty, for he is merciful. Let us return the soul of our loved one to God, and we will bury his body in the ground," said the priest, who bent down and grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it into the grave. "Let the earth return to the dust, the ashes to the ashes, and the dust to the dust, we do this. For we truly hope that the dead will be resurrected to eternal life through the Lord Jesus Christ. Then Jesus will use his power to bring all things to His own and transform our lowly bodies as His own glorious bodies. ”

More dirt was taken by John. Carson's relatives and friends were thrown into the tomb, "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name." Until the last one, the long-awaited workers could not wait to wave their shovels, fill in the tombs, tamp the ground with electric rammers, and lay the turf: "Thy kingdom come." Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven...... Give us this day our daily bread. forgive us our debts, just as we forgive our debtors. He will not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil. ”

"For all is yours the kingdom and the power and the glory forever, amen."

Chiz. Carson leaned into his mother's arms with a blank face, and no matter what others said or did, she ignored them and looked like she was breathing more than a dead man.

"Chitz," Cade. Carson said, "Let me take you home, okay?" He looked at Chiz and her mother and shook his head, "You're not fit to drive," he said to his brother's widow, "You have to look at Curious, don't you?" ”

Chizz was scratched on the waist, and she heard her mother's breathing pause, and then she said, "Okay." ”

***

"John. Carson was a tiny, tiny part of my life, and I was less familiar with him than the school guards. So far, he's only visited me twice, Chapter 122, or dived to the bottom of the ocean to study the hairy worms, and I think I'll be able to tolerate his absence from my wedding, the baptisms and confirmations of my children, and I'll support his cause, and I'll send him gifts—one for his birthday, one for Christmas, one for Easter, and if he needs it, I'll give him Ascension and Whitsunday if he needs it—as long as he lives. ”

……

Chiz's mother sobbed under her breath, deeply remorseful. No, not because of her and John. Carson was divorced, but she shouldn't have let Chiz know too much about her father...... John. Carson did barely get into the slightest bit of fatherhood, but she didn't want Chiz to feel like an outcast—she subtly glorified John. Carson, who has described John more than once. How handsome, tall, and intelligent Carson was, how well he had achieved in school and in the institute, his courage, his perseverance, his yearning for good things...... And how he was looking forward to Chiz's birth—she just wanted Chiz to feel the love that might have been nothing at all.

She just wanted the best for her.

***

Cade. Carson was going to go home, but a phone call made him change his mind.

He drove directly to his company, it was already time to get off work, the building was dark and quiet, and the guards opened the door for him and turned on the lights.

"There's a Mr. Cross who will come to see me, and when you see him, bring him up." He commanded, walking into his office.

A man sat quietly in his leather chair.

Cade was so startled that he almost screamed.

"What's so surprising, Mr. Carson?" The man said, "You should have received a call from me earlier. ”

"But how did you get in?" Cade. Carson shouted under his breath, he had always been mindful of the company's safety.

"There are our friends everywhere." The man stood up, straightened his black tie and gold-rimmed glasses, and made a gesture of giving way: "You're also our friend, aren't you?" ”

Cade. Carson had to take a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, he sat back in his place, the leather chair immediately wrapped him, and he felt much safer: "Chegalle. Is Bisandi so desperate? ”

Mr. Cross did not continue on the subject: "You will be in a hurry, too—I got the news three hours ago that the finance ministers are in a meeting. ”

Cade. Carson stood up suddenly, and he opened his mouth for a long time, "...... About what? His voice trembled.

- If it's just money, Chegalle on the other side of the Western Continent. Than Sandi is not enough to be Cade. Carson was included in the scope of the cooperation, and it was the other side of the Bessandi family that really struck him, who controlled the finance minister of the region and thus the source of the fountain of wealth.

They can get the most correct information before everybody.

This is CapitaLand. Carson wants it. He could almost imagine how the Carson family would be prosperous and wealthy in the future—especially now that there was no John. Carson.

Cade's brother has no interest in finance, but he owns six percent of the Carson family's largest financial investment firm. Carson's men offered him a fifty million investment (for that damn documentary) in exchange for his support, and he agreed.

Cade. Carson had to bury him completely.

I'm sorry, brother, but it's a must.

(To be continued)

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