After the assassination, the Japanese police rushed towards Longtou Avenue and quickly surrounded the street, which was impassable.

On the avenue, all kinds of people are crowded together, and it is chaotic. Among them were people who had nothing to do to watch the excitement, British, French, and American patrolmen who pulled the yellow cordon to maintain order, reporters from various newspapers who were scurrying around, workers wearing large masks and preparing to carry corpses, and the person in charge of the Japanese consulate and the senior patrol officer of the Gudao Ministry of Industry. There are also many people of unknown nationality and identity, but who have a keen sense.

On Longtou Street, martial law has been put under full limit.

The patrol officers of the patrol house carefully checked everyone who carried or carried something, especially those who carried long and narrow boxes or suitcases, in an attempt to find any clues and intercept every suspicious person.

Master Danfu Du proposed a birdcage to crowd in the crowd, looked around intently, and glanced at a few members of the Anti-Enemy Support Association on Drum Island, and a few people slipped away quietly.

In the afternoon, on a remote hill adjacent to the sea, the triangular plum blossoms are in full bloom. A new grave has been added to the flowering triangular plum, and the tombstone reads "The Tomb of Ma Yuntian's Brothers".

Wang Donghai, Liu Zifeng and Wang Ping bowed to the grave three times.

Liu Zifeng said sadly: "Brother Wang, people can't be resurrected after death, and the festival is mournful." ”

Wang Donghai turned around and said with tears in his eyes: Thank you two for risking death to save each other, I, Wang Donghai, will never forget it. My good partner and good brother Yuntian is gone, and I want to accompany him alone.

Liu Zifeng and Wang Ping looked at each other.

Liu Zifeng handed a bottle of wine to Wang Donghai and said, "Brother Wang, take care!" ”

After speaking, the two quietly left.

On the hillside, the cold sea breeze blows incessantly, and it looks extremely desolate.

Wang Donghai burned a pile of paper in front of Ma Yuntian's grave, and the paper burned in the wind, baking his cheeks full of tears.

Wang Donghai looked at the rolling and jumping flames, and remembered Ma Yuntian's voice and smile, he couldn't help choking, and his tears couldn't stop falling.

Wang Donghai wiped his tears with his hands, and then sat cross-legged in front of the grave. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, lit both at the same time, and stuck one in front of the grave.

He opened another bottle of liquor, filled two glasses of wine, spilled one on the floor, and drank the other dry.

Wang Donghai said sadly: "Brother, remember the first time we met, it was also next to a secret tomb. Stationmaster Zhang Zhongmin said that the purpose of meeting in this place is to tell you that since you have chosen the profession of agent, you will become a person who challenges death all the time. In the face of opponents, either you die or I die. At first, I didn't think so, I always felt that we were wise and brave, and death would not favor us, but being born and dying again and again, and coming back to life again and again, gave me a deeper understanding of life and death, and a deeper feeling for my partner. ”

Wang Donghai drank another glass of wine, choked up and said: "Yuntian, I admit that we are wise, brave, and strong, but we are also suffering, lonely, and suffering. This kind of pain is deep in the heart, penetrating to the marrow, and is miserable and helpless. Your departure has made me lose my right arm, and I seem to have become a wasted person all of a sudden. If I could trade my life for yours, I would rather lie in this cold ground, and I would be transcendent! ”

Wang Donghai said and poured another glass of wine on the ground and said: "I still remember what Stationmaster Zhang said that in the face of powerful enemies and devastated rivers and mountains, loneliness often walks with justice, and pain often goes with nirvana. Dear brother, it is our responsibility and our value to fight the enemy, and I firmly believe that our blood and tears will not be shed in vain, and we will never be defeated by evil and aggressors. I want to kill more Japanese invaders with the gun in my hand to comfort and pay tribute to your heroic spirit......"

It was getting dark, Wang Donghai wiped his tears, stood up and said, "Brother Yuntian, you have a good rest here, and when I take time, I will come to accompany you again." ”

After speaking, he bowed deeply towards Yuntian's tomb before reluctantly leaving.