After the death of the mourning standard, I don't know if it was the negligence of the police, or the intention of the British superintendent who was still in contact with the black club, the mourning standard was the identity of the undercover policeman, and it was soon exposed by a fruit media. When the bereaved target's daughter was in school, she was kidnapped, and his young and beautiful wife, in order to save her daughter, went into the territory of the gangsters alone with millions of cash, and was humiliated in every way......

The next day, she hanged herself too.

The British superintendent reluctantly buried their family in the Hao Garden under all kinds of difficulties, and posthumously awarded the Golden Bauhinia Medal, but ...... For a hero who has disappeared, what is the meaning of more awards and bonuses........

Liu Qiqiang knew that the power of justice was very small before absolute evil..... so after he came out and confirmed the mourning matter, he had faded out of the Black Society. Stay away from that land of right and wrong.

Try to forget the memories of the mourning mark as well.

"No, you want to!" Xue Rou rolled up her sleeves and said "gently".

Qiqiang looked at her biceps...... Although it is small, the dense green tendons and blood vessels are ......

No way!

No wonder she can kill Ah Zhuang with one punch,

This kind of muscle is made from the originally thick muscle, which has been trained by more arduous "purification", and only the kind of professional sanda and wrestling masters can have.

"Come with me to the music room!" Cheryl pulled him and forced him to the music room.

Qiqiang knew that he had no choice.

"Bad! Bad, bad again! ”

Xue Rou rummaged through the chaotic pile of musical instruments in the warehouse, but couldn't find an intact clarinet, and in a fit of anger, she took Liu Qiqiang to the cadre room.

"You're so lucky, in this room, only the senior cadres of the Silver Band can come in, and you are the first to enter...... Stranger. Cheryl said, on an old shelf, continuing to search.

Liu Qiqiang looked around curiously, this room looked like an old small warehouse. There was a video television set inside, and there was a whole row of shelves against the wall, some large and some small, with various musical instruments on it. Some of the boxes were badly damaged, broken, and the instruments were exposed. Some are carefully maintained.

In the center of the room, there is a large table full of miscellaneous items and team members' school bags. In front of the large table is a whiteboard, on which is the band's emblem.

A large iron brand of a one-horned horse.

It reads: "Pour to the end." slogan.

On the left side of the room, there is a small cabinet with previous trophies and group photos, Liu Qiqiang picked up the oldest photo album of the year, looked at the yellowed old photos, and there seemed to be a loud horn in his ears. The room was stuffy, and the smell of wood and metal filled the air, reminiscent of the glorious performances of the past.

The entire cadre room still retains the atmosphere of the era.

"Find you, or you try this." It's just that Xue Rou came out with a very new instrument box, which seems to be particularly well maintained, and the name tag of the previous one on it has not been torn off.

"Although this instrument was the personal instrument of our original founding captain, after he graduated, he left it to us, which is super expensive. Moreover, it has a lot of historical value. ”

"Then don't use it well. Let's leave it at that. Qiqiang said embarrassedly.

"No....... such a good instrument, if you keep it here, it loses its value. Take it. Xue Rou said.

Qi Qiang carefully took the instrument, hiccuped in his heart, and then put it on the table and opened it.

But he saw a black and shiny clarinet appear before his eyes.

"That's amazing..... it's St. Stephen's Black Unicorn series from 198x." Qi Qiang exclaimed: "The world's No. 1 music master said that the image of the clarinet originally came from the horns of a unicorn horse. ”

"Like?" Cheryl frowned.

"Isn't it like?" Qiqiang put the clarinet diagonally on his forehead, and the image came out immediately. ”

"Do you know how to assemble it?"

"Of course!"

This was the first time he had touched the clarinet after being locked up in a boys' home for half a year...... After he assembled it, he couldn't help but play a song in front of Cheryl