Qiao Du woke up in Su Hong's bed and yawned.

Picking up his phone to confirm the time, he found that there were several pushes.

One of them is the news of Wang's burial today.

"These unscrupulous self-media don't even let others die when they die!"

Qiao Twilight reprimanded, then got up and looked at the time of the funeral.

"It's still too late."

He had breakfast, packed up, and sent a WeChat message to Zhou Mingke to tell her that he was going to a funeral home, so he took a bus and came to Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

Familiar with the road is like going back to your own home.

Qiao Du saw that the funeral home was very lively today.

There are many unrelated people, probably all of whom are self-media reporters.

These people, who ran faster than anyone else when they encountered things, gathered here early.

Wang Ke is not from Jiangcheng, and today he was cremated in a funeral home, and his parents took away his ashes.

Due to the recent turmoil, there was no memorial service at first, but I don't know who leaked the news, which led to the gathering of self-media, and even some serious reporters.

Qiao Du was really curious about how idle some people were.

The current affairs of people's livelihood are not reported, but they come to chase this kind of content.

Instead of walking with the reporters, he slipped through another door into the empty mourning hall, where he became friends with the funeral home staff.

In the mourning hall, there is a coffin.

In addition, there are some people.

Qiao Duan saw Wang Ke's parents, I don't know if it was his delusion, the two of them felt a lot older, and their hair was whiter.

Others, presumably the staff of the funeral home.

No friends, no other relatives, simple.

Behind the coffin hung a black-and-white photo of Wang Ke, younger than Qiao Dui remembered, probably an ID photo from the archives of the police station, very serious.

Wang Ke's mother almost collapsed, only holding on to the coffin and crying silently.

His father stood straight, staring at the statue.

His back is very similar to Wang Ke.

Qiao Du walked forward, came to the two of them, and bowed deeply to the statue.

Noticing Qiao Dui's sudden appearance, the staff of the funeral home were a little surprised.

"You are?"

Wang Ke's father looked at Qiao Dui, this young man seemed to have no malice, but a sincere expression.

"Hello uncle, I am a friend of Wang Ke."

Qiao Twilight told the truth.

"We didn't invite anyone else to come."

Wang Ke's father muttered.

"Well, because Wang Ke saved me, I want to come and see him for the last time."

Qiao Du said.

"Saved you?"

Wang Ke's father frowned slightly.

"I don't know if you know the account of the 'scientific exploration bot' of Treehole.com?"

Qiao Du estimated that the two old men might have been exhausted recently, and they didn't watch the relevant news on the Internet, so they asked.

The old father shook his head, not knowing what he remembered, and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I know that it is now said on the Internet that it was my son who killed an entire building, but I don't believe it."

Wang Ke's father looked at Qiao Dui.

"Although he is ignorant, has poor grades, and loves to get into trouble, I know that he is not the one who would do that kind of thing."

"Hmm."

Qiao Du nodded, then took out her mobile phone, opened the app of Tree Cave Network, and found the novel she wrote.

"Uncle, you can take a look at this article."

Although Wang Ke's father was puzzled, he still took Qiao Dui's mobile phone, and after just one glance, he couldn't take his eyes off.

A few minutes later, he called his wife, who was crying next to the coffin, and the two sat in the first row and read together.

They read slowly, slowly.

As if in this way, he can stretch out the time and look at his son more, even if it is just a description of words.

Half an hour later, Wang Ke's mother couldn't cry anymore, so she could only put down her mobile phone and her body convulsed.

And Wang Ke's father raised his head and looked at Qiao Dui.

"Wang Ke told me, he said that he had called his mother and was going to go home to see, he said, in fact, he just couldn't get along with himself, he said, after so many years, it's time to put it down, in front of his desk, in the most conspicuous position, there has always been a photo of your family."

Qiao Du took back her phone and said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the mother bent down, and only the staccato whimper echoed in the silent mourning hall.

"At the last moment, he actually had the opportunity to leave me and escape, but he still chose to come back, in the face of indescribable, beyond the imagination of fear, he did not flinch, Wang Ke from beginning to end, is an upright person."

Qiao Du knew that although the abnormal space he experienced was illusory, in reality, Wang Ke must have made the same choice and saved the residents of Room 404.

Or rather.

Even if he does it again, Wang Ke will still choose to sacrifice himself to save people who may have only met on the first day.

A person's character is his destiny.

Wang Ke's father did not speak.

He only walked slowly to the coffin.

"Silly son."

It took a long time for the father's lips to tremble and spit out a word.

He looked at the serious, unsmiling black-and-white photograph and gently rested his hand on the cold coffin.

"I have always told him that I don't force him to be an excellent person, only one thing, I must be an upright person and be worthy of my heart."

"And he did."

Qiao Dui's voice came from behind her.

If Wang Ke's will is not so strong, if he has the slightest wavering and evil thoughts, the shadow that envelops the entire building will immediately swallow him and turn him into a walking corpse.

But he did.

This is the greatest courage that ordinary people show in the face of those strange and unpredictable anomalies.

Wang Ke's father heard Qiao Dui's words.

His eyes were red, but he always suppressed his tears, and then saluted Qiao Dui.

He is a retired police officer.

For decades, he protected those ordinary people.

Presumably, Wang Ke also saw all this in his eyes, so that he could practice his will in the end.

No matter how the father and son argued, Wang Ke still lived like his father.

Qiao Du sighed softly.

In the distance of infinity, golden silk threads hung down, entwining the two old men.

"Mom, Dad!"

Wang Ke's parents suddenly heard a strange and familiar voice coming from behind them.

They hurriedly turned around, only to see Wang Ke standing not far away, waving at them, full of spirit, as if within reach.

"I'm back."

Wang Ke said.

“...... It's all grown so tall. ”

Wang Ke's father hesitated for a moment, sighing.

The next moment, in front of them, there was only the black and white statue, and the cold coffin, and the light hit it, leaving a deep shadow.

It's like the way home, so long, so long.

The two turned around, but they didn't find Qiao Dui.

And outside the mourning hall.

Qiao Du put the phone in his pocket, and he could feel that the trend of thought was slowly changing, and the completion of his [Old House Youxi] had also improved a lot.

A few familiar people walked up, it was Cui Yi'an and his colleagues.

Cui Yi'an looked at Qiao Du suspiciously, he didn't know why Qiao Du was here, but there were more important things at the moment.

The survivor of Room 404 woke up, and he recounted his experience that night, except for some supernatural parts, which turned out to be exactly the same as Qiao Dui's description!

It turned out that Song Zhongwei and Liu Wan really had a quarrel, and Song Zhongwei killed Liu Wan by mistake, and after that, the people in the building seemed to lose their minds for some reason and began to kill each other, and Wang Ke finally sacrificed himself in order to save the survivor.

Cui Yi'an feels that his worldview has been seriously challenged.

He walked towards the mourning hall, and now he needed Wang Ke's parents to cooperate with the investigation, Cui Yi'an felt that the truth was not far from him.

He walked forward quickly, and was about to push open the door of the mourning hall, but found a woman standing in the doorway.

She wore a waist-length three-strand braid, and her hair was thick as ink.

"Hello, is this Officer Cui, I wonder if I can take up some of your time?"

The woman smiled, and the words seemed to have a magical power, causing Cui Yi'an to take his hand off the doorknob of the mourning hall and turn his gaze to her.