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Everyone was wearing formal clothes and lined up on both sides of the road.

Ji Xuanjing didn't have a police uniform, and for some reason, he couldn't take off his mountain and river clothes, so he couldn't stand in the police force, he could only stand by the tree and watch from a distance.

Evergreen pine trees and tall and upright cypress trees are planted in the Martyrs Cemetery, symbolizing the perseverance and unyielding soul and quality of soldiers.

Autumn is here, and the sky in Beijing has also changed. The last sun also disappeared today, followed by continuous rain, roaring thunder and lightning.Crows hovered above everyone's heads, making hoarse chirping sounds.

The crows are unknown, and the garden has been chased away many times, but these crows seem to have spirituality, and they can't be driven away. They even pecked several people who wanted to sneak in and destroy them, protecting the sleeping heroes in the cemetery.

A group of black crows landed on a cypress tree close to the police station, watching everything that happened below with their dark eyes.If you look up, such a scene will make people stand on end.

The place prepared for Yuan Lie has already been cleaned up, waiting for the master to return.

"Welcome!" Zhang Ju, as the highest leader of the police station, naturally became the host of the funeral.

"Hats off!"

All the police officers moved in unison, taking off their hats and putting them on their left arms.

The guard of honor came first. They held a huge national flag that was flat and unwrinkled, with dignified faces, and slowly appeared at the end of the road with standard goose steps, passing in front of everyone.

Behind the national flag are two policemen holding wreaths, they are Zhang Hu and Da Chong.There is nothing I can do for Yuan Lie, but to accompany him through the last journey.

Then there was a huge wail, which was full of pain and reluctance, as well as deep sadness.Following the portrait of Yuan Lie, his corpse and his mother who was over [-] years old came along.

Holding the box containing Yuan Lie's body firmly in his hand, Du Bo walked forward without looking sideways.Yuan Lie's mother was holding on to the wooden box tightly, she had no strength to stand up, her legs were weak and bent, she had to kneel on the ground when she had a chance, and she could only move forward with the support of the police officers next to her.

The old man kept groping the box with his hands, trying to snatch the box from Dubo's hand vigorously.

"My son!" The old man's hand hit the wooden box heavily, hitting the back of Du Bo's hand, and it turned red immediately.

Du Bo's hands didn't tremble at all, they were still so steady, and the speed of his steps remained the same.

It's hard not to be touched by such a scene.They are usually awe-inspiring and reassuring people's police/policemen. They are synonymous with being unsmiling and serious.Whoever falls, none of them can fall.Can bleed but not cry.

But it was such a group of resolute people, when they saw the small wooden box, the heart-piercing cries of the old mother echoed in their ears, and they couldn't help but turn their eyes red.

Du Bo has already reached Zhang Ju's position.He stopped, still looking ahead.In front of him is the tall monument to the public security martyrs, soaring into the sky, surrounded by the images of the people's heroes and the police, and on the top is a solemn police badge. The pure white marble body of the monument symbolizes the immortality of heroes.

After today, Yuan Lie's name will also appear on this.

It began to rain lightly, and the police officers supporting the old man hurriedly took off their clothes to shield her from the rain, while Du Bo still stood there, motionless like a mountain.Kobayashi, who was in the queue, went out to block the rainwater dripping on the box.

Some police officers also spontaneously came to Yuan Lie's tombstone in silence, and used their bodies to form a tight barrier for him, preventing any drop of rain from entering.

This is against the rules, but Bureau Zhang didn't say anything.He has no position or reason to stop them, this is the last farewell for the hero.

"Send! Fire the gun!" The rain fell harder and harder, leaving it on Zhang Ju's forehead.Regardless of the rain on his face and the bitter taste in his mouth, he shouted and continued the process.

Du Bo started to walk again, and walked towards the small grave.

"My son! My son! Give him back to me!" Seeing Du Bo's back, the old lady suddenly went mad.Struggling to break through the support of the surrounding police officers.

Putting the wooden box in and filling it with soil broke her last trace of thoughts and self-deception.His own son has turned from a living person into a cold grave.

The surrounding police officers held back their tears and pursed their lips. Their hands were straining to prevent the old lady from falling to the ground, but they also stopped her from rushing over.

Dubo was drenched all over.He stepped up the steps, knelt on the ground on one knee, bent down, and solemnly carried the wooden box in his hand into the marble-bottomed grave.

The crow on the tree suddenly flew up, regardless of the rain's soaking, and kept circling in the rain until the whole body's feathers were soaked. After flying up, it twirled and fell to the ground, spitting out bright red blood from its mouth. Dying.Chill and icy rain penetrated through their feathers to their viscera, and they slept forever in the cold.

The old man's eyes were shattered, and he saw the wooden box buried in the ground through the gap in the crowd, and he passed out with a scream.The surrounding police officers hurriedly contacted the ambulance personnel who had been waiting for a long time, and sent the old man to the ambulance to the hospital.

Three gunshots were deafening, and then gradually disappeared in the wind.

Next comes the speech stage.Zhang Ju went up first, holding the already soaked speech and reading in a low voice.

It's Dub's turn.He is Yuan Lie's immediate superior, so he should say something.

But Du Bo didn't hold any paper in his hands, so he walked straight up.Zhang Ju thought that he had memorized the manuscript, or planned not to use the manuscript, and revealed his true feelings.

Dubuis was the most disciplined one, the most exacting one.Zhang Ju is very relieved to leave the final link to him.

But I didn't expect Du Bo to stand on it, not saying a word, just so silent.

After a while, he took out a small bottle from his pocket.

Bureau Zhang had noticed before that there seemed to be something bulging in the pocket of Du Bo's jacket.Seeing him take it out now, I can't help but feel tight.

Du Bo opened the small bottle, took a deep breath, and finally opened his mouth.

"Life is rarely a happy gathering, only parting is more."

"Ask you when you will be here, don't linger when you come."

Du Bo did not speak, but sang.

"Dubai!" Zhang Ju stood beside him and yelled in a low voice, telling him to stop.

The sound was overwhelmed by the crackling of raindrops, but Du Bo still sang in his own way.

Suddenly, another voice came from the phalanx lined up by the policemen, echoing Du Bo, and began to sing.

"Ask you when you will be here, don't linger when you come."

Du Bo didn't respond, and continued to sing in a high-pitched and resonant voice, while his subordinates unscrewed the cap of the small bottle.

It's wine!Zhang Ju was shocked.The smell of alcohol keeps wafting out of the bottle, mixed with the smell of fresh earth in the rain, making it impossible to ignore.So rich and so intoxicating.

"A jug of turbid wine to enjoy the rest of the day, don't dream about the cold tonight." He slowly poured the bottle in his hand, the mellow wine mixed with rainwater, rushed down the steps, and finally gathered in front of Yuan Lie's tombstone Became a little dog.

More and more people in the phalanx began to respond to Du Bo's voice, and gradually formed a huge singing team. The voice resounded over the entire cemetery, and even the crows stopped singing.In the world, there are only their voices, only their singing to send off their comrades-in-arms.

Zhang Ju was unable to stop him anymore, so he could only step aside and sing along with the troops silently.

Du Bo's voice suddenly increased, and he sang the last sentence.

"The end of the sky, the corner of the earth."

"Acquaintances are half gone."

"A pot of turbid wine is enough for the rest of the day, so don't dream about the cold tonight."

Sad, strong, parting, nostalgic.Everything was wrapped in this one sentence and burst out.

Brother, this is your last farewell.From now on, Yin and Yang are separated and never meet again.

After the ceremony, everyone left in silence, and Director Zhang didn't mention Du Bo's violation.

The cemetery has turned into an empty world again, the martyrs are sleeping underground, and only tranquility is their company.

Ji Xuanjing also wanted to leave, but was suddenly surrounded by crows.

Ji Xuanjing felt the strong corpse and ghost aura from them, and immediately put on a defensive posture.But there were too many crows. Hundreds of pairs of wings flapped around him, blocking out the light that was barely there.

The crows wanted to peck at his clothes, but as soon as their beaks touched the clothes, they would be burned immediately.

Seeing this situation, Ji Xuanjing could almost conclude that these crows were not ordinary animals.He originally thought that the strong corpse and ghost aura here came from the bones in the ground, but he didn't expect the source to be these unattractive crows.

If converted into the age of the evil spirits, each of these crows has at least ten years of skill.

The crows didn't intend to hurt Ji Xuanjing, and he soon discovered the problem.The crows just surrounded him, one by one taking turns, pecking at the hem of his clothes, as if they wanted to take him somewhere.

Ji Xuanjing was skeptical, seeing that the crows did not have any malicious intentions, so she half-pushed and followed along.

On a big cypress tree behind the monument, black crows were parked densely, so many that Ji Xuanjing couldn't even tell the boundary of each one.

Here the flock of crows parted, revealing another flock of black crows.

Ji Xuanjing walked in, and the crows spread out one by one as if they were human and spiritual, until Ji Xuanjing could clearly see what was surrounded.

It was the dead crow and the faint golden light under its wings.

That crow has a very strong body, a circle larger than the average one, and it is probably the leader of the crows in the cemetery.But right now, the corner of its mouth is still overflowing with blood, its eyes are wide open, and it is already dead.

Ji Xuanjing approached cautiously and spread his wings.The crows around did not respond to Ji Xuanjing's actions, as if they were protecting him.

A small ball of golden light emerged from under the crow's wings, but Ji Xuanjing's hands trembled.

This is what he has been unable to find, the remnant soul of Yuan Lie.

The author has something to say: this chapter is quite depressing, you can read it together with "Farewell" sung by Huang Xing, and imagine Du Bo's voice.

Yuan Lie's role has basically come to an end here, and the next episode will give him a good home.

This article is a sweet article, and I am a sweet article contestant.It's just the plot needs, thank you Yuan Lie for your hard work.We'll see you later.

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