Bionic Era

The tragedy master Oli Peters once said: "A grand funeral is just a kind of vanity for the living."

This is the opening sentence of Feng Fugui's will.

He said to Lu Wen that the day he entered the business, he had already written his will.

In fact, many executives have thin pages under their pillows or in bookcases.

Feng Fugui's home is not in the city, it is an old house in the suburbs, so he rests in the executive bureau most of the time.

Although Du Changqing was hypocritical, he gave the executive board a good start.

After he left, many executive officers of the Executive Board had the habit of donating money.

Feng Fugui is the same. The object of his donation is a children's welfare home.

[Cremation, try not to waste land resources]

[Simplified funeral]

[All relics sold or donated directly]

[Please keep this old house for me]

【……】

The death of a third-level executive can cause a considerable sensation.

His funeral can last for a long time, and friends and colleagues who have met over the past few decades will come to his tombstone and tell the miss before.

Lu Wen sat in the living room of this old house.

The old sofa is covered with gray cloth, the TV is covered with dust, the sun shines through the wooden windows, and the small particles float gently in the light.

On the coffee table in the living room is a cassette player from decades ago.

There is a tape in it.

Lu Wen presses the play button.

The tape turns slowly.

Nostalgic music echoed in the empty living room.

It was the Fool's Wharf that the old executive liked the most, an old love song.

Feng Fugui’s ancestors lived by the sea and have been fishermen for generations.

People who live by the sea have a sense of the sea. Even if they leave later, they will always miss those stormy days, when the boats undulate in the turbulent waves, and the fishermen return full of loads.

The old executive had no relatives and was married before, but it didn't take long for his wife to be killed in a car accident due to the criminal's revenge.

Lu Wen slowly got up and put down the will in his hand.

He came to the gate.

Let this old house be left as it is.

The wooden door slowly closed.

Next he drove to an orphanage.

According to Feng Fugui's habit, he went back to this welfare institution every other time, with some snacks, candy or toys.

When other people reach his age, there are already a group of children and grandchildren under his knees, but he has lived alone for a long time, and this old man may also want to experience that feeling.

Lu Wen informed the dean of the truth, and then according to the contents of the will, Feng Fugui's remaining property was donated to the welfare home.

"The funeral has begun, when will you come?"

The caller was Wei Boan.

"immediately."

Lu Wen hung up the phone.

This funeral is destined to be impossible.

Outside that public cemetery, countless fans of wandering poets, like pilgrims, looked sad, dressed in black clothes, and surrounded the entire cemetery.

The two finally agreed with Feng Fugui's opinion.

The influence of the wandering poet must be eliminated, otherwise the city of Mou will gradually embark on another road, this city does not need law enforcement in the dark.

Lu Wen came to the outermost periphery of the cemetery.

"It's Lu Wen, he's here too." Someone in the crowd whispered.

"What does the report say? The poet was shot by a criminal with a shotgun, and finally confessed in the flames? Could it be Lu Wen's hand on him?" someone asked.

Lu Wen did not give an image of that time.

So people are quite curious about what happened in the fire last night.

"It's unlikely. Lu Wen has a very good relationship with Chief Feng, as well as Chief Wei from the 10th district. During this time, I often see the three of them eating together."

The surrounding crowd has severely hindered the traffic around the cemetery.

There are still people from other regions rushing over, wanting to say goodbye to the legendary wandering poet.

Feng Fugui's body had been cremated overnight.

I lived a lifetime, and in the end there was only a small black box.

The crowd gave way to Lu Wen.

The funeral was presided over by a second-level executive officer of the Executive Board. According to Feng Fugui's last wish, everything was kept simple. The people of the Executive Board sat around and listened to his eulogy.

Wei Boyan was sitting at the front. In fact, he was the one who should preside over the funeral, but he didn't.

Lu Wen couldn't see any emotions on his face. The middle-aged man was calm from last night to now.

"Chief Feng joined the Executive Board at the age of 22. Now, 36 years have passed. He has seen a lot of the dark side of the world. His parents were killed by criminals and his wife died in a car accident. It was later discovered that he had just been released from prison. The world owes him too much for what the criminals have done. Perhaps because he is worried that he will no longer be able to uphold justice after retirement, he chose to become the guardian of the night..."

People in this world are adhering to the idea that the dead are the greatest.

No matter how many things the wandering poet did that he shouldn't do in his lifetime, he is now dead.

Along with the glory and infamy of a lifetime, he will sleep in the dark underground forever.

The funeral ended soon.

The people who came to mourn came forward one by one, offering flowers or thanking words, and some would curse.

Lu Wen and Wei Boan left the scene early.

This matter is over, there are other things waiting for them.

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Wei..."

An intern from the 15th District Executive Bureau followed them, with doubts in his tone, and he stopped talking.

"Do you want to ask the truth of the matter?" Lu Wen looked at him,

"Yes." The intern nodded, his childish expression on his face.

"The truth is what you see."

Lu Wen patted him on the shoulder to show encouragement.

During lunch, the person in charge of the 13th District Executive Bureau called him.

Taking into account Lu Wen's current influence, and the big case of ending the wandering poet.

Ask him over there if he needs to be re-rated.

If approved, Lu Wen is likely to become the only bionic third-level executive in the thirteenth district, and may even be the only one in the entire city of Mowu.

"This is too fast." Lu Wen said.

"We have considered this comprehensively. You are now the face of the 13th District Executive Bureau, and to be honest, the credit has been enough. The number of fugitives you arrested in the 15th District during this time~www.NovelMTL .com ~ is worth the sum of other executives for several years, and many of them have human lives in their hands." said the other end of the phone.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple... In fact, just ending the wandering poets is already considered a great achievement. You have successfully prevented more wandering poets from appearing in Mowu City."

"That's all right, please inform me."

There are many agencies within the Executive Board, including numerous departments, large and small.

Lu Wen has a headache to go through these procedures. If it is an intern with no background, the formalization process will take several days and more than 20 chapters. Fortunately, Xia Chuluo handled the formalities for his formalization.

Lunch is still a food stall by the sea.

The two sit opposite each other.

"What are your plans in the future?" Lu Wen looked at Wei Boan.

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