I Am a Professional Hunter

"The true... hero?"

Shu Xinfeng took the relic in Qin Wen's hand in a daze, and looked at the familiar face on the black and white photo.

Tears fell involuntarily.

"Brother Qin...you are joking, are you joking? It's really not funny at all...my brother..."

"He is just a security guard! Why did he die? Why did he die? Why do you say he is a real hero!"

"My brother said he was just going to be a security guard! He wouldn't lie! He even took me to see where he worked! How could he die!"

Shu Xinfeng was emotional, big tears fell, dripping on Xiao Jiang's belongings.

More and more villagers were watching around, and some even turned their heads and left, ready to spread the news.

Qin Wen felt that he had to speak in front of Xiao Jiang's parents and couldn't let anyone inform in advance.

Therefore, he glanced at Shu Xinfeng and sighed deeply.

"Take me to see his family first, here, it's too noisy, it will disturb his sleep."

Qin Wen's tone was low, and Shu Xinfeng was taken aback for a moment, glanced at the hearse behind Qin Wen, his eyes were more sorrowful, but he nodded.

The two got on the hearse and passed the gossiping villagers. After walking on the rugged village road for more than 20 minutes, they finally arrived in the village.

The car decelerated slowly, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated tiled house. This is the home of Xiao Jiang's parents.

Xiao Jiang's childhood, youth, and youth were all spent in this small brick house.

On the village road just now, Shu Xinfeng didn't say a word, but cried secretly holding Xiao Jiang's relics.

Shu Xinfeng's parents left early, so they lived in Jiang Wenming's house a long time ago. Although the two are cousins, their relationship is better than ordinary brothers.

Qin Wen wanted to comfort him, but he hesitated every time he opened his mouth, and finally closed it tightly.

He was not qualified to speak, nor was he qualified to appease, as to why Xiao Jiang died, he felt that he was the culprit.

There was silence all the way until the car stopped, Shu Xinfeng rubbed his eyes fiercely, and then stuffed Xiao Jiang's belongings to Qin Wen.

"I need... to prepare them mentally, you can come in later..."

He looked upright, resisted the tears, and got out of the car.

Qin Wen just nodded and said nothing.

The two old people's hair is all gray. Hearing this kind of news at this time, it will definitely be unacceptable.

That's my own flesh and blood...

Qin Wen sat in the car, watching Shu Xinfeng wipe away his tears, got out of the car, and knocked on the door of the tile house.

Soon, a woman wrinkled in an apron came out, her eyes looked like Jiang Wenming, and she was carrying a kitchen knife that had just been wiped in her hand, and she seemed to be preparing to cook.

Seeing that Shu Xinfeng was back, Jiang Wenming's mother smiled happily, and hurriedly pulled him into the house, still asking what he wanted to eat.

Qin Wen watched them enter the house silently, and after about half an hour, the closed door opened again from the inside.

Shu Xinfeng had a solemn face, pale lips and red eyes. He glanced at the hearse outside the door and beckoned.

Qin Wen knew that this was letting him pass.

Somehow, he was a little timid, afraid to see the two old people, afraid to see them collapse and cry.

But in the end, Qin Wen shook his head, took Xiao Jiang's belongings, and got out of the car.

"I'll go in later, remember to take care of the feelings of uncles and aunts, don't say what you shouldn't say."

Shu Xinfeng's voice was a little hoarse, and he solemnly asked Qin Wen.

Qin Wen nodded, then turned sideways and let out the way into the house.

Qin Wen's perception is so powerful, he heard the movement in the house as early as in the car.

After Jiang Wenming's mother heard the news, her legs softened and almost turned over. Fortunately, Shu Xinfeng responded quickly, and then she supported her on the stool.

As for Jiang Wenming's father, his breathing was stagnant after hearing it, and he was stunned for several seconds before he could react.

Although there was no crying, his breathing was messed up. He lit his pipe, sat on the wooden horse, trembling and smoking old cigarettes without saying a word.

"..."

Qin Wen's heart was mixed, his lips and teeth closed, his hands holding Xiao Jiang's relics, and he slowly walked into this dilapidated brick house.

Stepping across the creaking wooden door and stepping on dusty ground, Qin Wen entered Jiang Wenming's home.

His mother, it was only half an hour since Shu Xinfeng returned to the house, as if she was a teenager, and her gray hair seemed completely white at this time.

The whole person was limp on the stool, looking at Qin Wen who entered the door, unable to say a word.

And Xiao Jiang's father is eighth similar to Xiao Jiang, except that his eyes have changed a lot and the bridge of his nose is higher.

Looking at him, Qin Wen couldn't help but feel a little dazed. The two of them, father and son, were indeed too alike.

"You... is Qin asking? My son is... out there?"

Xiao Jiang's father, smoking a pipe, endured the grief in his heart.

With red eyes and a trembling body, he controlled his tone as much as possible, and talked to Qin Wen calmly and politely.

"Yes... he is outside."

Qin Wen's voice was very low, and his head dropped very low, as if he did not dare to face their two elders.

"My son... how did he die? Is it painful? Is it worth it..."

Xiao Jiang's father finished smoking his pipe and spit out a deep puff of cigarette. Then UU Reading www.uukanshu.com knocked the ashes to the ground and refilled the tobacco.

Qin Wen looked at Jiang Wenming's father and recalled the photos he saw...

Xiao Jiang's death method is really painful...but it's worth it...

He exchanged the lives of all the people in the city. If this is not worth it, what is worth it?

"He left with a smile. He is a true hero. His sacrifice has brought back countless lives."

Qin Wen spoke in a deep voice, Jiang Wenming's father nodded, while her mother sobbed in a low voice, shaking her whole body, tears streaming down the floor.

Shu Xinfeng also gritted his teeth, soothing Xiao Jiang's mother, without saying a word.

"So... if my son is not an ordinary security guard as he said, then what is his identity and what kind of enemy is he facing?"

Xiao Jiang's father lit his pipe, took a sigh, then raised his head, as if he wanted to hold back the tears.

Smoke comes out of the mouth, and what you smoke on weekdays is Xiaoyao, and what you smoke is comfortable.

But at this time, the smoke became heavy, richer than before, full of bitterness, and full of grief.

"Jiang Wenming, belonging to an absolutely secret organization, is always facing danger and always shouldering responsibilities. His enemies are demons and ghosts, and behind him are all living beings."

"He is a hero."

"He died well."

"He will be buried in the most glorious cemetery."

"He will always live in the hearts of the people he saves."

Qin Wen said word by word, Xiao Jiang's mother wept sadly.

Xiao Jiang's father also closed his eyes tightly.

No one thought about it, the last side is the last side.

It's as if no one thought of seeing you last time.

It was a farewell.