This time Hong Anguo only expressed his condolences as a courtesy. In the following days, I was investigated three times. The reviewers included relevant provincial and municipal departments, military region commissioners, and relevant leaders of the Public Security Bureau. All matters were investigated in detail.
I also repeatedly asked some detailed questions. Although their attitude was still amiable, their preparedness still made me feel that the situation was serious.
More importantly, in order to prevent collusion in confession, I did not see Mr. Zamao Xiaodao or Mr. Tiger Cat during this period, which made me particularly worried.
But everything ended in the evening of the third day.
Hong Anguo came to see me again. His assistant brought me a confidentiality contract document and asked me to sign it. After completing it, he told me that the review was over and everyone could move freely, and asked me to go around tomorrow morning at 9
Please be on time to attend the memorial service for those who died in the line of duty during this operation.
Hong Anguo also told me a piece of news. In the past few days, they had borrowed two helicopters for forest fire prevention from the Provincial Forestry Department to conduct aerial mapping of the entire Qingshan boundary, especially the relevant areas of Houting Yazi.
We conducted focused investigations and even dispatched a large number of relevant professionals to conduct on-the-ground searches. However, we did not find the canyon we called, nor the so-called thin line of sky or crack in the ground.
He looked at me in disbelief and said that if you were interested, you could go to the Religious Affairs Bureau to attend a relevant hearing after you were discharged from the hospital.
Besides saying it's impossible, what else can I say?
I close my eyes and still vividly remember all the things that happened in Houting Yazi and Yixiantian Canyon. Those dwarf mules, pests, face-hugging spiders, two-headed vicious dogs and hairy alligators, as well as those crawling all over the place.
Groups of snakes, as well as those big-headed cavemen who have been guarding for thousands of years, black shadows full of majesty and manic aura, always appear in my nightmares. Every time I wake up, I am covered in night sweats. No matter how you say it is not, it is not.
Where is it?
Moreover, these experiences are not just mine. Those who escaped from birth, including Zamao Xiaodao, Ma Haibo, Wu Gang, Xiao Zhou, and Yang Cao and Hu Wenfei from their Religious Affairs Bureau, have all personally experienced these events.
Hong Anguo stared at me for a while and said, Lu Zuo, you are also our comrade. To be honest with you, it’s not that we don’t believe you, or we don’t believe Xiao Yang and Xiao Hu. We are just in this business, how could we not?
Do you know? Now the Qingshan community has started to close the forest. We have also applied for funds from the above to relocate several natural villages close to the Qingshan community to outside the mountain. Moreover, more professional departments will be stationed in the Qingshan community to help.
Observation and monitoring are carried out here. So don’t worry too much, trust the country and the organization.
After saying this, Hong Anguo shook hands with me, stood up and left.
I looked at his back, my thoughts a little confused.
At that time, I already knew that many things in this world will be archived and sealed. Unless people with a certain level of authority can know about it, this method is common all over the world, because many things would be kept secret by ordinary people.
If the public knows about it, it will easily cause panic, which is not conducive to the harmonious development of the situation. For example, the famous X-Files in the United States will only be declassified every 50 years, and the deeper things, even after the declassification deadline, will only be available to the elite.
Only within a small range of classes can it be spread.
I think this incident in Qingshan Realm will also be recorded and used for reference above.
However, since Hong Anguo said that more professional relevant departments have taken over, I think that with the attention from above, there should be no more evil moths. But in our Qingshan world, so many people have died, is it worth it?
Is it worth it?
I thought a lot but never got an answer.
That night, Zamao Xiaodao asked someone to push him over in a wheelchair and chatted with me. Compared to me who had the golden silkworm Gu, he was more seriously injured and felt pitiful. First, the wound infection caused a series of complications, and he had a high fever for two days.
When the genius woke up, he was wrapped up like a mummy. His free and unruly bun was cut off due to surgery, and the skin was also prepared underneath. It was terrible.
I was so angry about this that I scolded my mother for a long time.
Only Mr. Tiger Cat, a foul-mouthed parrot, is still full of energy. He teases the nurse sister in the ward when he has nothing to do, and tells dirty jokes that make people blush for a while. They want to hear it but are embarrassed, and it is also very strange: Remember
What kind of pervert and bird-man should be the owner of a parrot that lives with so many dirty jokes?
As a result, Zamao Xiaodao and I argued with each other about the right to feed the fat hen, and neither of us admitted that we had anything to do with it.
The day after our second conversation with Hong Anguo, we got up early and attended the memorial service for the deceased at the venue of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Although the memorial service had a solemn atmosphere and high-level personnel present, the scope was actually very small. Except for the leaders of relevant departments, personnel involved in the operation and the family members of the deceased, not many others attended. Due to the need for confidentiality, the unified ceremony
According to the propaganda, the deceased died in the line of duty because of scientific research. Whether you believe it or not is another matter. As for the issue of the whereabouts of the bodies, the relevant departments have also communicated with the families of the deceased. Those who were in public office are posthumously regarded as martyrs, and
For example, Lao Jin and others, their families received generous funeral expenses.
This approach is much more generous than some comrades who died on the secret front.
However, all material compensation is incomparable to the pain of losing a loved one. Many family members of the deceased were so distraught that they burst into tears at the memorial service, and some even fainted from crying. When we learned that we were among those who were able to escape,
People, many family members of the deceased cast doubtful and hateful glances at us.
This also includes Luo Fuan's wife and daughter Yaya.
People who fall into sad and desperate situations are often irrational and can easily end up in dead ends. For example, a bearded man in his thirties rushed to our side and shouted at me, "How can you escape?"
, and my brother is dead? His head was chopped off, and dozens of stitches were needed to tuck the body together! You murderers...
Because of the Golden Silkworm Gu, I recovered the fastest. Although my hands were still only wrapped in bandages, they looked much better than people in wheelchairs such as Zamao Xiaodao, Wu Gang and Hu Wenfei. As for Yang
Fuck, because I never recovered, I didn’t participate at all - so I became the person who was criticized the most by the family members of the deceased. Then many family members of the deceased rushed to our side, and all kinds of unpleasant words were directed at us.
I spilled out and the situation got out of hand.
I didn't say anything. I heard the staff introduce that this bearded brother was Xiao Zhang, the young man who lived with me in the military camp guest house before. He was a young and energetic boy, but he died.
He was attacked violently by badgers with double swords and human legs. But compared to the families of those who died in caves and canyons, he was still lucky.
After all, his brother's body was finally brought back.
I remained silent because I saw Luo Fuan's daughter looking at me with questioning and inquiring eyes, which filled my heart with sourness.
We can't bring their relatives out safely. What can I say?
Fortunately, someone came over immediately to relieve the siege. A staff member came up and pulled Xiao Zhang's brother back. Several more people came to maintain order, and the situation was finally restored.
A man in uniform kept apologizing to me, saying that they had not done a good job and had caused a misunderstanding. I nodded and said it was okay. The staff member stepped back, and Zamao Xiaodao poked me in the stomach and said, take a look.
We have become the scapegoats, struggling to survive and survive. As a result, not only did we not receive the treatment of heroes, but we became the punching bags for the families of the deceased. This guidance of propaganda and public opinion is really criticized.
After hearing what Zamao Xiaodao said, I seemed to understand some of the deeper meanings.
After this incident, the originally heavy and solemn memorial service seemed a bit like a farce. In less than two hours, the memorial service ended in a hurry. Jia Wei's name was not mentioned at the meeting, but I saw a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
The old man and a young-faced woman stayed in the corner for a while and left midway. Although we didn't speak, my intuition told me that they should be Jia Wei's parents, and the old man with thick eyebrows and big eyes should be the legend.
Monk Huiming.
I was stared at by him for a while, his gaze was like substance, which hurt my back. But when I turned my head to look at him, I turned my gaze away in an instant. He is a master, at least several floors higher than me.
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After the memorial service, we continued to recuperate in the Municipal People's Hospital and visited each other. When we talked about our experiences in Qingshan Realm, we all felt like they were in a dream and couldn't bear to look back. Xiao Zhou told me that every time he falls asleep now, he has nightmares.
Sometimes I dream about my dead comrades, sometimes I dream about those terrifying monsters, and sometimes I have no memory at all, but I feel as if death is coming.
He was very frightened, restless every day, and almost collapsed.
For this reason, Zamao Xiaodao also performed a ritual ceremony for Xiao Zhou and gave him a peace charm to calm his mind and dispel evil spirits and avoid disasters.
On the third day after the memorial service, Yang Cao and Hu Wenfei were transferred to the provincial capital Qianyang. Before leaving, they left their contact information with me and said that they would contact me more in the future. They were all comrades in life and death. Even if nothing happened, we would have a drink together.
, is also a very pleasant thing. I naturally agreed to find a chance to drink the Baogu wine we talked about last time. Lao Jin has passed away, but those of us who survived will always have to eat this meal.
More than a week later, Wu Gang and Xiao Zhou were transferred to the hospital one after another, leaving only me, Zamao Xiaodao and Ma Haibo. We seemed to be forgotten people, living a leisurely life of recuperation until one day.
One day Yang Yu came to visit and told us that after the decision of the county bureau party committee, Ma Haibo was promoted and became the captain of the criminal police team.
This is the only thing worth celebrating for us these days.