Zhao Ying's family's community is located in the west of Harbin City and is an old public security family building.
Long Daxiang drove into the community. In an open space in the community square, a temporary mourning shed was set up. There were lights all around, and many people were busy there.
Zhao Ying's hometown is in the countryside. After her father and second uncle were admitted to the police academy, they were completely out of the mountains.
Countryside people are very strict about funeral customs. Zhao Ying's grandfather is still alive. After hearing the news of his son's death, he rushed over from his hometown that day and strongly requested that his son have a funeral that is consistent with the customs in his hometown.
According to the funeral customs of the country people, after a person dies, he or she must stay at home for three days and undergo a series of rituals before being buried.
The white-haired man gave the black-haired man a gift. The old man looked at his eldest son's body and fainted from crying several times. In order to respect the old man's wishes, no one objected to the old man's opinion.
But the city is not as good as the countryside. People in the country have single-family houses, and it is convenient to set up a memorial platform and place a coffin. People in the city live in buildings and cannot place them at all, so they had to set up a memorial shed in the square of this community.
Zhao Ying's father's body and coffin were placed in this mourning shed.
Just imagine, there is a funeral shed with a coffin parked in the community, burning paper and crying in the middle of the night, how scary it is.
If it were placed in an ordinary community, the owners would definitely be in trouble, but this is the family building of the municipal police, and the people living here are old neighbors for more than ten years or more. Moreover, they have heard about the deeds of Zhao Ying's father.
In the end, everyone admired the hero from the bottom of their hearts, so not only did no one object, but many people took the initiative to buy burning paper and come to pay their respects.
Before Lin Kun and the others came over, they went to a funeral shop and bought a pair of wreaths and several packs of burning paper.
After finding an empty space and parking the car, Lin and Kun got out of the car carrying their things and walked towards the memorial shed.
Countryside people attach great importance to customs. After the death of Zhao Ying's father, many relatives from her hometown came, but there was no sadness on the faces of these people. It was not that they did not understand the warmth and warmth of family, but in the hearts of most of them, Zhao Ying
My father has been missing for many years, which is equivalent to an accident, and now this funeral is more like a make-up after being postponed for several years.
Zhao Ying knelt in front of the coffin, sobbing. Her beautiful face was completely wet with tears and looked haggard. Next to her, another woman in her forties sat slumped.
In appearance, it can be seen that it is somewhat similar to Zhao Ying's facial features.
It seemed that her expression was a little dull, and her eyes were looking straight at the photo in front of the coffin. On the other side of the mourning hall, a thin old man with white beard and hair was leaning limply on the wooden stake of the funeral shed. Zhao Ying
My second uncle and his family were there to persuade me.
Lin Kun and the other three walked over and immediately attracted the attention of the people around them. Lin Kun was nothing special. He was dressed cleanly and neatly. Except for his slightly bronze skin color, he looked like a standard young man in the city. His face had the vigor of a young man.
At the same time, he has a calmness that is beyond his peers.
What attracted special attention from the people around was Long Daxiang and Ba Zhi. These two people were tall and strong, especially Long Daxiang. With each step of his feet, he immediately gave people a very social look.
The feeling of rivers and lakes.
Everyone knew that Zhao Ying's father died of homicide, and he was most likely from the Jianghu community. Even though Lin Kun was dressed upright, with his Eight Fingers and Long Daxiang as a backdrop, he immediately gave people the impression of a Jianghu boss.
feeling.
As a result, everyone became nervous, especially the relatives who came from the countryside. They all held the things in their hands. As long as Lin Kun and the others came to make trouble, they would fight them even if they risked their lives.
To say that these relatives back home are also innocent, or they have watched too many gangster movies from Hong Kong and Taiwan. In a society ruled by law, no matter how rampant the murderer and the organization behind him are, they will never dare to show their faces at this time.
Ordinary homicide is already a capital crime, but the fact that the person killed is a police officer is even more important.
Lin Kun took three sticks of incense and lit them on the incense table nearby, bowed three times in front of Zhao Ying's father's coffin, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.
Prime Minister Long and Bazhi put the wreaths away and handed the burning paper to relatives of the Zhao family next to them.
"Auntie, my condolences."
Lin Kun first said to Zhao Ying's mother who was slumped on the ground.
Zhao Ying's mother slowly raised her head, and her dull eyes suddenly became fierce. One second she was sitting limply on the ground, and then she stood up like crazy and rushed towards Lin Kun.
come over.
"Give me back my husband, I will kill you, it was you who killed my husband..."
Zhao Ying's mother screamed like crazy and opened her hands to tear at Lin Kun's body. Long Daxiang and Ba Zhi were anxious when they saw this, so they came over to separate Zhao Ying's mother. At this time, Zhao Ying also
He raised his head with a look of panic, and everyone from the Zhao family gathered around him.
Seeing that Lin Kun's arm was scratched and bleeding, Bazhi and Long Daxiang had already rushed over, and Zhao Ying also rushed over to her mother to pull her away.
"Don't move any of you!"
Lin Kun shouted, and Eight Fingers, Prime Minister Long, Zhao Ying, and several other members of the Zhao family who had reacted all stood still.
Lin Kun endured the pain of being caught, and ignored Zhao Ying's mother who kept fighting, and said: "Auntie, I am Zhao Ying's friend, and I am here to mourn my uncle."
Zhao Ying's mother's body was already weak, and after a few more fights, her whole body was like a deflated rubber ball. Her eyes turned white and she fainted. Lin Kun quickly supported her.
"mom!"
Zhao Ying yelled, came over to take her mother over, and shouted hoarsely: "Mom, are you okay? Don't scare me."
Zhao Ying's grandfather stood up at this time. The old man was holding a cane in his hand. The eldest son was gone, and the eldest daughter-in-law could not be in trouble again. The old man shouted to a young man in the crowd: "Er Gouzi,
Those of you who want to pinch your aunt quickly..."
The young man named Er Gouzi quickly stretched out his hand to pinch Zhao Ying's mother. The young man worked for a long time and was sweating, but Zhao Ying's mother did not wake up.
Zhao Ying's second uncle took out his mobile phone and was about to call 120. Lin Kun said: "Little brother, please step aside and let me try."
Er Gouzi wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Lin Kun suspiciously, "Brother, are you okay? You have been beaten like this by my aunt."
Lin Kun's arm was bleeding, which was scratched by Zhao Ying's mother.
Lin Kun didn't say much. He knelt down and pinched Zhao Ying's mother. Less than half a minute later, Zhao Ying's mother came to her senses.
Lin Kun said: "Auntie's body is too weak. One of you can help her go back to rest."
The relatives of the Zhao family rushed over to help Zhao Ying's mother go home, but Zhao Ying's mother was so weak that she couldn't control herself. Every time she took a step, she would look back to see the picture of Zhao Ying's father placed in front of the coffin.