The word "brother" brings tears to the eyes of people in Zhangjia Town.
What's more, in addition to Lin Beichen, the deputy general bureau, there were so many senior officials from the Special Law Bureau showing up to pay homage to Zhang Wei, which can be said to have given Zhangjia Town unprecedented glory.
"Zhang Wei has knowledge, so he can still smile."
Zhang Can sighed happily.
Lin Beichen shook his head and said: "If possible, I would rather Brother Zhang Wei are still alive... However, this debt will definitely be liquidated by this Bureau. I will not let go of any of the enemies who killed Brother Zhang."
Under the guidance of clan elder Zhang Can, Lin Beichen and others arrived at the gate of the Zhang family's courtyard.
Today is Zhang Wei’s first seven days.
Therefore, the place is completely plain, with a mourning shed set up in the yard, white lanterns hung, and filled with wreaths and elegiac couplets.
Zhang Wei's wife, dressed in white mourning clothes, knelt in the mourning shed, with tears streaked across her face, and was heartbroken.
She held her infant daughter in her arms.
Standing beside him was his fourteen-year-old son.
The son already understood the meaning of death, but he did not cry. He stood blankly in front of the coffin, biting his lip, clenching his fists, and his eyes were blank.
The young girl looked to be only four or five years old. She didn't know much about the cruelty of death. She was wearing mourning clothes and a white hat. She stood on tiptoe and looked at Zhang Wei inside the coffin. She said doubtfully: "Mom, didn't you mean that daddy sleeps with you?" Are you awake? He slept for a long time this time, why didn’t he wake up? I want my father to take me to Yongxingfang to buy a floral dress. He promised me..."
Someone from the Zhang family came over and said something in her ear.
Zhang's wife was startled, turned to look at Lin Beichen, and subconsciously knelt down to salute.
Lin Beichen raised his hand, and a soft force surged out from the air, quickly supporting her and saying: "Sister-in-law, we don't dare to accept this big gift."
As he spoke, he took a white cloth belt that had been prepared long ago from the hand of Ma Han, the horseman next to him, tied it on his head, and said: "Brothers, come with me to pay homage to Brother Zhang Wei."
Brush brush brush.
Every senior official of the Special Bureau, wearing white cloth ribbons on their heads and with solemn expressions, stood in front of Zhang Wei's coffin.
bow.
salute.
Lin Beichen knelt down on one knee, toasted, burned paper, and lit incense.
"Brother, have a good trip."
He stood up slowly, looked at Zhang Wei who was lying quietly in the coffin with his eyes closed, and slowly said word by word: "I will avenge you, your wife, son, daughter, parents and relatives, I will avenge you." You raise me. From now on, this town will be my second hometown. The people here,
They are all my relatives."
These words are not a show.
But it comes from the heart.
Looking past Zhang Wei's body, Lin Beichen couldn't help but feel raging anger burning in his heart, and a fierce murderous intention accumulated in his heart.
Because he discovered that Zhang Wei died of cruelty and murder. The body was not complete and had been pieced together. There were many injuries from violence and abuse inside and outside the body, which were covered by the shroud.
One can imagine what kind of cruel treatment he experienced before his death.
Lin Beichen took a deep breath and was about to say something...
At this time, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air outside.
A soldier from the Special Law Bureau came in quickly and whispered a few words in Lin Beichen's ear.
When Lin Beichen heard this, a murderous intent suddenly appeared on his face.
He secretly sent a message: "It's good to come... Send the order, tell the brothers outside not to stop them, and let them in. I want to see what they are going to do when they come here at this time."
"yes."
The soldiers from the Special Law Bureau immediately went to deliver the order.
Lin Beichen and others finished their salutes and were led to sit on a table on one side.
After a while.
There was a noise outside.
It was also vaguely accompanied by angry accusations and curses.
Then the sound of messy footsteps sounded.
Then there were some muffled cries of pain.
"Be brave. You unscrupulous people dare to stop the Tribunal from doing its work. Do you want your family to be confiscated and your family to be exterminated?"
A majestic and domineering voice came from outside the courtyard.
The reason was like rolling thunder, exploding directly and knocking away some of the Zhang family who were blocking the gate. In an instant, many people in the yard were shocked, their faces turned pale, their legs and feet were weak, and they almost fainted to the ground.
Lin Beichen secretly released a burst of power to protect the memorial shed and the people around it.
boom.
The door was slammed open.
A group of figures in black armor robes rushed in quickly, taking control of the entire courtyard and surrounding the mourning hall inside and outside.
He is the Dark Reaper of the Inquisition.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a long and thin horse face, his eyes habitually squinting slightly, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity. He was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold, a black scarf crown on his head, and a brocade dragon around his waist.
He wears a belt and wears black cloud shoes, and his whole body exudes a sinister and vicious aura.
Judging from his clothes, he is a high-ranking official of the Tribunal.
The official position is not low.
His insidious eyes swept across the entire courtyard, but did not stop at Lin Beichen. He shouted condescendingly: "Who is talking about this? Come out and talk to me."
Zhang Can glanced at Lin Beichen and saw him sitting there with his majesty and golden sword, and felt a sudden change in his heart.
Ding, he quickly went up to salute, and said with a smile: "I don't know if the Lord of the Tribunal has arrived, but I am really disappointed to welcome him from afar. I wonder why the Lord came to my Zhangjia Town?"
"Hou Yuyi, the seventh presiding judge of my court."
The horse-faced middle-aged man smiled coldly and said: "Three days ago, this court captured the dish of a traitor who was having an affair with Beichen. After torture, we learned that Zhang Wei from the Special Law Bureau was his accomplice, so we came here to take him...
Where is Zhang Wei?"
"Ah? This..."
Zhang Can was taken aback and quickly explained, "Sir, there may be a misunderstanding, and Zhang Wei... is already dead."
"died?"
Hou Yu glanced at the coffin and sneered: "Who knows if he is pretending to be dead? Come here, drag him out of the coffin!"
Immediately, the Night Reapers from the Inquisition rushed forward, smashing the coffin and grabbing the body.
"Don't touch my dad."
Although the little boy was scared, he yelled to stop him.
"My dad is just too tired and fell asleep. You bad guys, don't disturb him." The little girl said in a sweet voice.
Zhang's wife cried and rushed forward to protect her husband's coffin.
The other Zhang family members shouted loudly and rushed to stop him.
Suddenly, the crowd was excited.
"Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy."
Hou Yu shouted loudly and roared: "You bunch of unruly people, what Zhang Wei committed is treason. The crime is unforgivable. Even if he is dead, his identity must be verified and his body must be brought back to the court.
The owl's head was displayed to the public, his bones were crushed and ashes were raised, as a warning to others. As for his family members and children... whoever came, they were all arrested and sentenced to slavery."
The Zhang family members were horrified, sad and angry.
When Lin Beichen saw this, he finally stood up slowly, clapped softly, and said: "I thought the trial court was a little bit humane, but I didn't expect that they are all a bunch of beasts inferior to pigs and dogs. This is really...
It’s an eye-opener for me.”
A wave of coercion spread out.
The Zhang family members felt at ease in their hearts.
The Night Reapers, on the other hand, were each and every one shrouded in a terrifying murderous intent, as if they were instantly targeted by the God of Death. They were all covered in cold sweat and stood there without daring to move.
Hou Yuyi sneered and said: "Director Li, I know Zhang Wei is your confidant, but as long as treason is involved, let alone being a confidant, even you, Director Li, can't afford it, so you'd better step down.
Don’t make the mistake of yourself.”
He had long recognized Lin Beichen.
But still so arrogant.
There must be something to rely on.
However, Lin Beichen didn't care about this at all.
"Today, I have bailed out Zhang Wei's family."
He spoke every word with murderous intent: "And none of you, the trash that is inferior to pigs or dogs, the black-hearted bastards of the Tribunal, can even think of leaving... Now, kneel down and apologize to Zhang Wei's family, relatives and friends.