The next day, just as it was dawn, Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing successfully joined Yan Tianxing's team.
At the same time, the results of the transaction at the border were also revealed - both gangs were arrested.
Because Yan Tianxing and others agreed to leave the country, Mo Shangyun had to hide his departure, and Yan Tianxing needed to rush back to report in time, so they were borrowed directly by the helicopter, and Mo Shangyun returned on the same route.
Fortunately, Mo Shangyun was taken away by Yan Tianxing and the others.
That night.
Mo Shangyun, who had just returned, was taken back to the hotel by Cen Wei, who had a gloomy face.
After a day of running around, Mo Shangyun felt a little guilty in front of Cen Wei. After returning to the hotel, he simply took a shower and closed his eyes and went to take a rest.
Just because she was going to do something, both of them knew it well, Cen Wei didn't ask her, but after she went to bed, she called Mo Cang and told Mo Cang that her daughter had returned with healthy limbs.
After sleeping for an hour, Mo Shangyun woke up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, Cen Wei took her to the airport and boarded the plane to the capital to attend Chen Lu's funeral.
Mo Shangyun waited for the plane to land before she remembered to call Yan Tianxing.
However, because she sat with Cen Wei, she settled for the second best thing, found the backpack that Cen Wei had gotten on the car, then found the phone with a flash of battery power, and sent Yan Tianxing a message to explain her current situation.
The news about Yan Tianxing came back soon.
——『Well, leave Lu Yang’s matter to me.
Mo Shangyun replied "Okay".
As soon as the phone was sent, the phone was powered off.
She threw her phone back into her backpack.
Cen Wei glanced at her and quickly withdrew her gaze.
*
Mo Shangyun's business trip ended on the 6th, but Mo Cang called the reconnaissance battalion and said that Mo Shangyun was transferred by him and was delayed for two days.
In the past two days, Mo Shangyun held a funeral for Chen Lu as a relative of Chen Lu.
The funeral was not lively, Chen Lu had no relatives and friends, and his former comrades had retired and had long been unable to contact him, so he was deserted.
Naturally, Mo Shangyun thought of the funeral in Zhengcun that she attended not long ago.
A sharp contrast.
Later, Mo Shangyun thought of Lu Yang again - only one ignorant younger brother.
The funeral was held by An Yi.
Same deserted.
Whether it is comfortable or Lu, no one knows why Lu Yang passed away. If he loses his identity as a soldier, Lu Yang's death is not considered a sacrifice.
Mo Shangyun suddenly realized that the departure of a hero and the departure of a few more people was a luxury.
When Chen Lu was sent to the cremation, Mo Shangyun thought of many people, some of the "martyrs" they had come into contact with since childhood, some of them had their names left, and some were remembered, but she couldn't even think about more.
When I name it, I only know that many people have been sacrificed on various reports.
In the end, they only left one number.
How ridiculous, only one number is left.
*
After Chen Lu's funeral was held, Mo Shangyun did not rest at home and rushed to Ancheng directly.
On the way, she called Yan Tianxing and asked him a few questions.
——Why did Lou Xilu become an undercover agent?
——Who killed the hunting rifle master?
——Lu Yang fell from a floor, did anyone notice it?
Yan Tianxing gave her the answer she could.
The story of Lou Xilu becoming an undercover agent, Yan Tianxing said concisely and did not tell him one by one.
The master of hunting rifle was made by Yan Tianxing. At that time, the master of hunting rifle ran to the second floor, where Yan Tianxing solved him.
Lu Yang fell from the third floor, but none of them were on the third floor and knew nothing about Lu Yang's situation.
After a while, Mo Shangyun asked, "Where was Lou Xilu at that time?"
After pausing, Yan Tianxing said, "I don't know."
"knew."
Mo Shangyun's voice was faint.
The moment she hung up the phone with Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangyun looked out the car window and saw the crowd walking under the neon lights, coming and going. In a trance, she seemed to see Lu Yang's figure. When the crowd turned around, she was gentle.
A light smile appeared on his eyebrows and eyes, as warm as ever.
However, when I looked at it carefully, I found that it was just an illusion.
Mo Shangyun then withdrew her gaze. (To be continued)