Bionic Era

Tragedy master Eury Peters said: "A grand funeral is but a vanity of the living."

This is the opening sentence of Feng Fugui's will.

He told Lu Wen that the day he entered the business, he had already written his will.

In fact, many executives keep a thin page of wills under their pillows or in their bookcases.

Feng Fugui's home is not in the urban area, it is an old house in the suburbs, so he rests in the executive bureau most of the time.

Although Du Changqing was hypocritical, he made a good start for the executive board.

After he left, many executives in the executive bureau had the habit of donating money.

The same goes for Feng Fugui. The object of his donation is a children's welfare home.

【Cremation, try not to waste land resources】

【Simplified funeral】

[All relics are sold or donated directly]

【Please keep this old house for me】

【…】

The death of a third-level executive can cause quite a stir.

His funeral can last for a long time, and friends and colleagues who have been acquainted with him for decades will come to his tombstone and tell them how much they miss him.

Lu Wen was sitting in the living room of this old house.

The old sofa was covered with gray cloth, the TV was covered with dust, the sun shone in through the wooden windows, and those tiny particles floated gently in the light.

On the coffee table in the living room is a decades-old tape player.

There is a tape inside.

Lu Wen pressed the play button.

The tape rotates slowly.

Nostalgic tunes echoed in the empty living room.

It was the old exec's favorite listening to Fool's Wharf, an old love song.

Feng Fugui's ancestors lived by the sea and have been fishermen for generations.

People who live by the sea have a feeling for the sea. Even if they leave later, they will often miss those stormy days, when the boats heaved and fell in the rough waves, and the fishermen returned with a full load.

The old executive had no relatives and was once married, but his wife died in a car accident not long after the criminal took revenge.

Lu Wen got up slowly and put down the will in his hand.

He came to the gate.

Let's keep this old house as it is.

The wooden door slowly closed.

Next he drove to an orphanage.

According to Feng Fugui's habit, he would go to this orphanage every once in a while, bringing some snacks, candies or toys.

At his age, other people already have children and grandchildren under their knees, but he has lived alone for a long time, and this old man may also want to experience that feeling.

Lu Wen told the dean the truth, and then donated Feng Fugui's remaining property to the orphanage according to the content of his will.

Some children were puzzled why Grandpa Feng wasn't here today.

"The funeral has begun, when are you coming?"

It was Wei Boan who called.

"immediately."

Lu Wen hung up the phone.

This funeral was destined to be impossibly simple.

Outside the public cemetery, countless fans of the wandering poet, looking sad and dressed in black, surrounded the entire cemetery like a pilgrimage.

The two finally agreed with Feng Fugui's opinion.

The influence of wandering poets must be eradicated, otherwise Mowu City will gradually take another path. This city does not need law enforcement officers in the dark.

Lu Wen came to the outermost edge of the cemetery.

"It's Lu Wen, he's here too." Someone in the crowd whispered.

"What did the report say? The poet was shot by criminals with a shotgun and finally confessed in the flames? Could it be that Lu Wen did it to him?" someone asked.

Lu Wen did not give images of the time.

So people are quite curious about what happened in that fire last night.

"It's unlikely. The relationship between Lu Wen and Chief Feng is quite good, as well as Chief Wei from the tenth district. During this time, the three of them often have dinner together."

The surrounding crowd has seriously hindered the traffic around the cemetery.

There are still people coming from other regions, wanting to bid farewell to this legendary wandering poet.

Feng Fugui's body was cremated overnight.

After living a lifetime, there is only a small black box left in the end.

The crowd made way for Lu Wen.

The funeral was presided over by a second-level executive officer of the executive bureau. According to Feng Fugui's last wish, everything was kept simple. Everyone in the executive bureau sat around and listened to him finish his eulogy.

Wei Bo'an sat at the front. In fact, he was the one who should preside over the funeral, but he didn't.

Lu Wen couldn't see any emotion on his face. This middle-aged man was very calm from last night to now.

"Chairman Feng joined the executive bureau at the age of 22. Thirty-six years have passed since then. He has seen many dark sides of the world. His parents were killed by criminals, and his wife died in a car accident. It was later found out that he had just been released from prison. The world owes him too much, perhaps because he was worried that he would no longer be able to uphold justice after retirement, so he chose to become the guardian of the night..."

People in this world uphold the idea that the dead are the greatest.

No matter how many things that wandering poet should not have done in his lifetime, he is dead now.

Accompanied by a lifetime of glory and infamy, he will sleep forever in the dark underground.

The funeral was over quickly.

The people who came to mourn came forward one by one, offering flowers or words of thanks, and some people would curse a few words.

Lu Wen and Wei Boan left the scene early.

This matter is over, and there are other things waiting for them.

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Wei..."

An intern from the Executive Bureau of the 15th District followed them, with doubts in his tone, hesitant to speak.

"Do you want to ask the truth of the matter?" Lu Wen looked at him,

"Yes." The intern nodded, his face still childish.

"The truth is what you see."

Lu Wen patted him on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

During lunch, the person in charge of the Thirteenth District Executive Bureau called him.

Considering Lu Wen's current influence and the big case of ending the wandering poet.

Asked over there if he needed to be re-rated.

If the review is passed, Lu Wen is likely to become the only bionic third-level executive officer in the thirteenth district, and may even be the only one in the entire Mowu City.

"This is too fast." Lu Wen said.

"We have considered this comprehensively. You are now the face of the Thirteenth District Executive Bureau, and to be honest, your credit is enough. The number of fugitives you arrested in the 15th District during this period is more than enough." The sum of other executives for several years, many of them were killed." The other end of the phone said.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple... In fact, just ending the wandering poets is already considered a great achievement. You have successfully prevented more wandering poets from appearing in Mowu City."

"All right, please inform me."

There are many agencies within the executive board, and there are countless departments, large and small.

Lu Wen was very troubled to go through these procedures. If he was an intern with no background, it would take several days to go through the procedures for becoming a full-time student, with more than 20 chapters. Fortunately, Xia Chuluo handled the procedures for his full-time status.

Lunch is still a big food stall by the sea.

The two sat opposite each other.

"What are your future plans?" Lu Wen looked at Wei Bo'an.