After the coffin was covered with soil, the mother stood up, holding a wooden memorial tablet in her hand.
The funeral procession tidied up a bit and then prepared to leave.
Lin Qingyi looked at the spare coffin at the back of the carriage, pondering how to leave the coffin and the person inside without anyone noticing.
Lin's mother gestured to her, "Let's follow their car back to the city."
Lin Qingyi nodded and climbed into the back of the car.
Lin's mother looked at her daughter with a strange expression.
Lin Qingyi signified: "I get carsick, I want to go outside for some fresh air!"
Seeing that she didn't look too good, I let her be.
The car started smoothly.
They pushed open the coffin lid, which wasn't very sturdy.
The blood on the man had stained the inside of the empty coffin crimson.
The sudden burst of light made Ang instinctively reach out to shield his eyes, and the next second he felt a shadow cast on his face as the sunlight was blocked.
He slowly opened his eyes.
He noticed that Lin Qingyi had crossed her hands in front of his eyes to block the sun.
The mountain road was extremely bumpy, but it also helped her regain some of her senses. She called back the missed calls on her phone from when she had fainted.
Lin Qingyi couldn't hear him speak; she only saw his pale lips open and close before he hung up the phone.
Back at the funeral home office, Lin's mother went to the back and told her that she needed to settle her accounts and asked her to wait outside.
The people in the car had only been gone for two minutes when a group of burly men in plainclothes rushed toward her from the doorway.
Her hands were sweaty. As the person drew closer, she subtly closed the coffin lid, leaving only a crack.
But the two on the other side seemed to have a clear objective, heading straight for them.
Fu Siming could see the cold sweat on her forehead.
Just as the men were about to get their hands on the coffin, they lifted it away.
Lin Qingyi, I don't know where she got the courage, just leaned on him as if she wanted to go together.
Fu Siming laughed at this.
He waved his hand.
Only then did the men stop moving.
Seeing him typing something on his phone, Lin Qingyi felt the phone vibrate in her pocket.
Then she noticed the man in front of her waving his phone at her, so she sat on the coffin lid, took out her phone, and glanced at it.
Silently climbed down from above.
Fu Siming handed over his business card, and several burly men carried the coffin to a luxurious extended limousine in front of her.
The combination is bizarre, like watching a 70-year-old Taoist priest ride Harry Potter's broomstickâit's just too incongruous...
When Lin's mother came out, she saw her standing there blankly staring at the door, so she reached out and gave her a push.
Lin Qingyi immediately composed herself.
Due to excessive blood loss, Ang remained in bed for two full days before waking up.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Fu Siming standing by the window, seemingly lost in thought.
Upon hearing his voice, Yes finished his routine check and, knowing they had something to say, gave them a few instructions and returned the room to the two of them.
Fu Siming: "I was quite lucky; I almost died."
Ang felt numbness in his shoulders, and when he moved them, they were painfully pulled.
"I'm serious, do you know that she almost carried you to the hospital with her to save you?"
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His expression amused Fu Siming.
Ang recalled the last glimpse of Lin Qingyi before he lost consciousness, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. She had saved him again.
"Laugh if you want to, it's not your mouth that's going to get hurt."
Hearing his mocking remarks, Ang got even more excited.
"You think you can just lick your lips and not poison yourself? I'm only doing this because I'm investigating Sun Jiming."
He pushed the shoulder out of his hand, hoping to make the person in front of him feel a little guilty.
Instead, he shook his head and said, "I think the name 'Dark Ghost' is a bit lacking now. Is it because your professional skills have declined?"
"roll!"
Fu Siming caught the water glass he threw at him, his playful expression vanishing.
"So what happened?"
"I never imagined that Sun Jiming would be so bold as to hand out guns in China. But this also confirms that he has a connection with that orphanage. They specifically sent people to guard it, and there were quite a few of them, all of them highly capable."
After pondering for a while, he continued, "Those people seem to be mostly on duty in the dormitory area. I've been waiting in the archives room for several days and no one is there. When I went there the other day, a woman suddenly came in to retrieve some materials. She reacted very quickly and immediately notified someone to come. I think that woman is probably also involved in something."
He was talking about Liu Shanshan. When Liu Shanshan saw him in the archives, she immediately found someone. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to escape from an orphanage.
Sun Jiming even hired someone to keep an eye on what kind of place it was.
Just as I was about to leave the ward, I received a message from Lin Qingyi on my phone.
Hello, Mr. Fu, how is he doing?
Fu Siming glanced at the person on the bed. "Do you want to see her?"
Ang has always kept to himself and others, partly due to his special status and partly because he has too many enemies.
But since he took the initiative to inquire about Lin Qingyi, it's clear that their relationship is unusual.
Ang looked up and nodded.
In the afternoon, Lin Qingyi brought a fruit basket and a bouquet of flowers to the hospital.
The flowers were Lin Qingyi's specialty; it was obvious at a glance that she had put them together herself.
Because normal conversation was impossible, the only sound in the ward was the scratching of a writing board.
Are you alright? Are you badly injured?
Ang wanted to curse, but he couldn't lift his right shoulder, and his handwriting was worse than a primary school student's, crooked and messy.
Lin Qingyi didn't pay much attention, looking at him with worried eyes.
"I didn't expect to meet you here. You are..." She thought for a moment and then erased the last two words.
Then he immediately wrote, "I will be returning to S country with my mother soon and will not be able to visit you. This bouquet of flowers is for you. I wish you a speedy recovery."
She seemed to have a lot to say while she was busy, but Ang felt a little uncomfortable. He kept unconsciously wanting to respond to her, but she couldn't hear his own voice.
Ang wrote a string of numbers on the board and handed it over.
"Call me if you need anything."
After that, the two never spoke again.
Lin Qingyi really wanted to ask him why he was injured and how he got hurt.
But then I thought about it again. The two of them weren't actually that close, and they hadn't met many times. It was just that I always ran into him when he was in my care.
He... must be doing a very dangerous job...
Lin Qingyi spent the entire afternoon in the ward.
Ang actually thought this was not bad, at least it wasn't like before, when he always had to heal on his own when he was injured.
Even so, she stayed quietly in the ward.
Lin Qingyi came back with her mother to hold her grandfather's funeral. She had said before that she wanted to come back, but her mother never let her.
Actually, she also wanted to stay in this place called her hometown for a while, even though she had no emotional attachment to it.
She didn't have a father, but her mother did. However, her mother was willing to abandon her father and go to a distant place. She didn't understand, but she couldn't bring herself to ask.
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