Plague Doctor

"Is Shigure really not coming?"

"She's outside the cemetery, let her be."

There was drizzle in the dark sky, and today was the day when Gu Jun's funeral was held at Tianji Cemetery on the outskirts of Dahua City.

It was said to be a hero, but there was no publicity, and even internal personnel were not generally informed of the death. There were very few people attending the funeral. They were all bosses and colleagues that Gu Jun knew and were familiar with. The Dongzhou Tianji Bureau sent retired Mr. Qin to attend as a representative. It was this old man who brought Gu Jun into the Tianji Bureau.

Gu Jun's life ended at the age of twenty-three due to a brain stem tumor.

Tianji Cemetery has been closely guarded for a long time, and there is also a sealing and monitoring system built with old seal stones to prevent evil believers and dark creatures from destroying the place. Around Gu Jun's cemetery, there are also special cameras to monitor other abnormalities that may occur.

At this time, the freezing rain wet the trees in the cemetery and gradually drenched the solemn black clothes of the people attending the funeral.

Tong Ye, Dr. Shen, Yao Shinian and other Gu Jun's old bosses each took shovels and went to the tomb where the coffin was about to be buried, digging out the soil one shovel after another.

A marble tombstone has been erected in front of him. The photo on the tombstone shows a young and handsome man.

A full month has passed since the incident occurred, and everyone's faces are still full of unspeakable unwillingness, sadness and heaviness.

The above investigation concluded that Zhai Minghui was fully responsible. Zhai Minghui suffered a mental breakdown due to the impact of Gu Jun's spell during the comprehensive review of Gu Jun. Unfortunately, this was not discovered by others. , and Zhai Minghui carefully prepared the assassination operation, brought a pistol on the day of the incident and evaded inspection.

Because of this evil result, many people were held accountable, but Gu Jun did not get any justice. Today's funeral was hard-won.

Tong Ye and the others feel guilty, resentful, and painful, but they can only do this, otherwise it will only plunge the Tianji Bureau into civil strife, and then they will soon be settled.

By then, the situation will only get worse.

Moreover, they are not sure whether Zhai Minghui is solely responsible or whether others are involved in instigating the incident.

Not far over there, Deng Ximei, Peacock, Mo Qing, Jin Zhuzhu and others are all there. No matter what the truth is, they will go to the mysterious world after today.

Cai Zixuan, Wang Ruoxiang, Uncle Dan, and Lou Xiaoning all came from the Dongzhou Tianji Bureau, and they all respected Mr. Qin very much. Mr. Qin comforted them. In fact, it was still the same principles, but it was the truth. Gu Jun's sudden death was an opportunity for the dark forces to take advantage of the situation. This world needs someone to stick to it.

It's difficult, but someone has to do it, just like Gu Jun persisted before his death...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting people's bodies with a biting cold.

After digging the grave, Tong Ye and Yao Shinian, as well as the young and strong Cai Zixuan and Mo Qing, went to lift the nanmu coffin beside them and put it into the grave. The weight of the coffin pressed on their hands, which was a huge weight, but this coffin seemed as light as nothing.

The coffin was actually empty, with no bones of Gu Jun.

Part of his body has become a specimen, and the rest will be cremated, but the ashes will not be placed here to avoid being stolen by evil organizations.

As for those Carlop dissection instruments, which are undoubtedly another part of Gu Jun, they will not be buried in the ground. Those instruments still need to be studied and used.

Inside the coffin was only the old white coat that Gu Jun had worn before his death.

Although Gu Jun has such and such identities and titles, his identity in the Tianji Bureau's files is that of a doctor. He has always regarded himself as such and has been busy treating illnesses and saving people.

It was still morning, but the sky was increasingly covered by dark clouds, and low thunder began to rumble, making everyone's hearts tremble.

After they placed the coffin in the grave, they filled it back with soil until the soil covered the coffin and filled the grave. Then everyone presented a few simple bouquets of flowers. The extravagant flower baskets, ribbons, elegiac couplets, etc. were useless. This was just respect for Gu Jun.

After the burial, everyone lined up in front of the tomb, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and observed a moment of silence.

After three minutes of silence, they bowed three more times. Only then did they seem to be truly settled, with red eyes and tears falling.

The wind was howling, the rain was pouring, and the rain washed their faces.

"Ajun." Then Tongye said the funeral eulogy on behalf of everyone. However, the insider knew the real cause of death of the deceased. If the real cause of death cannot be told, what's the point of the funeral eulogy? Therefore, Tongye said simply: "With you gone, we will continue to do our best to do things well, fight against foreign enemies externally, and fight internal enemies internally."

After saying the funeral speech, Mr. Tong said to everyone: "If you have anything to say to him, just say it." and then fell into silence.

"Mr. Gu, the children of Dadi City will not give up." Peacock said, Mo Qing, Jin Zhu and others nodded solemnly, and Catherine and the others also agreed.

Cai Zixuan murmured: "Since the advent of guns, despicable cowards can also kill brave heroes."

Wang Ruoxiang next to her heard it. If Gu Jun heard it, she would definitely ask that question. She asked: "Shakespeare?"

"Don Quixote." Cai Zixuan sighed.

Lou Xiaoning felt suffocated. Uncle Dan, who was usually lively, was choked with sobs. Deng Ximei, who usually had few words, resolutely said: "Ajun, thank you for taking care of me during this period. I hope we can meet again one day. No matter it is On earth, or in hell.”

"Hey, can't it be heaven?" Lou Xiaoning asked.

"I don't believe in heaven." Deng Ximei said.

Professor Qin over there sighed after hearing this, his gray hair even more withered.

They stayed in front of the tomb for a long time, and then slowly left under this reluctance and sadness.

The rain did not weaken, but became more and more heavy. Only when lightning flashed past did the dark sky become bright for a moment, followed by thunder.

It wasn't long before the tomb was quiet before Wu Shiyu came. She was wearing a set of casual casual clothes.

Even when she stood in front of his tomb and looked at his photo on the tombstone, she didn't feel that Xian Jun was dead. But when she tried to use telepathy to call him and contact him, the cold, blank feeling told her, He's gone. Ever since that day, there has been a complete disconnect.

"Xianjun, you should be considered dead until you are resurrected, so I came to take a look. I just want to tell you that I will not ignore you. After all, I have to find someone else that I like so much. It’s really difficult to be a human being, if I have the time, I might as well find a way to resurrect you, that’s it.”

Wu Shiyu stopped and looked at it for a long time before turning and leaving.

She covered her head with her hands, shivering, and gradually disappeared into the heavy rain.

Except for the sound of thunder and rain, the cemetery became silent. Dark clouds still piled up. The wind and rain obscured the sky and the earth, as well as the surveillance cameras.

The rain hit the tombstone, hit the photo of the young man, fell to the ground, washed away the soil, and pattered...

Boom, there was another muffled thunder.

The gone lightning briefly illuminated something strange about the cemetery. The newly filled soil seemed to be loosening slightly, and shadows were gathering on the ground.

It seemed to be a humanoid figure, which seemed real and illusory, and a moment of clarity flashed: the figure was wrapped in a white coat and wore a plague doctor's beak mask on its head.

When the thunder fell, suddenly, the shadow condensed into a bird and flew out from the ground, its paws landed on top of the tombstone and stood still. It was a crow with jet-black hair, a long gray-black beak, and a pair of eyes covered with a dark color. It seemed to have a different look as it moved around.

It stood on the tombstone for a while, then suddenly flapped its wings and flew into the sky of lightning, thunder, and storm, far away, and left the cemetery.

The rain fell, but the photo of the young man on the tombstone remained the same.

It is not the dead who sleep forever. In the strange eternity, even death will be annihilated.

Love the Plague Doctor.