Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 44: Lifting the coffin! Let’s set off!

China, General Administration of State Security, in the director's office.

Sitting at his desk, Fang Zheng frowned, his expression even more solemn.

According to the information sent back by Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu, it can indeed be confirmed that Old Man An Pingjie is indeed just an ordinary person.

After all, even the villagers who lived with him day and night failed to notice anything strange about An Pingjie.

If a person wants to hide, he can indeed hide for a long time.

But if the initial assumptions were correct, Old Man Anpingjie was an existence unknown to them.

It would be very difficult for such a person to hide.

It's impossible to go a long time without showing any signs of weakness.

Could it be that they got it wrong again?

Was that funeral actually a fake?

But everything at the funeral happened very real.

Everyone has witnessed it and everyone can prove that this obviously doesn’t make sense.

Moreover, the investigation by Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu also revealed that the "Anping knot" that appeared at the funeral was not the real Anping knot.

But who could it be?

This series of questions lingered in Fang Zheng's mind.

Now he just feels that he has fallen into a misunderstanding, a maze.

This maze extended in all directions, but he just couldn't get out and couldn't find any direction at all.

After thinking for a long time, Fang Zheng said: "Have you already left?"

On the phone, Wang Hai responded: "Not yet, Mr. Fang, we are still in the village."

After a long sigh, Fang Zheng said solemnly: "In that case, let's attend An Pingjie's funeral. The funeral should be within these few days."

State security has now taken over two funerals and is investigating.

But they had never witnessed what happened at the funeral.

The Anping knot was originally a breakthrough, but now, the old man has passed away.

Attending An Pingjie's funeral may bring unexpected rewards.

By now, Fang Zheng has come to believe that An Pingjie, whom the investigators went to investigate, is really just an ordinary person.

The current direction of the investigation should be who the old man suspected of being "Anping Jie" appeared at the funeral.

The investigation once again hit a dead end.

"Okay, Mr. Fang." Wang Hai responded.

At this time, Fang Zheng frowned and said quickly: "When the funeral is held, I need to see the live broadcast."

"No problem, Mr. Fang."

After explaining this series of things, Fang Zheng hung up the phone.

Just after hanging up the phone, Fang Zheng had not had time to review the news he had just received.

Jingle Bell--

Another call came in.

After looking at the caller number, Fang Zheng answered the call decisively: "How is the investigation on Zhao Li going?"

Pan Yuanfeng's excited voice came from the other end of the phone: "Report to Mr. Fang! We interviewed Zhao Li's children last night and got some amazing news!"

Fang Zheng's eyes widened and he immediately became energetic.

The investigation of the funeral in Xingfu City was hindered, but the investigation of the funeral in Fenglan City made progress!

Not bad!

"Tell me! What shocking news!" Fang Zheng asked impatiently.

"We learned through questioning that about a week before Zhao Li's death, a new old man moved into the community, and Zhao Li would go to the old man to play chess every night!" Pan Yuanfeng was so excited that his tone of voice increased a few degrees.

Fang Zheng took a deep breath, his heart beating rapidly: "Continue the investigation! This is very likely to be a valuable in-depth clue!"

"Yes! Mr. Fang, we have already started investigating. I believe we will get the results soon."

Hang up the phone again.

Fang Zheng's mood at this moment was completely different.

Zhao Li went to play chess with the newly moved old man every night.

This seemingly ordinary behavior just shows that it is unusual.

Especially what happened to Zhao Li showed that this matter was unusual.

"The truth is gradually coming to light." Fang Zheng clasped his hands together, narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

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The next day.

Anjia Village.

At the entrance of the village, a wreath was placed on each side.

Yellow paper money is also scattered on the road leading to the village.

Every household in the village has a piece of white cloth hung on it, and all red items are kept at home and never displayed openly.

In the very center of the village, on the previously deserted street, hundreds of people from Anjia Village gathered.

Everyone wears a black cloth on their shoulders with the word "Dian" written on it.

These people are all villagers in the village. Today, they no longer work, wash vegetables and cook.

In the middle, surrounded by these villagers, there is a coffin covered with red paint, with the word "Dian" written on it one behind the other.

Lying in the coffin is Anpingjie.

At the four corners of the coffin stood a middle-aged man.

Today, the villagers gathered here to hold a funeral for the old man they talked about so much, Anpingjie.

An Pingjie has no heirs, no relatives, and is a lonely person.

But the villagers still spontaneously held a funeral for An Pingjie.

Over the years, Anpingjie's reputation in the village is pretty good. Except for some nagging, the villagers do not reject Anpingjie and even feel that the old man is a little pitiful.

Occasionally, someone brought food and supplies to An Pingjie, but that was all.

But now that An Pingjie has passed away, the villagers naturally put aside their prejudices and raised funds together to hold a simple funeral for him.

As time goes by little by little.

An Pinggui, a villager from Anjia Village who presided over the funeral, looked up at the sun in the sky and confirmed the time.

"Lift the coffin! Let's set off!"

An Pinggui shouted loudly.

All the surrounding villagers dispersed and consciously moved out of the way.

In front, two young men were carrying baskets, leading the way while scattering paper money in the baskets into the air.

Behind them, several villagers followed with regretful expressions on their faces.

After that, four middle-aged men lifted up the coffin containing the old man Anpingjie, swayed left and right, and followed the team.

At the end of the procession, all the villagers were filled with grief and sad faces.

In this desolate atmosphere, keep up with the team in front and the coffin.

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