Plague Doctor

“Isn't it really raining? ”

“She's outside the mausoleum, let her. ”

It rained heavily in the cloudy sky, and today is Gu Jun's funeral day in the sky mausoleum outside Dahua City.

It is said to be a hero's specification, but there is no propaganda, not even internal personnel are generally aware of the news of the death, and few people attend the funeral, all known and familiar bosses and colleagues of Gu Jun. The Dongzhou Sky Machinery Bureau sent retired Qin Lao to attend the meeting. It was the old man who brought Gu Jun to the Sky Machinery Bureau.

Gu Jun, because of the brain stem tumor, life ended at the age of 23.

It has long been heavily guarded, as well as a town sealing and surveillance system made of old stampede to prevent damage from evil followers and dark creatures. Around Gu Jun's cemetery, there are also special cameras to monitor other possible anomalies.

At this time, frozen rainwater dampened the trees in the mausoleum and soaked the solemn black clothes of those involved in the funeral.

Grandpa Tong, Dr. Shen, Shinian Yao and other old bosses of Gu Jun each held a shovel of iron to the grave where the coffin was about to be buried and dug with dirt.

A marble headstone has been erected in front of it. The photograph on the headstone is young and handsome.

A full month has passed since the events took place, and the faces of the people remain unspeakable, sad and heavy.

The investigation in the face of this matter concluded that Minghui was solely responsible. Minghui suffered a mental breakdown as a result of the spell shock by Gu Jun in charge of the comprehensive evaluation of Gu Jun. Unfortunately, this was not noticed by others, and Minghui carefully prepared the assassination operation, carrying a pistol on the day of the incident and escaped the examination.

Because of this evil result, a lot of people have been held accountable, but Gu Jun has received little justice. Today's funeral has been difficult.

Grandpa Tong, they are ashamed, hateful, painful, but this is the only way to do it, otherwise it will only plunge NASA into civil strife, and soon they will be dealt with as well.

By then, the situation will only be worse.

Besides, whether it is Minghui's blame or someone else's involvement in the instruction, the truth, even they are uncertain.

Not far from there, Deng Xie Mai, Peacock, Ink Qing, Golden Column and others are there. Whatever the truth, they will go to the secret world after today.

And Cai Zixuan, Wang Ruoxiang, Egg Uncle, Lu Xianning, they all came out of Dongzhou Sky Machinery Bureau, all with great respect to Qin Lao. Qin Lao persuaded them a bit. In fact, it is still those principles, but it is also the truth. The sudden death of Gu Jun is an opportunity for dark forces to enter into the void. The world needs to be adhered to.

It's hard, but someone has to do it. Just as Jun Gu insisted...

It's raining harder and harder and harder.

After digging the tomb pit, Tong, Yao Shinian and their young and powerful Cai Zixuan and Ink Qing together went to lift the coffin next to them and put it in the tomb pit. The weight of the coffin is on their hands, and it weighs a thousand juns, but it is also this coffin, as if it were nothing.

The coffin was actually empty, without Gu Jun's bones.

Some of his remains have been specimens and others will be cremated, but the ashes will not be placed here either, lest they be stolen by evil groups.

And those Carlop anatomical devices —— that's definitely another part of Gu Jun, and they're not going to bury in the land, and they're going to have to be studied and used.

In the coffin, only Gu Jun was wearing an old white coat.

Despite having such an identity and name, Gu Jun's archival identity at the Sky Machinery Bureau was that of a doctor, and he had been so self-conscious that he had been busy healing and saving people.

Still in the morning, the sky became increasingly cloud-covered, and a low thunderbolt began to burst, a position that shook people's hearts.

Once they had placed the coffin in the grave pit, a shovel filled the soil back until the soil covered the coffin and filled the grave pit. Then people would give a few simple flowers. The flower baskets, ribbons, groves, etc. were useless. This is just a tribute to Gu Jun.

After the burial, everyone stood in front of the tomb, looking at the photograph on the tombstone and mourning.

After three minutes of silence, they bowed three more times, when it seemed like there was a real certainty, red eyes, tears falling.

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

“Arjun.” Then Grandpa Tong spoke the funeral words on behalf of everyone, but the knower knew the real cause of the death, if not even the real cause of death, what would the funeral words have to say? So Grandpa Tong made it simple: “If you are not here, we will continue to do our best to make things right, to resist external enemies and internal enemies. ”

Speaking of the strike, Grandpa Tong said to the others: “If you have anything to say to him, say it.” and fell into silence.

“Mr. Gu, the children of Metropolitan City will not give up.” Peacock said, ink, gold columns and others nodded heavily, and Catherine and they agreed.

Cai Zixuan muttered: “Since the guns, cowards can kill brave heroes. ”

Wang Ruoxiang next door heard it. If Gu Jun heard it, she would surely ask, "Shakespeare? ”

“Don Gickold.” Cai Zixuan sighed.

Lu Xianning's breath couldn't come out, his usual lively uncle was swallowing, but there was nothing to talk about. “Ah Jun, thank you for taking care of me for a while. I hope to see you again someday. In the world, in hell. ”

“Hey, can't it be heaven?” Xianning asked.

“I don't believe in heaven.” Deng Ximai said.

Professor Qin over there heard a long sigh, and the pale white hair appeared more faint.

They stayed in front of the tomb for a while and slowly left under this tenacity and sorrow.

The rain did not diminish, but drifted more. Only when the lightning went through did the dark sky have such a flash of light, followed by a thunderbolt.

Shortly before the grave was quiet, Wu Shiyu arrived and she wore a set of casual clothes.

Even standing in front of his grave, looking at his photograph on the headstone, she didn't feel that Xianjun was dead, just that cold, blank feeling told her that he was gone when she tried to call him by heart. Since that day, there has been something completely disconnected.

“Xian Jun, in the time leading up to your resurrection, you must be dead, so let me see. I just wanted to tell you that I won't leave you alone. After all, it's really hard to find another person that I like so much. With that skill, I might as well find a way to resurrect you, that's it. ”

Wu Shiyu stood and watched for a long time before turning away.

Her hands covered her head and shivered in cold shadows, gradually disappearing into the rain.

In addition to the thunderstorms, the cemetery was silenced, clouds were still piling up, wind and rain clouded the heavens and earth, and surveillance cameras were clouded.

Rain hit the headstone, hit the young man's photo, landed on the floor, washed the dirt, dud...

Boom, another muffled thunder.

The fading lightning briefly illuminated a slightly different part of the cemetery, and the newly filled soil appeared to be slightly loose, with shadows gathering on the ground.

It was like a human figure, like an illusion, flashing through the clarity of the moment: a white coat with a plague doctor's bird mouth mask on his head.

When the thunder fell, suddenly, the shadow condensed into a bird flying off the ground, with its claws resting above the tombstone. It was a crow with dark hair, long, grey, black mouths, dark colors in both eyes, and it looked like there was something different between the swings.

It stood on the tombstone for a moment and suddenly patted its wings, flying towards the lightning, stormy sky, away from the cemetery.

The rain drifted down, and the photograph of the young man on the tombstone was still the same.

It is not the deceased who will sleep forever, but even death will perish in the strange ancient times.