Daughter-in-law

Chapter 777 Identity
I looked at the old lady who was sitting in front of the car, and there was no anger in my heart at this time, but a kind of indescribable sadness.

The old man opened the car door and walked out. He is a smart man, and of course he can understand things that I can understand.

The old man didn't speak, just sighed softly.

The woman on one side looked at her mother-in-law, cried and rushed over, saying, "Mom, if I don't leave, I won't leave even if I die!"

The old lady who was being spoiled looked at her daughter-in-law who was kneeling in front of her. There was no fierce expression on her face anymore, but tears kept streaming down her face.

"You silly girl, I told you to go, just go, you are still so young, if you go, you can find a good man and stay with me, an old woman, what to do, I don't want to drag you down!"

After the old lady finished speaking, she couldn't bear it any longer, and cried while hugging the woman.

At this scene, the surrounding villagers shook their heads and sighed, and many of them shed tears.

"Boss, these two girls are good people." The old man said in a hoarse voice.

I nodded. Although the old lady was swearing at the woman at the beginning, she was in a good mood.

Her purpose is to make the woman give up completely, and then leave the house.

The woman is still young, and now she has no husband. The old man can't bear to see her widowed, so he uses this method to drive her away.

The old man sighed and sat back in the car again. I glanced at the mourning hall and got in too.

At this time, the old man had already moved out of the way, and the old man started the car and drove out.

"Old Daoist, come again at night." I looked back, and then said to the old Daoist.

Hearing my words, the old man was obviously stunned for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "Boss, do you sympathize with this family and want to help them?"

The old man knows me well, what I am most afraid of is trouble.

Although this family is pitiful, there are too many poor people in the world. I am not a soft-hearted, bad person, and I will help anyone who is pitiful.

To put it bluntly, this family has nothing to do with me.

Everyone has their own destiny, whether it is good or bad, it is someone else's life, so I will never meddle in other people's business, this point is clear.

So after hearing what I said, the old man was a little puzzled.

"You will know when the night comes. I think her man's death is not easy." I said to the old man.

Hearing my words, the old Taoist nodded and said nothing.

Just now at the gate of the yard, I felt something was wrong. Although I didn't see the woman's dead husband, there was always a strange feeling inside the coffin.

So I decided to check it out tonight.

In the nursing home, I spent another day of salty fish. Since the death of the master, that guy Chen Zheng has become much calmer. I'm not used to it.

Duanmuqing went to the mountain, and he has always hit it off with Liu Jingqing, especially the tea in the temple, sitting for a whole day.

Gravekeeper Zhou Li is now the janitor of the nursing home. He likes this new job very much and works hard every day.

It's just that I'm not used to being cautious every time I see you.

It was getting dark, so I told the old man to drive and go to that woman's house again.

The car stopped at the door, I looked at the coffin shed at the entrance of the courtyard, and wrinkled the door strangely.

Because there was no one there at this time, only the woman, her mother-in-law and her daughter were left.

Those busy people were all gone.

This confuses me a bit.

It stands to reason that the man hasn't been cremated yet, and the neighbors who helped with the funeral can't leave so soon. Even at night, there will be people keeping watch. Why is there no one else besides their own family?

The three mothers just stood guard in the mourning hall, as if they were waiting for someone.

"Boss, something is wrong, why don't we go down and have a look?" The old man also noticed something was wrong and said to me.

I shook my head and said, "Don't worry, just wait."

The old man didn't say anything, he just unscrewed the window and threw me a cigarette.

The two of us just smoked and waited in the car.

Nearly early in the morning, lights came on in the distance, and two vans drove over on the small road in the distance.

The car came to the door and stopped.

Then the car door opened, and a dozen men and women stepped out of the car, all dressed in casual clothes.

"What is this for? Who came to express condolences in the middle of the night, and there are so many people here?" The old man looked at the front, confused.

I looked at the dozen or so people and couldn't help frowning.

I could tell at a glance that although these people were wearing casual clothes, they were not ordinary people.

Because their actions and behaviors are very different from ordinary people, these people should be trained, like soldiers or policemen.

"Boss, I'm afraid these people are here to mess things up, do we want to go down!" Seeing this, my old man couldn't help it, and pulled the car door to go down.

"No, wait and see." I hastened to stop the old man.

The only man in this family was dead, and only the orphans and widows were left. Even if someone really came to make trouble, there would not be such a big battle.

What's more, these people all have awe-inspiring righteousness, and they are not bad people at all.

I saw those people walked into the mourning shed, talking to the old lady and the woman.

The couple kept crying and wiping away their tears.

Not long after, the group of people divided into two rows and stood on both sides of the coffin shed.

The two rows of people stood neatly, and it looked like they had been training regularly, which made me more certain about their identities.

"salute!"

At this time, a middle-aged man with a square face standing in the front let out a low drink.

After the voice fell, everyone raised their right hands and gave a respectful military salute.

The movements are uniform.

In the middle of the night, these people just raised their hands and stood quietly, looking at the man lying in the ice coffin with a solemn expression, because lying there was their comrade-in-arms, a comrade who had been extremely close and lived and died together.

They just stood like this for a long time, like two rows of standing stone sculptures, facing the young photo on the table in the mourning hall, tears streaming down their faces silently.

The old lady and the woman knelt on the futon, crying sadly.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, and then I took out the cigarette and took a hard puff.

The old Taoist next to him couldn't help but sigh, and a trace of grief flashed across his face.

By now, we all know that a woman's husband is not an ordinary person, because ordinary people do not have the respect of these people.

He should be a soldier or policeman with a special mission. His identity is very special and needs to be kept secret, so it cannot be made public. Even if he is dead now, he can only keep it secret.

So these comrades of his can only choose to come at night even for the funeral.

The current world is safe and stable. As long as we work hard, everyone can live a peaceful and happy life.

But this is only the calm on the surface, and evil still breeds in the invisible shadows.

And some are on a mission to fight these evils that lurk in the shadows.

It is with the existence of these people that we can guarantee our peaceful life.

To use a bad street saying on the Internet: There is no such thing as a quiet time, only someone is carrying the burden for us.

At this time, the people in front of us, as well as the man whose woman has passed away, are all carrying our weight forward.

In this world, everyone worships heroes. Those heroes standing on the stage enjoy flowers and applause. The scenery is infinite and worshiped by others.

Of course, they deserve it.

But few people know that there are many, many heroes hidden behind the scenes.

It's not that their sacrifices are not worth getting those things, but that their identities do not allow them to receive flowers and applause, and their sacrifices are actually more.

They are the real great heroes.

"That young man doesn't look very old, but he is more than [-] years old. He is a poor child."

Looking at the portrait in the coffin, the old Taoist said with a long sigh.

I didn't say it, because now I don't know what to say, but I feel very uncomfortable.

I don't know how long, I haven't felt this way.

The group of people stood for a long time, although everyone had tears streaming down their faces, but no one cried out, and stood silently.

"Close the team!"

I don't know how long it took, and there was a low voice, everyone put down their hands, and then walked to the old man and the woman one by one to say goodbye to them.

The next moment, those people turned around, walked into the car, and disappeared into the night.

I opened the car door and walked over, and the old man followed me down.

Seeing me and the old man, the woman and her mother-in-law were obviously a little surprised, looking at us a little at a loss.

"Don't be afraid, we are not bad people, we just want to express our condolences." I nodded to the woman.

The woman didn't say anything, but nodded with red eyes.

I picked up a piece of incense and lit it, walked to the mourning hall, bowed respectfully three times, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

This sacrificed hero deserves my respect.

To offer incense, I casually walked to the back, and then glanced at the person lying in the ice coffin.

He looks about 30 years old, with a sharp-edged face and a sense of justice.

Looking at the corpse in the freezer, I couldn't help frowning, because I found that the middle of his forehead seemed to be abnormal.

Because there is a drop of black blood oozing out there at this time, the size of a bean grain.

If blood can ooze, it proves that there should be a wound on his forehead, and the wound is very small.

It was most likely pierced with a needle-shaped object.

This wound should have been left by him during his lifetime, and there were many bruises on his face. Obviously, he had suffered a lot during his lifetime.

"What is your husband's identity?" I turned my head and looked at the woman and asked.

Meeting my gaze, the woman hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "He is a policeman, but an anti-narcotics policeman. I just found out that he was discovered because he was an undercover agent, so the accident happened."

(End of this chapter)