Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 33: Another funeral? Something is wrong!

"No such person found?"

"That doesn't mean..."

Fu Yuheng and Pan Yuanfeng were both surprised at the same time.

Xu Tianchang nodded: "I have conducted corresponding screening of all the information that can be found, including even lists that only a few people know."

"Even pseudonyms, identity information, etc. were investigated extremely strictly and the final result was obtained."

"No one fits Zhao Li's identity."

Wait for Xu Tianchang to finish speaking.

Pan Yuanfeng smiled happily: "That can prove that all of this is probably fake, and there is a person behind the scenes controlling all of this?"

Fu Yuheng also participated in the discussion enthusiastically: "Is it possible that this funeral is fake? Or, someone did it on purpose? Just to confuse us."

At this moment, Xu Tianchang also nodded: "It is also possible, but since there is no evidence that Zhao Li has a mysterious identity, there is also no evidence to prove that Zhao Li does not have a mysterious identity, or it may just not be found out. "

Xu Tianchang analyzed it rationally.

Upon hearing this, Pan Yuanfeng, Fu Yuheng, and Fang Zheng fell into silence.

…

Just when Fenglan kept secrets about Zhao Li's funeral, she doubted its authenticity.

Xingfu City Military Division, in the Commander-in-Chief's Office.

After the lieutenant colonel officer rushed back to the military area, he immediately came to the commander-in-chief's office and told Commander-in-Chief Li Rong everything that happened at the funeral.

"Are you telling the truth?" Li Rong, commander-in-chief of the military division, sat on his office chair and stood up suddenly, looking at the lieutenant colonel with suspicion and surprise.

The lieutenant colonel officer nodded heavily, with an unprecedented serious expression: "Chief Commander, everything I said is true, and there is absolutely no falsehood in it."

After saying that, he was afraid that Li Rong wouldn't believe it, so he added: "Not only did I see it, but the farewell team and Jackson and his subordinates also saw it."

Hearing this, Li Rong walked out of his desk and came to the lieutenant colonel. He was about to say something, but he swallowed it.

This funeral...if it was really like what the lieutenant colonel described, it would be outrageous!

Li Rong thought honestly in his heart.

The old man covered in golden light, the real and illusory [Fengdu City].

Finally, the old man walked towards [Fengdu City] and disappeared with him.

The most important thing is what the old man said at the funeral.

"Little King of Hell, I haven't seen him for a thousand years."

"I want a few people from you today!"

This is simply a plot point in "online novels", right? Can this happen in reality?

Even if that [Fengdu City] is a "mirage", there are still some explanations that don't make sense.

"How is this possible... Could it be a collective hallucination?" Li Rong murmured to himself while pacing back and forth.

For a moment, he didn't know how to explain this.

Because usually, I hear a lot about this kind of thing.

It’s not just folklore, it’s also hotly debated on the Internet, and it happens from time to time.

But like today, he appeared directly at the funeral of a military hero and was seen by everyone in the farewell procession.

This nature is different.

"Okay, I understand, you go back first." Li Rong hesitated again and sent the lieutenant colonel officer away.

then.

He decisively came to the desk, picked up the landline phone on the desk, and dialed a number.

Toot toot—

On the other end of the phone, a blind tone rang first.

Then, the phone was connected and I didn't wait for the other party to speak.

Li Rong immediately said: "I am Li Rong. I am looking for the commander-in-chief of the Southern Theater Command, Commander Zheng. I have something important to report."

The pleasant female voice was stunned and quickly responded: "Okay, okay, Commander Li, please wait a moment, I will get you through right now."

Toot toot—

Another blind sound sounded.

After waiting for a moment, a sharp voice came from the phone: "Commander Li, what's the matter?"

Li Rong took a deep breath and tried to adjust his unstable mind: "Reporting to the commander, today at the farewell ceremony for the heroes of our Xingfu City Military Division, a very incredible thing happened..."

…

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

Jingle Bell--

Fang Zheng hurried back, quickly came to the desk, and picked up the landline phone on the table.

"I am Fang Zheng." Fang Zheng said solemnly.

"Mr. Fang, Zheng Hongye." A dignified old man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

When Fang Zheng heard this, he was stunned: "Commander Zheng? What's the matter?"

Commander of the Southern Theater Command, Zheng Hongye.

Why was he calling the State Security Bureau?

Fang Zheng really thought of it.

Zheng Hongye took a deep breath, and then said in a serious and surprised tone, "Mr. Fang, it's like this. Today at the farewell ceremony for the heroes of Xingfu City Military Region, an old man appeared. This old man..."

"Does your national security have any records about this old man? Or similar incident records."

Zheng Hongye made this call just to find out the true identity of this old man, or to see if he could get a satisfactory explanation.

As for this kind of thing, Guoan knows the most and knows it best.

hiss--

After listening to Zheng Hongye's description, Fang Zheng was silent for a long time, staring at the table with a little astonishment.

a long time.

"Commander Zheng, there is also such a funeral over there..." Fang Zheng gasped.

This time, it was Zheng Hongye's turn on the other end of the phone to be confused: "What do you mean? Are there other places?"

"Yes." Fang Zheng took a deep breath: "A few days ago, our National Security Bureau also received similar news."

"Commander Zheng, leave this matter to our national security. I will send people to Xingfu City to investigate later."

Zheng Hongye said in a heavy tone: "Okay, in that case, I'll bother Mr. Fang. If you need any help, just let me know."

"good."

After saying that, Fang Zheng hung up the phone, frowned and stood there for a long time.

Something is wrong...

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