I am the strongest sheriff on the surface

Xiaopeng was a little puzzled, followed by a few smirks, and said: "The organization in the institute donates to Zhou Bing's family members. The old rule is that it is voluntary, and the minimum is 50."

Chen Shi nodded, took out a 150 yuan bill and handed it to Xiaopeng.

Then he took out another hundred: "This is Hong Feng's."

There is an unwritten rule for donations from organizations in general units, and the money is collected according to the level. It seems that the donation from the Qingta this time is [-] for ordinary security officers, and [-] is added for each higher level, and generally subordinates will not donate more than leaders. More.

Fei also took out 50 yuan wisely.

Xiaopeng reached out to take it.

It's Xiao Cheng's turn.

He first took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, then took out a fifty-dollar bill from his trouser pocket, touched his whole body, and then said to Fei:

"Have you brought any money? Give me four hundred."

Fei didn't ask anything, just took out 500 yuan from his handbag and handed it over.

Xiao Cheng nodded, took it and handed it to Xiaopeng.

"Brother Xiao, you..." Xiaopeng hesitated.

"This is donated by me, don't ask, just take it." Xiao Cheng's tone was affirmative.

Xiaopeng nodded, turned and left the office.

When he reached the door, he seemed to remember something, turned around and said, "Tomorrow will be Zhou Bing's funeral, and anyone who wants to go can go."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Xiaopeng didn't say the time and place. It's good to fulfill the obligation of notification for this kind of thing. Generally, no one would go to such an unlucky place because of a criminal.

"Xiao Peng." Unexpectedly, Xiao Cheng stopped him, and opened his mouth to ask, "Where is it? What time?"

"At eight o'clock in the morning, at Dongyang Funeral Home." Xiaopeng replied subconsciously, and then asked doubtfully, "Brother Xiao, are you going?"

Xiao Cheng nodded.

Xiaopeng blew his hair, thought for a while, turned around and walked away without asking any questions.

At this time Fei moved over: "Xiao Cheng, it's not about the money, you don't have to do this, it's not bad for you."

"I know it's not bad for me, but my heart... can't make it through."

Xiao Cheng put his hands under his head, lay on his back on the chair and stretched as hard as he could.

……

Early the next morning, the weather was still fine, and there was even some warmth from the north wind.

Before 07:30, Xiao Cheng came to Dongyang Funeral Home.

The last time he came was six years ago!

Although it was very early, there was a lot of traffic at the door, and there was a constant flow of people.

"Business here is really good."

Xiao Cheng shook his head, after all, anyone has to come to this kind of place, and it is difficult to do business well.

Walking into the gate, there is a smell of burning paper mixed with a strong smell of smoke. After careful identification, there is still a trace of decay and staleness inside.

The large rectangular hall was full of voices. There were more than a dozen rooms lined up on both sides. There were people chatting, playing cards, and busy performing sacrificial activities at the door. They were in a mess.

"hiss……"

Such a bustling scene made Xiao Cheng, who was standing in the middle of the hall, shudder, as if a trace of coolness kept piercing through the cracks in his bones, making him feel like falling into an ice cellar.

"Brother Xiao!"

Just as he was looking around in a daze, a familiar voice came from behind: "You came so early?"

Xiao Cheng turned around: "Xiaopeng? Why are you here too?"

"Let me send the donations from the office together." Xiaopeng curled his lips: "Director Zhao of the logistics said that they are short of manpower recently, and they don't bother the two masters..."

As he spoke, he shook his head with a helpless expression.

"This kid still doesn't know how to say no!" Xiao Cheng thought for a while, but didn't speak.

Some things are not something that others will listen to when they say a little bit of reason, and they will never grow up without doing things.

"Brother Xiao, come with me."

Seeing Xiao Cheng standing there, Xiaopeng was a little dazed, guessing that he might not have found the place yet: "I know where it is."

After speaking, he walked towards the hall first.

Xiao Cheng took steps to keep up.

After walking a few steps, Xiaopeng looked up and spotted a room with Zhou Mansion written on the blackboard at the door, and walked in, Xiao Cheng followed.

The space is not big, and there is an incense table in the middle, on which a large black and white photo of Zhou Bing stands still, three fragrant white smokes on the pottery incense burner, and three fruit plates are all available.

In front of the incense table was a transparent coffin, Xiao Cheng noticed that there were only a few clothes and some small items inside.

There was not a bouquet of flowers or a wreath, and the seats on both sides were empty. In the room, only Zheng Lili was holding Zhou Chen.

"Come here to express condolences!"

The gentleman who was in charge of receiving guests before the funeral was drowsy, but when he heard someone coming, he immediately pulled himself together and sang loudly: "One bow..."

The deceased is the big one, Xiao Cheng Xiaopeng bowed three times respectfully.

"Family answer!"

After finishing the lecture according to the script, the husband sat back again, looking listless.

It wasn't until then that Zheng Lili pulled Zhou Chen to stand up, bowed first, and then looked up.

"you……"

The circles of her eyes turned red instantly, her whole body trembled involuntarily, and a look of resentment appeared on her face.

"You still have the face!" Zheng Lili stared at Xiao Cheng, gnashing her teeth.

Xiao Cheng looked straight into her eyes without saying a word.

At this time, Zhou Chen pursed his mouth and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Xiao, didn't you say that Dad would come back?"

Xiao Cheng's tears fell all at once, and he wanted to speak several times, but he didn't say a word.

After a while, he finally choked out three words: "I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry!" Upon hearing this, Zheng Lili rushed forward like crazy: "You say sorry to me! How did you tell me back then? You say sorry to me now!"

Her hands kept beating on Xiao Cheng's chest, comparing each other with more force.

"You talk, talk? Tell me, what about Zhou Bing? What about others?"

Xiao Cheng gritted his teeth and stood there, letting Zheng Lili's fists rain down on him.

Her fists were not heavy, but each blow seemed to land on Xiao Cheng's heart, causing a heart-rending pain.

"You promised, you promised, Zhou Bing will come back, my husband will come back, but now his bones are gone..."

Tired from the beating, Zheng Lili dragged Xiao Cheng's clothes and slowly withered to the ground.

"what……"

Then, a heart-piercing cry erupted from her thin body.

Zhou Chen also ran over, hugged his mother who was sitting on the ground with his small body, raised his head and stared at Xiao Cheng while crying and said: "Uncle Xiao, my mother and I trust you so much, how can you lie! "

Xiao Cheng's eyes were red, he was speechless.

"Zheng Lili, I don't blame Brother Xiao for this matter." Xiaopeng on the side couldn't see it, and walked up and said: "There is a wrong and a debt, and if you want to blame, blame the mastermind behind your husband's death."

Xiao Cheng glared at Xiaopeng.

This kid really can't pick the right time to talk. It's been more than 24 hours since the crime happened, and even the slightest clue has not been found in the whole office. If you mention this to someone now, isn't it just adding salt to someone's wound?

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Zheng Lili's tear-stained face showed a stern expression.