I am the Great Protector of the Soldier King

As dawn approached, Zhao Maolei had already brought a pure cypress coffin from Zhaojiashan and invited a famous local gentleman and his two disciples.

Huang Jiangong had already brought a bundle of white woolen cloth and pen and ink paper, wrote the banner "Severely Punish the Murderer, Give Me Back My Life" and hung it above the sales department.

Aunt Deng and Deng Hongying temporarily stopped grieving and tore the white cloth into strips. Everyone present took one strip and put it on their heads.

Mr. Yin Yang is a middle-aged man in his fifties, while the two disciples are still young, apparently less than thirty years old. After entering the sales department, the husband directed that Deng Furong's body be moved to the right side and placed side by side with the coffin. He also asked Zhu Qingyu to wrap Zhou Wanfu's bones in black gauze and put them into the coffin. A square table was placed in the center of the room. Aunt Deng was asked to bring a piece of half-cooked fatty meat called "knife head" from the canteen and two bowls of leftover rice with chopsticks inserted. They placed them in the center of the square table. Then Mr. Deng lit joss sticks. , holding it in both hands and bowing.

The husband brought a rooster that was crowing. He untied the hemp rope around the rooster's feet, murmured something in his mouth, dipped his fingers into a few drops of saliva and flicked the rooster twice. He placed the rooster next to the coffin and the rooster croaked. There was a crunch, and even though his feet were not tied, they were lying there without moving at all.

After making preparations, the husband sat around the square table, drank a cup of tea, and then began to offer sacrifices.

There are many Tujia people in the border town, so funerals are organized according to Tujia customs. Originally, Deng Furong was supposed to park her car at Dengjiabao's home, but because she committed a crime outside and died, according to the rules, even when she arrived at Dengjiabao, she could only park her car outside the door and was not allowed to enter the house. Therefore, Zhu Qingyu, with Aunt Deng's consent, went to the sales department to handle the funeral.

The Tujia people's sacrificial process is complicated and lengthy, with transcendence first and then hall sacrifice. There were several thick volumes of sacrificial texts. While the husband was singing, the two disciples were singing together. After singing a section, gongs and cymbals were played, and the sales department suddenly became lively.

Early the next morning, Deng Hongying first called Zhou Wanfu's first wife, Mrs. Zhang, in her hometown in Xindu, Sichuan, to report her death. Mrs. Zhang did not cry on the phone and promised to come immediately with her children. Then he and Zhu Qingyu went to Dengjiabao to report the funeral. When their cousins ​​heard that both Zhou Wanfu and Deng Furong had been killed, they cried bitterly and rushed to Wanfu City to attend the funeral.

By noon, there was a large crowd of people on the dam in front of the house, and dozens of vehicles were parked on the construction site.

Although there are more women than men in Dengjiabao, there are still hundreds of people gathered together. Deng Furong was killed, and catching the real culprit became everyone's urgent wish.

At this time, Deng Wanlin, the party secretary of Dengjiabao Village, and Deng Hebin, the village chief, were listening to Zhu Qingyu's account of the specific circumstances of the murders of Zhou Wanfu and Deng Furong. When they learned that they were murdered by members of the Wuying Gang and that the Qinglong Gang was the mastermind behind them, Everyone's face showed fear, lacking the previous excitement and anger.

However, when they learned that the evidence was available but the border city public security bureau had yet to arrest the suspect, they became full of resentment towards the public security bureau.

The village chief, Deng Hebin, is a veteran who still keeps his hair short. Although he is thirty-two years old, he looks two years younger than his actual age because of his tall and strong figure. He said angrily: "We will go to the Municipal Public Security Bureau tomorrow to ask for an explanation and ask them to arrest the criminal suspect as soon as possible and bring him to justice!"

Party Secretary Deng Wanlin next to him is almost sixty years old. Judging from his gray hair and chubby body, he may be suffering from diseases such as diabetes. He said with emphasis: "But we are trying to reason rather than fight, otherwise it will be counterproductive!"

Village Chief Deng snorted and said, "Uncle, you are just a coward. The Qinglong Gang and the Wuying Gang have already killed two members of my Deng family and driven Zhao Guozhu into a lunatic. But there is one person in this family." Are you in jail? Do you know that the more honest you are these days, the more you will suffer!"

Party Secretary Deng sighed and sat aside without speaking.

With hundreds of people present now, logistics is a problem. Zhu Qingyu had never managed weddings and weddings before, so he was in a hurry. Fortunately, Huang Jiangong is a good director. He divided the labor among the staff, and things such as shopping, buying food, drinking, cooking, meditating, and smoking were carried out in an orderly manner. Of course, all expenses were paid by Deng Hongying from Wanfu Fang's account. In the past two days, she and her sister had saved each other's bank account number and password to prevent accidents.

When lunch time came, the staff went to the cafeteria in two groups to eat. More than ten women from Dengjiabao took the initiative to help in the cafeteria. In less than an hour, everyone had finished eating.

In the afternoon, the number of people increased, and dozens of friends of Zhou Wanfu and Deng Furong came to express their condolences. Most of them were bosses in the development and construction industries. When they learned about the cause of death of the two men, they felt deeply regretful, and at the same time they were worried that one day this unlucky thing might happen to them.

At six o'clock the next morning, Zhou Wanfu's first wife, Mrs. Zhang, came with her three daughters. When the three daughters saw that Zhou Wanfu had only a few bones left, they were immediately heartbroken. Although Mrs. Zhang shed a few tears, she was not necessarily very sad. Maybe he was still thinking about Zhou Wanfu's divorce from her.

Sister-in-law Zhang came to discuss the matter with Deng Hongying. Deng Hongying knew what her purpose was, so she called Zhu Qingyu together to the office on the second floor.

Sister-in-law Zhang is a peasant woman with dark skin, a white handkerchief on her head, and an old-fashioned paizi dress. The eldest of the three daughters is in her twenties and the youngest is fifteen or sixteen years old, but they are as beautiful as mountain chrysanthemums in the mountains that have not been polluted at all.

"Sister, Lao Zhou is gone, and so is your sister. Everyone feels bad. Normally, Lao Zhou would give us 5,000 yuan for living expenses every time. Now that he is gone, his financial resources are gone... "At this point, Mrs. Zhang choked up and couldn't speak any more. Deng Hongying sat next to Mrs. Zhang, put her hand on her shoulder and said: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, Lao Zhou's property is all here. Firstly, there may be more than one million in bank deposits, and secondly, Wanfu There may still be some projects in the city, but the project matters still need to be dealt with with the city government. You can play here for a few days with peace of mind, and we can talk about it after the matter comes to an end, okay?"

Seeing that what she said was reasonable, Mrs. Zhang nodded in agreement.

A few of them went down from the office to the first floor, and saw the crowd outside was furious and shouting loudly. Village Chief Deng Hebin stood in the middle of the crowd and said: "Dear cousins, uncles, brothers and sisters, we in Dengjiapu are not cowards, and we will fight for this right to our lives! It is one o'clock, and all male workers and women over the age of 18 are here. I carried the coffin to the Municipal Public Security Bureau to petition, asking them to catch the murderer as soon as possible and get justice!"

"Well said!" Zhu Qingyu suddenly appeared on the stage. At 1.83 meters tall, he was half a head taller than everyone present. Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

"Young and old men in Dengjiabao, I believe that we are all honest people. We have never provoked anyone, nor committed murder or arson. However, we are bullied by others for no reason, and our lives are given back! This is intolerable! This is the truth. I won’t talk anymore, and I will immediately carry the coffin to the Public Security Bureau and ask for an explanation!”

"Okay!" The people below raised their hands and shouted.

Next, Zhu Qingyu made arrangements for the petitioners: he asked two security guards to take down the horizontal sign from the sales department, and five or six of them stood side by side in front; he asked village chief Deng to arrange for sixteen men to carry the coffin, eight people A group of replacement bearers walked behind the banner; except for Aunt Deng, Deng Hongying, Huang Jiangong and the canteen staff, other men, women, old and children followed behind and automatically formed a formation, shouting slogans with the leader; all the security guards of Wanfu City were there Behind the team stood guard.

Seeing that the deceased's body and coffin were about to be touched, Mr. Yin Yang hurriedly chanted a sacrificial poem and placed the rooster on the coffin.

Someone had already brought the yellow dragon and wooden sticks from Dengjiabao. They put Deng Furong's body into a bright red coffin, and then put Zhou Wanfu's bones into it. They put yellow dragons on the front and back of the coffin, and inserted two wooden sticks. , eight strong men squatted half-crouched, put the wooden sticks on their shoulders, and were ready to carry the funeral.

When the firecrackers were going off outside, the eight men carrying the funeral shouted "Get up!" with all their strength, and the coffin moved forward quickly with their footsteps. <