The Underworld Detective - Chapter 833

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Later, Huang Xiaotao, Wang Yuanchao, and Song Jie all came in, and I put on rubber gloves: “Everyone is here, I am going to have an autopsy.”

Huang Xiaotao asked: “Song Yang … isn’t there anything good about this?”

I lifted the white sheet and saw the face again, still a look in my heart. My mind suddenly returned many years ago. When I faced the grandpa’s body, everything started from that night.

Sword God used the name of “Jiangbei Residual Sword”. Let’s notice this huge organization hidden in the dark, step by step involved in it, again and again, the sword God has become a companion from the enemy.

In the end, we accomplished something that was almost impossible. We completely defeated Jiangbei’s residual sword, but the sword **** lay in front of me.

I forcibly suppressed the thoughts in my heart, but after speaking, my voice was still choked. How many times did I feel a similar breath to Grandpa from the sword god, and I told myself that it was impossible.

However, the appearance of the corpse in front of him proved that he did have a close relationship with his grandpa.

I said: “The deceased’s name is unknown, nicknamed Sword God, male, about 70 years old, and of medium build.”

I took God ’s hand and looked at it. There were many calluses on the back of his hand and fingertips. Looking up, he was strong and muscular, and I continued: “The deceased has long practiced martial arts, and his physical fitness is far better than ordinary people … … “

Song Jie had begun to wipe her tears silently, Huang Xiaotao also choked and said, “Enough, Song Yang, we know you are overly sad, stop!”

“No!” I looked at everyone with a gaze, “I have something to show you! Come here.”

I asked them to come to the other side of the morgue bed, and then I picked up the left arm of the sword god, and there were four knives with the word “regret” carved on the inside of his arm. From the depth of the scar, they were engraved on Three years ago, two years ago, one year ago, and this year.

The four words of “regret” seemed to be silently telling the pain inside the sword god, and even a picture emerged in front of my eyes. In the middle of the night, the sword **** slowly wrote on himself with a knife, he clenched his teeth and endured Pain, blood bleeds across the arm.

“Did you say …” Huang Xiaotao looked at me: “He has always regretted killing your grandpa!”

I said, “He looks exactly like my grandpa, but is slightly older. There is no doubt that the two are twins, one became Wen Song and one became Wu Song. Sword God once said that his relationship with Grandpa Just like Song Xingchen and I, I think this relationship should be closer. They have common parents. “

I ca n’t say any more. I stroked these four words of remorse: “Senior, you must be more painful than me, I forgive you, please be under Jiuquan and be back with grandpa Come on! “

I took out the paper money, burned it in front of the sword god, and then Huang Xiaotao asked everyone to take a step back, and everyone bowed together towards the sword god’s body.

“A glass of rice wine respects the heavens and the world, two high incense respects the ghosts and gods. The lantern is wiped out of the night, and Zhao Xuesong is punished for his injustice.”

I whispered the farewell song of the Song family.

A gust of wind struck, and the paper ashes rolled continuously, saying goodbye to me like a ghost.

This is a lofty soul. He persisted in his conviction throughout his life and defended justice in his own way. He had only done one thing wrong, so he had been living in pain for years.

Tears squirmed on my face. When the flames went out, I wiped away the tears, revived, and said to Song Xingchen, “Let’s send our seniors home!”

The body of the Sword God was cremated in the nearest crematorium. He walked alone, only a few of us saw him off. His name will not be a household name, he will not be included in the list of martyrs, but can only be engraved in my heart.

I brought the ashes of the sword god, and Huang Xiaotao temporarily separated, and flew to Songjia Village, Fujian with Song Xingchen and Song Jie.

When we came to the village, we met a group of Wu Song who stopped the way, and the other party shouted, “Song Yang, who is the ashes you brought back? Song Jiacun is not a cemetery. Anyone can be buried. We must explain. clear.”

I said, “His name is Sword God. He is my grandfather’s brother and also the Song family!”

The crowd suddenly whispered, and an older uncle said, “Song Yang, this man has been expelled from the clan long ago, and his name has been removed from the genealogy. This is an order given by the three elders. So he absolutely Cannot be buried with the ancestors of the Song family, this is a disgrace to the ancestors! “

I had expected such a response, and I asked, “Why?”

“We have no obligation to explain to you. This man is a stranger because he is apostate. He is no longer Song family.”

Song Xingchen, who has always been calm, suddenly became excited: “The senior was sacrificed in the process of defeating the Jiangbei Residual Sword. He died very violently, and he asked our uncles to let us meet the elders!”

“Defeat the Jiangbei Residual Sword?” Everyone suddenly said: “What are you kidding? He alone defeated Jiangbei Resident …”

“It’s not just him, it’s us, it’s many people who work together, Jiangbei’s residual knife is no longer there!” I announced loudly.

Everyone exploded the pan instantly, and most people couldn’t believe it. It was astonishing.

At this time, an old voice was uploaded from Taoist Temple on the mountainside: “You mean, Jiangbei’s residual knife has been destroyed?”

The crowd suddenly opened a gap, and the three white-haired old men walked down the mountain with crutches and came to me. The three of us hurriedly greeted: “Elder!”

Then I said, “Yes, we have destroyed them all.”

Then I heard the sound of a cane falling to the ground.

“I can’t think of it! I can see it in my lifetime.”

“I don’t believe that. That organization was destroyed?”

“Unless it’s a miracle!”

The three elders responded differently, but were equally surprised, then one of them waved to me: “Follow me and make things clear in one to ten.”

We came to a temple with a handsome man wearing a purple official uniform of the Song Dynasty. It was the ancestor Song Ci. The three elders took the seat first. on site.

Her voice was shaking with excitement: “Song Yang, Xingchen, are you back?” Then her eyes fell on the ashes I had been holding in my arms: “Is this … the senior?”

“Yes!” I nodded. “I was about to tell you about it.”

I talked about everything in 151, almost one morning, no one left in the middle, everyone listened seriously, there was no sound at the scene.

After speaking, the room was silent, and suddenly someone shouted, “Great, Jiangbei’s residual knife was finally annihilated.”

People ignored the proper etiquette of the ancestral hall, happily called, and after a while the elders used a cough to signal everyone’s convergence.

The elder sighed, “Song Yang, you really did a worldly act!”

I looked at the porcelain altar in my arms: “No, without him, we would never have come this far.”

Seeing this scene, Song Heting struggled to get out of the wheelchair and kneeled on one knee and said, “Elder, you drove Uncle Zhaolong out of the Song family that year because he joined the organization and claimed to be undercover, but the identity was unknown. At that time you It is believed that this generation cannot destroy the Jiangbei Residual Knife, and it will never be possible for anyone to accomplish this. But now, Uncle Zhao Long has proved his position and Jiangbei Residual Knife has also been eliminated. If such a hero is dead, There is no place for burial, I think the ancestor Song Ci would be chilling. “

The three elders discussed with each other and finally cleared their throats: “He Ting makes sense, we announced that Song Zhaolong will resume his name from today. He will be buried in the ancestral tomb of the Song family and enjoy the worship of the incense of the Song family for generations . “

Although I didn’t believe in ghosts and gods, I felt relieved. I said to the jar, “Senior, have you heard? You can finally go home.”