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Chapter 216
After the body was retrieved, the process of handling Chen Mo's body was over.

After Uncle Quan and Xiao Ding took care of everything properly, they set the funeral for three days later.

Three days passed by in a hurry,

Su Chen was waiting for the investigation results from the Patrol Bureau, but there was no news for a long time.

Like a rock sinking into the sea.

Just as silent as them are Chen Mo's relatives and friends.

Only a few people came to the mourning hall, burned incense, saluted, and left in a hurry.

Song Qing came in person, and she was the one who contacted the few people who came.

After all, the news about Chen Mo has spread throughout the city. After these relatives and friends know about it, they are afraid to avoid it.

So during the night watch in the mourning hall, there were only Song Qing, Chen Xiaoqing, and Chen Mo's little one.

The whole process was extremely bleak.

The day of the funeral finally came.

Pingzhuang Cemetery.

The breeze blows over the immobile tombstones.

The white elegiac couplets flutter in the wind,

Struggling, as if trying to keep Feng'er.

The off-white photo outlines Chen Mo's handsome appearance when he was young.

Attached tightly to the tombstone.

in front of the tomb,

Sacrificial offerings, incense burners, and burning paper basins are placed in order.

With a dignified expression, Chen Xiaoqing picked up a few sticks of incense and inserted them into the incense burner.

Song Qing knelt aside, looking a little tired.

Behind the two are relatives and friends who came to pay their respects.

They don't need to watch the vigil night, but they still have to attend Chen Mo's funeral.

After all, love is still there.

If you don't come, you can't justify it.

The law does not allow it, but this friendship cannot let them fall on deaf ears.

Where people gather, there is an exchange of opinions:
"I didn't expect that Chen Mo, who is a round younger than me, would take the first step!"

"This is fate, is it God's punishment?"

"You said that you can't do anything well, but you insist on abandoning your wife and daughter and doing those bad things. Is the retribution coming?"

"Shh, be quiet!"

"Once he became famous, Chen Mo's news covered the world in the past two days!"

"On the way here, I saw a lot of reporters. I guess they are still staring at Chen Mo's funeral, wanting to see how the criminal's funeral is going?"

"Huh? Is that going to be on TV? I should have known that I would go out and put on makeup today!"

"What's the difference between you wearing makeup or not? Don't make a fool of yourself. Don't you think it's shameful? Our Chen family has a Chen Mo. It's really embarrassing. I'm done, and I still want to go on TV?"

"Maybe I'll have to interview your family members later!"

"What the hell is the interview? After such a shameful thing, you still have the face?"

In the discussion room.

An old man with white hair and a somewhat stooped figure, with a dark and sullen face.

He is the oldest uncle in the Chen family lineage.

Everyone present is his junior.

Someone asked:
"Old Uncle Chen, you're here, why are you still putting on a face?"

"What's wrong, can't you?"

He glared away and retorted.

Hearing this, the old woman next to him tugged at his sleeve and complained in a low voice:

"I'm acting like a donkey here again! It's time for the funeral, why don't we just finish it properly? There are so many people watching!"

"Just watch it, who won't let me see it? Is there anyone listening to what I say? Everyone who has agreed not to do it knows it. If such a shameful thing is buried casually, it will be over?"

Uncle Chen muttered impatiently.

Knowing that this sentence was not pleasant, he deliberately suppressed his voice.

When the old woman heard this, she cast a glance at him.

Ignore it.

The funeral process continues.

The people present noticed some uninvited guests, the reporters who came to interview, they came here after hearing the news.

Chen Mo's popularity is at the forefront, even after his death, he still attracts attention.

Some shots turned towards Chen Mo's tombstone.

The situation at the funeral was broadcast live on the Internet platform in real time.

Netizens who have been paying attention to this matter for a long time, as soon as they saw the announcement of the start of the broadcast, they immediately flocked in.

The general public is quite disgusted with the funeral of a criminal. After all, he made a mistake and failed to accept the punishment, so he passed away.

Already had the meaning of escaping.

Seeing that his funeral is still the same, it will still make some netizens feel dissatisfied:
"I never expected that someone would actually come to his funeral!"

"Surprised, alas, such a person can be buried."

"Chen Mo is already dead, it's not good for everyone to say that!"

"Ah, did the holy light from upstairs leak out? It blinded me."

"About the sudden change of the keyboard in my hand into Buddhist beads (狗头.jpg)"

"I want to know what the people who came to the funeral think."

Arriving at the scene, of course the interviewing journalists who should be there will not miss it.

Especially those relatives of Chen Mo are the key interviewees.

Following the flow of the funeral, some relatives just walked behind the crowd.

Immediately, the camera was aimed at it, and the reporter followed closely behind:
"Hi, I'm a reporter from Qingyang Daily, and I want to interview you about Chen Mo's opinion!"

"Ah? I'm not familiar with Chen Chenmo, I'm sorry!"

The man being interviewed resisted the camera, and quickly turned his face away, saying that he was not familiar with him while hiding.

He quickly hid far away.

If it wasn't for the funeral, he might have left on the spot.

Even if an interview fails, the reporter will not give up:
"It seems that after this incident, everyone still has a sense of alienation from Chen Mo! Let's continue to interview other relatives and friends of Chen Mo!"

I interviewed several times again and again, and it was the same.

When they saw the camera, they immediately hid away, and the good-tempered ones could even say a few polite words.

When encountering someone with a bad temper, even reporters can't stand it.

Just like the old uncle Chen that the reporter is interviewing now.

"Chen Mo!? Who is Chen Mo? What do you ask me for?"

"Aren't you a journalist, you don't know about him, you come to ask me? Who should I ask?"

"That bastard thing, it's none of my business? Interview me for what? Publicize the shit he did?"

"Go away! Labor and capital are bothering you!"

Uncle Chen cursed directly with his hands behind his hands.

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The reporter, who was caught off guard, also stood there with an embarrassed expression, not knowing what to say.

On the contrary, those netizens, watching the excitement are not too big a deal, deliberately commenting on the old uncle's three views, 666 and other mixed comments.

Before everyone can react from Uncle Chen's performance.

The scene seems to have changed a little bit.

I see,

It was supposed to be a process of taking turns to salute, after the last person saluted.

Another unexpected guest came to the funeral scene.

As soon as he appeared,

It attracted the attention of everyone present.

A tightly covered man was wearing a black windbreaker, with a huge hood covering most of his cheeks.

Only half of the exposed cheeks are slightly fair.

The body is thin, and the slender fingers are even more skinny.

Facing everyone's strange gazes, he walked towards Chen Mo's tomb.

Everyone focused on him and whispered:

"Who is this guy?"

"do not know!"

"Damn it, could it be the bad guy Chen Mo knew when he was a bastard?"

"It shouldn't be. With so many reporters and cameras, if he is really a bad guy, he wouldn't dare to be so blatant?"

"Then don't you see how tightly he covers it?"

"Shh, come here, don't talk!"

Old Uncle Chen stared at this man with wide eyes, frowning tightly.

Seeing him walk to Chen Mo's tomb, and then.

Under everyone's unexpected eyes.

Facing the tombstone, he half-knelt down
(End of this chapter)