Pollutant recycling site

Ning Luan put his head in front of the tombstone and looked at it carefully for a while, then walked around the tomb, put his hands on his waist and said with emotion: "This must be the tomb of some big boss in the recycling yard, it must be at the ministerial level anyway." of."

Zhou Yan quietly looked at the words that would be engraved on the tombstone, and said, "Maybe."

Seeing some fine dust falling on the edge of the top of the tombstone, Zhou Yan walked a little forward and stretched out his hand towards the tombstone.

Ning Luan remembered that Zhou Yan loved to be clean, so he quickly took out the tissue in his pocket: "Captain Zhou, I have paper here."

Zhou Yan lowered his eyes and brushed the tombstone with his hand. Only a little soil stuck to his fingertips, and the rest was carried into the wind and fell to the ground.

Ning Luan handed the whole pack of tissues forward: "Will you wipe your hands?"

"No need, it's not dirty." Zhou Yan put his hand into his coat pocket, turned and walked back.

Ning Luan looked up at the back of Zhou Yan leaving, and inexplicably had an illusion, as if Zhou Yan had walked so far in the cemetery just to come to this grave to have a look.

Ning Luan chased after him lightly, and walked beside Zhou Yan: "Captain Zhou, do you know the person buried inside?"

Zhou Yan turned his head to look over: "That tomb was built hundreds of years ago."

Ning Luan blushed: "I mean, do you know who is buried inside?"

Zhou Yan's fingertips stuck to the black box in his pocket and scratched lightly: "I don't know."

It really was his illusion, Ning Luan grinned and said, "I'll ask Song Yu later, maybe he knows."

About to walk back, Ning Luan looked over from a distance, and the first thing he saw were Song Yu and Liu Qi standing at the gate of the cemetery.More than a dozen investigators squeezed behind the two of them, each with a posture ready to flee at any time, as if avoiding some scourge.

As they got closer, Ning Luan noticed that the expressions on the faces of those people were a bit wrong, and whispered: "Captain Zhou, do they already know that you brought boss Lu in?"

Zhou Yan said coolly: "If they knew, they wouldn't have come in."

Ning Luan thought for a while: "You are right."

As Zhou Yan thought, the investigators hiding behind Song Yu really didn't know that Big Brother Lu was here.They just became a little scared after hearing that Zhou Yan and Mr. Lu had visited the park today and strolled around the staff restaurant. They were worried that Zhou Yan and Mr. Lu hadn't parted yet, so they came to the cemetery together.

An investigator huddled in the crowd said, "Captain Song, are you sure that the indescribable person really didn't come here with Zhou Yan?"

"Probably not." Song Yu stared at Zhou Yan's pocket for a while, because Zhou Yan's hands were in his pockets, he couldn't tell if there was anything else in his pockets, "That boss likes to scare We, if he came, he must have come out to scare people."

The person said again: "What if the indescribable boss wants to make a big fuss in front of the grave while we are silently mourning?"

Today's ceremony is very important to Song Yu, and he doesn't want anyone to be afraid when sending Qu Peng and Chen Qingming away: "I'll find a chance to ask Ning Luan to see if the boss is here. If you are really scared, You can stay at the door and wait for us, and when the farewell ceremony is over, I will send you away."

"No...no need." He quickly refused, "Qu Peng saved me before, I will definitely give him a ride."

Song Yu nodded, squeezed out a stiff smile, walked to Ning Luan and whispered: "Ning Luan, I heard that Captain Zhou has been with Big Brother Lu for a few hours, did Big Brother Lu talk to Captain Zhou? Come down together?"

"I didn't come." Ning Luan opened his eyes and said nonsense, trying to raise his fear of Boss Lu to the average level of the field, "If Boss Lu is here, how dare I get so close to Team Zhou? Avoid him a few meters away."

Song Yu quietly looked at Zhou Yan's pocket, trying to see what was in it through the pocket seam.Song Yu was slightly relieved to find that the black box was not in Zhou Yan's pocket.

Ning Luan tactfully did not remind Song Yu that Zhou Yan kept the black box in his left pocket, but Song Yu just looked at his right pocket.

After solving the most worrying matter of other investigators, Song Yu turned to the people standing at the door and said, "Everyone is here, I will take you to the tombs of Qu Peng and Chen Qingming."

The other investigators heard Ning's nonsense and knew that the indescribable boss was not in the cemetery, so they followed Song Yu with confidence.

Zhou Yan bent down to pick up the two bouquets of white chrysanthemums that he put on the ground before entering the door, and walked quietly at the end of the whole line.

When saluting in front of Qu Peng's tomb, Ning Luan discovered that the people who came to the farewell ceremony today either brought flowers or nothing, and he was the only one who brought Qu Peng two packs of Zhonghua brand cigarettes.

Probably to protect privacy, no photos of the deceased are posted on the tombstones in the cemetery at the headquarters of the recycling yard, only the names and epitaphs of the deceased are engraved.

Ning Luan stood in front of the tomb and stared at Qu Peng's name on the tombstone. After making a lot of determination, he took out two packs of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket and hid them under a pile of flowers: "There are not many cigarettes, save yourself Keep smoking, and I'll bring you a few more boxes next time I come."

"I also brought him cigarettes..." Song Yu's voice was a little rough, and it took a while for him to say the following, "Qu Peng likes to smoke."

Ning Luan nodded, walked to Chen Qingming's grave next to him, bowed, and put two packs of cigarettes: "I only brought a lighter, if you want to smoke, use Qu Peng's."

Song Yu's eyes turned red, and he turned and stood with his back to the crowd.

Zhou Yan glanced at Song Yu's back, took two steps forward with the white flower, and placed it gently in front of Chen Qingming's tombstone.

Everything will pass.

This is Chen Qingming's epitaph.

But whether it is the dead Chen Qingming and Qu Peng, or the living Song Yu and Liu Qi, there are some things that can never be passed.

The farewell ceremony of Qu Peng and Chen Qingming was over before [-] pm.

Some of the investigators who came together held white flowers in their hands, as if they were going to visit someone.

Song Yu walked up to Zhou Yan and asked, "Captain Zhou, we are going to visit a senior's grave. If you are not busy, would you like to visit?"

Thinking of the tomb piled with many flowers, Zhou Yan said, "Yes."

The other investigators knew where the tomb was, Song Yu didn't lead the way, but walked beside Zhou Yan to introduce the tomb's origin to him.Walking in the cemetery, Song Yu's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people sleeping nearby: "Captain Zhou, it is said that the tomb was built hundreds of years ago, I have never heard of it I don’t know the name of the owner of the tomb. I only know that he is the most powerful captain of the recycling yard since ancient times. Since joining the recycling yard as an investigator, every time I come to participate in the farewell ceremony, all the investigators will come together Go to the grave of that senior to visit him and sweep his grave."

It is almost certain that the tomb that Song Yu mentioned is the unnamed tomb that Zhou Yan and Ning Luan saw before.

Ning Luan asked: "What about the others? How much do they know?"

Song Yu: "It's about the same as me, at least all the investigators I can get in touch with are like this."

Ning Luan felt strange: "You know almost nothing about him, and you often go to visit his grave?"

"It's not like I don't know anything, it is said that he died to save other investigators." Song Yu's expression became serious, "Because of his sacrifice, all the investigators who carried out the mission with him survived, one None died."

Song Yu looked into the distance, and finally said: "You will understand when you see him."

There are always such people in the world.

Even if you don't know his name, even if you don't remember what he did, but as long as you mention that name or see traces of his existence, awe will fill your chest and overflow.

Zhou Yan stood behind the crowd, watching the people in front bowing solemnly to the unnamed tomb, watching them standing beside the tomb and weeping.

Investigators, whether alive or dead, have the potential to become pollutants.

I just don't know if the person who bears that kind of legend, after becoming a pollutant, will be like Lu Chenzhao, persistently guarding the recycling field in a doomed lonely way.

Zhou Yan raised his hand and knocked on the black box in his pocket, and asked softly, "Is that you?"

Lu Chenzhao's voice came out of the black box: "I am a pollutant with a red root, how could it be changed by something like an investigator."

Zhou Yan didn't respond anymore.

After sweeping the unnamed tomb, the investigators who came to participate in the farewell ceremony left one after another.

In the corner of the corridor on the first floor, Lu Chenzhao stood in front of Zhou Yan holding a black box: "Captain, I'll see you off."

Zhou Yan didn't say a word, followed by Lu Shenzhao.

Before leaving, Zhou Yan turned around and asked, "Lu Chenzhao, have you read the ending of the book "Snow Child"?"

"I happened to see it." Lu Chenzhao probably understood what Zhou Yan was worried about, and said with a smile, "Captain, it is impossible for the evil god to be resurrected, so you don't have to worry about it."

Zhou Yan clenched the umbrella in his hand, and his thumb happened to touch the pulp of his index finger that wiped off the contaminated liquid.

What he was worried about was not the resurrection of the evil god, but another possibility.

Zhou Yan raised his eyes indifferently, turned around, walked to the side of the road, and drove home.

Since childhood, Zhou Yan has never been interested in the affairs of the people around him.

While sitting at the desk at night to choose the next task, Zhou Yan subconsciously searched for words and characters related to Lu Chenzhao, mosaic, and indescribable in the anonymous author column, but did not find any books.

Why not?

Every piece of pollution recovered in the recycling yard corresponds to a complete work created by Anonymous with a similar name to it.The pollutants that have not been recovered correspond to the pre-received works that only investigators can see.

Not to mention that Lu Chenzhao has been recycled by the recycling yard and has become a pollutant in the recycling yard.Even if Lu Chenzhao hadn't been recovered, he wouldn't be unable to find anything if he knew the name of the pollutant.

The phone in his hand vibrated, it was a message from Ning Luan.

Ning Luan: Team Zhou, I want to go back to my hometown on New Year's Day, can the next mission be chosen after New Year's Day?

Zhou Yan opened the calendar and took a look. This year's New Year's Day holiday is January 1rd.

Zhou Yan: Any time after January 1th?

Ning Luan: Yes, you can choose whatever you want.

Ning Luan: The forum seems to be guessing whether you will collect all the advance receipts in the recycling yard this time.

Without permission, Zhou Yan has lost interest in the forum.

Zhou Yan: No, I'm going to pick a book with no pre-acquisition for collection, and I will post the selection to the group on January 1th.

Ning Luan: Okay, I'll wait for your news.

Zhou Yan closed the dialog box, opened the anonymous author column again, entered black box in the search bar, but found no book with the same or similar name.

Zhou Yan tried to search for Hongwa Village and Xuezi, and those two books soon appeared under the search bar, but the search results for Lu Chenzhao and Black Box were always blank.

Could it be that the APP restricts the search for Lu Chenzhao and the black box?

Then you can only slowly flip through the anonymous complete work.

Zhou Yan's fingertips stayed on the button of "View all completed works" for a moment, and finally pressed the button of "View all pre-received works", and began to look through Anonymous's pre-received works to prepare for the next task.

Flipping through the pages, Zhou Yan was attracted by the introduction of a book.

When I lie in bed at night, I always feel that there is a part of my body that is not my own.

It seems broken.

No, maybe not!

Maybe it's broken somewhere else...

It's possible that only the broken part is good...

Ah,

Ha ha,

You understand the feeling I'm talking about, right?

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