Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 89: Bureau 749! The mysterious department fights against the mysterious organization!

Huaxia, Beijing, inside the General Administration of State Security.

Inside the director's office.

Fang Zheng was sitting in his desk, his eyes always staring at the documents on the desktop, and the expression on his face remained unchanged and solemn.

The information on the table is the summary and detailed information of the previous three funerals.

From the beginning of the funeral to the end of the funeral, the process is as detailed as possible.

Even the national security authorities have used their maximum power to investigate the deceased's interpersonal relationships and other aspects.

But the final findings.

Still standing still.

Except...the mysterious man in black who showed up at the funeral.

Fang Zheng picked up a picture on the side.

The picture showed a mysterious man wearing a black robe on a sunny day, holding a black umbrella.

Who he is, what his name is, where he lives.

The National Security Bureau does not know any of this information, and there is no way to check this person in any direction.

The most important thing is that except for this picture, there is no information and no direction to investigate.

"What the hell...how to check..." Fang Zheng covered his head and frowned, expressing his inner anguish.

"It seems that it can only be handed over to other departments... National Security's capabilities are limited..." Fang Zheng shook his head and laughed, with helplessness in his tone.

Jingle Bell.

At this moment.

The landline phone on the desk rang.

Fang Zheng was stunned, rubbed his aching head, and picked up the phone.

"State Security Administration, Fang Zheng." Fang Zheng said, holding the phone receiver.

Li Mu's deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Fang Bureau, I have something going on here, and I may need your help in investigating it."

Hearing this, Fang Zheng looked depressed and said helplessly, "Old Li, you also know that our National Security Bureau is currently troubled by the three funerals..."

Now when he heard the word "investigation", Fang Zheng felt upset.

"It's also about the funeral." Li Mu interrupted with an 890 voice.

A funeral.

Fang Zheng was sitting in his seat, suddenly startled, raised his head, and stared blankly at the wall not far away.

"It's also about... the funeral? What's going on!" Fang Zheng's tone became condensed and he asked hurriedly.

On the phone, Li Mu coughed lightly and then said: "This funeral is the funeral of Qin Shihuang..."

"Qin Shihuang's funeral? No, Lao Li, are you kidding me? Are you still going to let us, the National Security Bureau, investigate Qin Shihuang's funeral? Are you crazy?" Fang Zheng said.

The funeral of Qin Shihuang, a figure who lived more than two thousand years ago.

Not to mention he is the director of the State Security Bureau, even if he is a higher figure, there is no way to investigate this!

Isn’t this nonsense!

Li Mu quickly stopped him and said, "Listen to me first. This is what happened..."

Then, Li Mu told Fang Zheng exactly what he saw in the tomb.

After listening, Fang Zheng sat in his office chair with his hands on the table. His expression was neither angry nor serious, but rather confused and confused.

"Do you feel it's a bit similar?" Li Mu asked again on the phone.

Fang Zheng pondered for a long time, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "It's a bit similar."

"Nine dragons pull up the coffin, and the immortals bury the body into the fire cloud cave... This is somewhat similar to An Ping's sword flying up and stepping into the gate of heaven."

"Yeah, I just thought it was a bit similar, so I thought of giving you this call." Li Mu said in a small voice.

Fang Zheng had a look of deep thought on his face and thought for a moment: "That immortal...does he have any specific records?"

Li Mu whispered: "No, I've told you everything I can say."

After hearing this, Fang Zheng did not ask further questions, but reasoned it out in his mind.

The immortal stele in Qin Shihuang's mausoleum and the faceless statue seem to be saying that during the Qin Dynasty, there really was an immortal.

Moreover, it is very likely that this immortal held the funeral for the First Emperor.

If you think about it this way...

Founder's eyes glanced at the picture on the table, showing a mysterious man wearing a black robe holding a black umbrella.

At all three funerals, the mysterious man in black appeared,

Now, at the funeral of Qin Shihuang, there may be a mysterious immortal...

At first glance, there is no relationship at all between the two, and there cannot be any relationship.

Qin Shihuang, a figure who lived more than 2,000 years ago.

And Zhao Li, those military region heroes, and Anpingjie are all modern people.

How can there be any connection between an ancient and a modern world?

In this world, it is impossible for anyone to live forever.

"How's it going, Bureau Fang, does it help your investigation?" Ji Mu asked on the phone.

Fangzheng was silent for a while: "With some help... now it's even more chaotic."

"What should we do?" Li Mu asked again.

Fangzheng raised his head and looked at the ceiling: "It seems that we can only let the relevant departments investigate. Regardless of whether Qin Shihuang's funeral is related to the three funerals we are investigating, I can only hand it over now."

"Besides, we really don't have that much right to investigate Qin Shihuang's funeral."

After hearing Fang Zheng's words, Li Mu on the other end of the phone did not respond.

After a while, Li Mucai said: "In that case, we have to do this."

After that, he hung up the phone.

Fang Zheng also put down the phone receiver, sat down, and thought for a long time.

Until Fang Zheng sighed.

Then he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered quickly.

A cold voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Fang Ju, what's the matter?"

Fang Zheng took a deep breath: "Bureau Wu, you can only take over the funeral matters.

Zheng had already made it clear to his superiors before.

These three funerals are likely to have exceeded the scope of their national security investigation.

Therefore, if it is really impossible to investigate the truth of the matter, then it can only be handed over to the real relevant departments.

The superior readily agreed and just asked him to contact the relevant departments.

Now is the time when Fang Zheng believes that the National Security Bureau has no way to continue the investigation.

The voice on the phone pondered for a moment: "Fang Bureau, prepare the information, I will send someone over later.

"Wait." Fang Zheng said quickly.

The cold voice quickly responded: "What's wrong, Fang Ju, is there anything else?"

Fang Zheng said: "Bureau Wu, things are a little complicated now. I heard from archaeological expert Professor Li Mu that he recently excavated the Mausoleum of the First Emperor and found a large number of murals and records of the First Emperor's funeral..."

After fully informing Director Wu on the phone, Fang (ccbb) breathed a sigh of relief.

"I understand the matter, let's do this for now, Fang Jue."

After saying that, a cold voice hung up the phone.

Without putting back the phone receiver, Fang Zheng continued to make calls.

"Wang Hai, Zhao Haizhu, you two come to my office." After speaking to the phone, Fang Zheng hung up.

Then, he put his hands on his chin and stared straight at the white wall, but his brows were still furrowed and showed no intention of relaxing.

...

the other side.

In the capital city.

In a certain compound.

There is no sign on the compound, so I'm not sure what it is for.

There was only a sleepy old man sitting in the security booth, observing the passing vehicles.

But there were almost no cars coming in or going out.

The compound was also empty, and the office building inside looked abandoned.

But inside the office building it's a different scene.

Inside the office building, it is brand new, completely different from the abandoned scene outside.

At this time, Office C.

An old man who looked to be the same age as Fang Zheng was sitting on an office chair.

The old man has a majestic face, and there seems to be a flash of light in his eyes. He is upright, and the suit on his body highlights his well-dressed figure.

He is the Bureau Wu mentioned by Fang Zheng, and he is also the director of the relevant department to which the funeral incident will be handed over.

After thinking for a moment, Bureau Wu picked up the phone.

"Xiao Wang, come to my office." Director Wu said coldly.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Not long after.

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There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Director Wu said coldly.

The words fell.

The office door is opened.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, holding a briefcase in his hand, with black-framed eyes and a smile on his face walked in.

"Bureau Wu, you're looking for me." The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

Director Wu nodded and pointed at the chair in front of him: "Sit down." "

The middle-aged man sat on the chair, still looking at Bureau Wu with a smile.

"Xiao Wang, you should know what I want to tell you." Director Wu said casually.

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "You know, it should be about the funeral, right?"

"Yes, it's that matter. Now the National Security Bureau can no longer continue the investigation. You can go over and take over." Director Wu looked at the middle-aged man and said solemnly.

The middle-aged man did not refuse: "Okay, Bureau Wu, then I will go over and take over now.

As he spoke, the middle-aged man stood up and prepared to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute." Director Wu stopped him.

The middle-aged man paused, did not look back, and just stood there.

After waiting for a moment, Bureau Wu looked serious and his eyes flashed: "You are the person I think can best investigate this matter. Remember, don't insult the name of Bureau 749. 17

The middle-aged man smiled, his eyes almost narrowed, and turned back: "Don't worry, Director Wu, you can rest assured that I will do the work."

"Well, go ahead." Director Wu looked at the middle-aged man's leaving figure and sighed.

Two hours later.

General Administration of National Security, in the director's office.

Fang Zheng was sitting at the desk, while Wang Hai and Zhao Hai were sitting on the sofa.

There was silence in the office. The three of them didn't speak, just waiting for something quietly.

Not long after.

Lu Pin—

There was a slow knock on the door.

Fang Zheng stood up immediately, and Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu also cheered up and looked in the direction of the door.

"Come in." Fang Zheng said solemnly.

The words fell.

The office door is opened.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, holding a briefcase in his hand and with black-rimmed eyes walked in.

"Hello, Bureau Fang. My name is Wang Hao. I was sent by Bureau Wu to take over the funeral." The middle-aged man just glanced at Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu, and then walked straight to the desk.

Fang Zheng smiled: "Hello, Wang Hao, all the information has been prepared and you can take it away immediately."

Wang Hao did not answer, but said with a smile: "Fang Bureau, I still need the cooperation of your two little brothers.

Fang Zheng nodded heavily: "I called them here just to cooperate with you."

The two of them were talking, feeling very normal.

But the two people sitting on the sofa could clearly feel that something was different or unusual.

Ever since being called over by Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng just asked them to sit down and wait, and didn't say a word to them after that.

And now, a middle-aged man appears out of nowhere.

Who is this middle-aged man? Is he here to accept the funeral incident?

Why, this matter is no longer under the control of their national security?

Also, Fang Zheng said, asking the two of them to cooperate with this middle-aged man... what does it mean!

Thinking of this, Wang Hai and Zhao Haizhu shuddered. .