The Public Opinion Office was very efficient. After the review process was completed, the case report was sent out at noon.
Only ten minutes after it was posted, the entry #小飞死故事, adorned with the word "explosion" in red, topped the hot search list. Several other related entries were also in the front row. It seemed that the entire Weibo was discussing the outcome of the case.
Throughout the afternoon, the truth about Xiaoyu's death became the most concerning issue for everyone.
A storm of public opinion has arisen again.
The public security department coordinated with the Cyberspace Administration of China to monitor online public opinion in real time and dealt with several overseas accounts that wanted to fish in troubled waters. Most of the other voices spoke normally.
Sun Fangfang's name was concealed in the report, and the relationship between the two of them for more than ten years was not disclosed. In addition to explaining the case and investigation results, it also added a description detailing the charity activities Zhou Xinyu had participated in in recent years.
As expected, most netizens focused on their regret over Xiaoyu's death.
Fans of Little Feather organized themselves to continue Zhou Xinyu’s unfinished charity projects, and the number of registered volunteers in Jiangzhou City reached a record high.
When Zhou Xinyu suffered from depression, she specifically left a will. All personal property in her name was left to her grandparents, but the two elderly people did not leave a penny. A foundation was established in Zhou Xinyu's name. The purpose of the foundation
Pay attention to women's mental health, especially provide help and psychological counseling to women who have suffered domestic violence and women with depression.
Seven days before Zhou Xinyu's death, a winter rain fell in Jiangzhou, and it continued to rain continuously until the evening.
The public spontaneously organized memorial activities, and all the chrysanthemums in the city were sold out. People did not know Zhou Xinyu’s gravesite, so they placed flowers and letters at the funeral home, Central South University, the front desk of Manmeng.com, and the Riverside Heart Property.
In every bookstore that sells Little Feather Comics, most of them are fans, and there are also netizens who only got to know her after her death.
During her lifetime, Little Feather used her comics to heal people's hearts. After her death, her kindness and warmth also encouraged people in this city and will remain in people's memory forever. She will live on in those public welfare projects and leave a legacy.
In every comic she put her heart and soul into.
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Xiaoyu's case was over. Lin Che specifically asked for leave from the bureau leaders to let everyone rest and adjust for a few days. The human nature revealed in this case was too absurd and dark, and everyone needed time to digest it.
On the last day of the holiday, which happened to be the weekend, Lin Che promised her cousin to take him to visit Zhou Xinyu's cemetery.
When she talked to him before, Lin Che was a little worried, but she didn't expect that this kid was very mature mentally. Although he cried, he still turned his sadness into motivation and actually volunteered to study hard.
After Song Ying got to know Zhou Xinyu, she not only no longer objected to her son reading Xiao Yu's comic books, but also encouraged him to participate in charity activities initiated by book friends. The relationship between mother and son became much closer.
Qingshan Cemetery.
It snowed last night, and the green pines and cypresses were dotted with pure white snowflakes. The sky was gray, and the winter wind carried a chill. The sound of the wind was like a lament. There was no one in the cemetery and it was very quiet.
"Wear gloves."
Lin Che put the gloves that her aunt had given her before going out and put them into Zhou Leping's hands, "Put the scarf on too."
"I know, I know, cousin, hurry up!"
Zhou Leping wrapped his scarf casually, hugged a bunch of white chrysanthemums that was bigger than his head, jumped out of the car anxiously, pointed to the back seat, "That, that, bring those two books for me."
Lin Che was tall, with long arms and legs. Even if he was wearing a seat belt, he could reach things in the back seat with his backhand without any difficulty.
Lin Che wore a dark khaki leather jacket, and the two of them walked along the stone steps towards the cemetery, leaving two sets of footprints on the thin layer of snow.
After walking for almost ten minutes, in a corner of the cemetery, a black and white photo of Zhou Xinyu was pasted on the white tombstone.
Lin Che recognized it as Zhou Xinyu's university admission certificate photo, which he had seen in the documents.
In the photo, the girl in her prime is smiling happily and her eyes are clean. At that time, Zhou Xinyu had not experienced that purgatory-like relationship and was not tortured by depression. She was full of hope and happiness. Zhou Xinyu’s grandparents chose this photo.
In this photo, I hope my granddaughter’s smile can stay at the most carefree time.
Someone must have been here in the morning. The snow on the tombstone was swept away, and two bouquets of fresh white chrysanthemums were placed in front of it.
week
milk tea.
Lin Che was stunned for a moment, then realized that he should have learned it when he often followed his aunt to visit his uncle.
When paying homage, people seem to habitually bring something, not so much for the dead, but to comfort the living, who use these things to express their thoughts.
Zhou Leping opened two cups of milk tea, placed one cup in front of the tomb, and held the other cup in his hand, "Sister, your sugar-free drink was iced, did I remember correctly? By the way, those two books you didn't buy last time,
The boss has replenished the goods and I have brought them all to you.
Zhou Leping opened one of the books and said, "I read half of it last night, but I don't understand some questions. If only you were still alive, we could discuss it together..."
As he said that, Zhou Leping sniffed, turned his head to one side, buried his face in his arms and wiped his tears. He didn't know if he didn't want Lin Che to see these tears, or if he didn't want Zhou Xinyu to see them.
Lin Che bowed to the tombstone and rubbed Zhou Leping's head, "I'm going to your dad's place."
Zhou Jiaguang's tomb is also here.
Whenever a new case was solved or someone was worried, Lin Che would come over and sit in front of the tombstone and talk to her uncle, just like she did when she was a child.
After Zhou Jiaguang died, according to the wishes of the provincial department, he was originally going to be buried in the Martyrs Cemetery, but Song Ying firmly opposed it. She was pregnant and cried loudly, saying that she did not want such honor, but only wanted her husband.
It's heart-wrenching to watch.
After discussion, the family bought a small cemetery in Qingshan Cemetery. The black granite stands ordinary among the rows of neat tombstones, which is inconspicuous. He is a hero who protects the people, he is also a husband and a son.
, is an ordinary person who is more than four months away from becoming a father.
"Well, I'll find you later."
Zhou Leping said, handing the backpack to Lin Che, "My mother asked me to bring it."
Lin Che was carrying a backpack and walking through the thin snow as he walked deeper into the cemetery. His tall and slender figure blended into the green and white, like a warrior carrying a quiver. He was solitary and courageous, heading towards the unknown.