Zhao Yuelin's funeral was arranged for the next morning.
All forty-five members of the Municipal Bureau’s Criminal Investigation Team were present.
There are also hundreds of police officers and friends who Zhao Yuelin came up from the grassroots level and have a good relationship with.
Nandu Western Suburb Cemetery.
Several police officers, wearing black uniforms and holding police hats in their hands, stood quietly deep in the cemetery.
Black Mercedes-Benz cars slowly parked at the entrance of the cemetery. The doors opened one after another, and figures wearing black suits or black dresses came out.
Tang Huanxi, Wu Xiongfei, Jiang He, Mu Kang, Zhang Zihao, Wang Li, Wenren Muxue, Liu Qingqing... and everyone who was close to Lu Fan or had met Zhao Yuelin were all present.
Tang Huanxi wore a black dress and a black top hat. The hanging black veil covered half of her beautiful face.
She looked a little haggard and her pretty face was pale. With Liu Qingqing's help, she slowly walked over the steps and stood in front of Zhao Yuelin's tombstone.
In front of the tombstone, there is a photo of Zhao Yuelin wearing a police uniform, with an exceptionally bright smile.
But behind the photo, there is a small urn.
"Why?"
She murmured as she looked at the photo on the tombstone, her expression a little dazed for a moment: "Captain Zhao, why is she like this..."
It rained all the time.
The entire western suburbs cemetery was silent.
"squeak!"
There was a sudden jerk.
I took a picture of the black Rolls-Royce motorcade and stopped in front of the cemetery.
The car door slowly opened, and hundreds of black-clad bodyguards quickly got out of the car, guarding the car door and guarding the surrounding area.
From the vehicle in the middle, a few figures slowly walked out.
Everyone was arrogant and exuded a noble aura as they walked towards the depths of the cemetery.
"Why are they here?"
In front of Zhao Yuelin's tombstone, Mu Kang's eyes were gloomy, staring coldly at the black team that was forming a long black queue and heading this way.
"who?"
Liu Qingqing turned her head.
"Chen Jinsong?!"
Her pretty face suddenly turned cold. She knew Chen Jinsong. As one of the three major families in Nandu, she even had some interactions with Chen Jinsong. She also knew that the recent events in Nandu were closely related to this man...
But she never imagined that Chen Jinsong would dare to bring people here!