The rain had no intention of rest. The drizzle added a little more panic to the wind, and the faint thunder sounds from the dark clouds made the entire world with an unpredictable haze.

It was less than 12 o'clock now, Ji Xu threw the leftover takeaway and packaging into the trash can, and then lay on the bed.

This kind of weather is the time when you don't want to move the most.

The sound insulation of the club room is good, the floor-to-ceiling windows are pulled onto the curtains, and there is almost no dull thunder sound in your ears.

He folded his hands on his stomach and fell asleep just like that.

After his breathing gradually became even, the spiritual consciousness nurtured in the divine palace in his eyebrows and the seemingly unrelated blood and energy in his body began to contact each other, and the bright starry sky also began to slowly change, as if the stars were changing their star positions, diluting the deep and cold night a little.

...

Su Yao walked out of the airport first, and Xiao Gao behind him quickly held an umbrella, and the pure black umbrella surface completely blocked the figures of the two.

"Oh." Su Yaoxian sighed inexplicably, looking at the thick clouds in the sky, where lightning flashed, and endless rain poured down from it.

The huge umbrella surface was crackling by the rain. Xiao Gao behind him looked at the silent old man and spoke hesitantly, "Sir?"

"Well, it's nothing." Su Yao closed his eyes first, opened it again after a few breaths. His eyes, which were usually deep and calculating, disappeared, but he was indifferent. At this moment, he was a little strangely relaxed.

"Let's go."

The old man's body was straight and he walked straight towards the black car parked on the side of the road.

Behind him, Xiao Gao, who was holding an umbrella, followed closely.

...

“Buzz…buzz…”

The cell phone placed on the table was vibrating. Ji Xu opened his eyes and reached out to make a move to the other side.

The invisible spiritual consciousness is like a light breeze, or a soft bell of a beautiful woman. The phone, which is still vibrating, is obediently "sent" to the eyes.

"Why did it take so long to answer the phone?" Cheng Yuan's loud voice came from the other end, "The funeral is about to begin, we should leave, I'll wait for you downstairs."

"immediately."

Ji Xu responded, hung up the phone and lay down again, closed his eyes for a while before getting up.

The curtains on one side were automatically without wind, as if they were pulled by a pair of palms, revealing the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

It was already a little dark, and it could be seen that the rain was getting heavier and heavier. If it was originally a drizzle, it was now a silver-like water curtain, but often at this time, the rain would stop soon.

He walked to the living room, carefully put on the newly bought clothes hanging on the hanger, and tidied the collar in front of the mirror beside him.

Because she reported her size to Xiaomei, the clothes were very decent, and the shoes were covered with insoles and fit very well. Because she hadn't worn leather shoes several times, she was afraid that she would not be able to follow her feet when she walked too fast, so she carefully tied her shoelaces.

"I'm a little nervous." Ji Xu laughed at himself, but when he thought of the dead, he also smiled on his face.

Whether it is Ye Lin and Mi Jiajia, or Liang Changming and Jin Su who have been caring for them. Although their former lovers, friends and bosses have different identities, they are all people who witnessed their growth on the road of life.

"call."

Ji Xu breathed out, suppressed some chaotic emotions, picked up the umbrella from the side, opened the door and went out.

...

The glass rain at the entrance of the club was pounding by the rain, and the black Grand Cherokee stopped aside.

Ji Xu's face was calm but cold, which made the staff who knew him along the way subconsciously dare not speak, as if they didn't understand who made this "Mr. Ji" who had always had a light smile and soft eyes angry, but when he came to his senses, he had already walked away.

Cheng Yuan in the car had seen him a long time ago, and opened the door when he just walked to the door.

Ji Xu didn't hold an umbrella and stepped up quickly. When the door was closed, the blood and energy of his body moved, and the high temperature dried the rain on his body.

Cheng Yuan curled his lips and stepped on the accelerator. The black Grand Cherokee broke through the rain screen and ran into the distance.

...

Fengchengxihe Cemetery.

Although many people died, not many people actually came.

Because it is a funeral in the world of martyrs, and in the wind city, those who can participate in the same are the friends of the dead, and those who participate in the mission are also fellow travelers.

There were seven or eight black cars parked at the entrance of the cemetery, all of whom were qualified to come.

As for ordinary people, this cemetery is not a place where ordinary people can come.

The black Grand Cherokee stopped at the door, splashing water on the roadside.

"Bang!"

Ji Xu got out of the car and opened the black umbrella in his hand.

The rain slid down the umbrella, like water curtains.

Cheng Yuan also held an umbrella, and the two walked side by side.

They are all wearing black suits and dressed up in seriousness, and even people who are familiar with each other have no intention of talking to each other at this moment.

On the long cement pavement, standing from a high place, there were only black circular umbrellas moving, and walked into the hall of the cemetery without any pause.

The top leader of the Executive Bureau, Zou Shang, known as the "Beijing Shou", was the leader of the field team of the Special Affairs Headquarters and the veteran strong man Su Yaoxian. In addition to these two giants who presided over the funeral, there was also a teacher named Mi who came to express his condolences on behalf of the academy.

After all, Mo Hanshan is not only the mayor of East China District, but also has the identity of academy teacher.

In addition, the members of the executive bureau who came with Zou Shang, and the special affairs team members of the special affairs headquarters stationed in Fengcheng, Wen Mo, and the other three, were also standing on the side with a solemn expression.

The funeral was not just for Mo Hanshan, but also those members who also died in this mission, such as Yan Chong from the Yan family and Mi Jiajia from the Special Affairs Team.

Yes, when Ji Xu and others did not raise suspicion and report, Mi Jiajia's identity was still an ordinary member of the Special Affairs Team. As for Ye Lin, she was only considered the victim of the unfortunate death this time and a member of the Ye family.

Of course, there is Xue Lian. For the sake of the overall situation, Zou Shang arranged for her the title of "Friend of the Foundation". It is said that when Xue Lian's body was found on the rooftop, the scene was extremely bloody, with only a pool of meat paste.

Ji Xu and Cheng Yuan put away their umbrellas and walked in silently.

The people they knew nodded and signaled to each other. Even Su Yaoxian did not express any emotion, but just looked at him indifferently.

A member of the executive board at the entrance of the hall was about to close the door when the sound of leather shoes stepping across the steps sounded, and it made a crisp sound on the marble floor.

A figure walked in through the rain curtain.

The cold wind and cold raindrops that passed by him were also passing by.

When Zou Shang saw him, he frowned, but said nothing.

Su Yaoxian still looked calm, as if everything had been taken lightly. Xiao Gao behind him stood with his hands blank expression on his face, just like the curtain board on the background.

Ji Xu was standing quietly, but his qi and blood were always dormant and hidden, and even his spiritual consciousness was deeply silent.

But Cheng Yuan's whisper came from his side, and he also felt keenly that there were more people around him.

He turned to look.

The other party was originally handsome and handsome, with thick eyebrows and square faces, but more of them were gloomy, with bloodshot eyes, with fatigue and regret.
Chapter completed!