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Chapter 51 051. The way home

Qiao Mu woke up on Su Hong's bed and yawned.

Picking up his phone to check the time, he found that there were several notifications.

One of them is the news that Wang was buried today.

"These unscrupulous self-media will not let others go even if they die!"

Qiao Mu scolded, then got up and looked at the funeral time.

"You still have time."

He had breakfast, packed up, and sent Zhou Mingke a WeChat message telling her that he was going to the funeral parlor, so he took the bus and arrived at the Jiangcheng City Funeral Parlor.

Being familiar with the road is like returning to your own home.

Qiao Mu saw that the funeral home was very busy today.

There are many unrelated people, probably all reporters from self-media.

These people, who run faster than anyone else when things happen, gathered here early.

Wang Ke was not from Jiangcheng. He was cremated in the funeral home today and his parents took away his ashes.

Due to the recent turmoil, there was no memorial service originally, but I don’t know who leaked the news, which caused the self-media to gather, and even some serious reporters.

Qiao Mu was really curious about how idle some people were.

Instead of reporting on the good people's livelihood and current affairs, they pursue such shady content.

Instead of walking with the reporters, he slipped into the empty mourning hall through another door and became friends with the staff of the funeral home.

In the mourning hall, there is a coffin.

In addition, there are some people.

Qiao Mu saw Wang Ke's parents and wondered if it was his misunderstanding. The two of them felt much older and their hair turned whiter.

The others were probably funeral home staff.

No friends, no other relatives, simple.

Behind the coffin hung a black-and-white photo of Wang Ke, who was younger than Qiao Mu remembered. It was probably an ID photo retrieved from the police station's files. He looked very serious.

Wang Ke's mother almost collapsed, holding on to the coffin and crying silently.

His father stood up straight and stared at the portrait.

His back looks very similar to Wang Ke.

Qiao Mu walked forward, came to the two of them, and bowed deeply to the portrait.

Noticing Qiao Mu's sudden appearance, the staff at the funeral home were a little surprised.

"Who are you?"

Wang Ke's father looked at Qiao Mu. The young man didn't seem to have any malice, but had a sincere expression.

"Hello, uncle, I am Wang Ke's friend."

Qiao Mu told the truth.

"We didn't invite anyone else to come."

Wang Ke's father murmured.

"Well, because Wang Ke saved me, I want to see him for the last time."

Qiao Mu said.

"Saved you?"

Wang Ke's father frowned slightly.

"I wonder if you guys know the account 'Scientific Exploration Bot' on Shudong.com?"

Qiao Mu guessed that the two old people might have been mentally and physically exhausted recently and hadn't read relevant news online, so he asked.

The old father shook his head, not knowing what he was thinking of. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I know people on the Internet are saying that my son killed an entire building, but I don't believe it."

Wang Ke's father looked at Qiao Mu.

"Although he is ignorant, has poor grades, and loves to get into trouble, I know that he is not someone who would do that kind of thing."

"Um."

Qiao Mu nodded, then took out his mobile phone, opened the Shudong.com app, and found the novel he had written.

"Uncle, you can read this article."

Although Wang Ke's father was puzzled, he still took Qiao Mu's cell phone. After just one glance, he couldn't look away.

A few minutes later, he called his wife who was crying next to the coffin, and they sat in the first row and read together.

They read very, very slowly.

It seems that in this way, I can stretch out the time and take one more look at my son, even if it is just a description in words.

Half an hour later, Wang Ke's mother was already sobbing so hard that she could only put down her phone and her body twitched.

Wang Ke's father raised his head and looked at Qiao Mu.

"Wang Ke told me that he had called his mother and was going to go home for a visit. He said that in fact he was just having trouble with himself. He said that after so many years, it was time to let it go. On his desk In front of me, there is always a photo of your family in the most conspicuous place.”

Qiao Mu took back the phone and said in a deep voice.

Hearing these words, the mother bent down, and only intermittent sobs echoed in the silent mourning hall.

"At the last moment, he actually had a chance to leave me and run away, but he still chose to come back. Faced with indescribable and beyond-imaginable fear, he did not flinch. Wang Ke was an upright person from beginning to end. ”

Qiao Mu knew that although the abnormal space he experienced was illusory, in reality, Wang Ke must have made the same choice and saved the residents of Room 404.

Or.

Even if it happened again, Wang Ke would still choose to sacrifice himself to save someone he might have just met on the first day.

A person's character is his destiny.

Wang Ke's father said nothing.

He only walked slowly to the coffin.

"Silly son."

After a long time, the father's lips trembled and he uttered a word.

He looked at the serious black and white photo without any smile, and gently placed his hand on the cold coffin.

"I have always told him that I do not force him to become an excellent person. The only thing is that he must be an upright person with a clear conscience."

"He did it."

Qiao Mu's voice came from behind.

If Wang Ke's will was not so firm, if he had even a hint of wavering and evil thoughts, the shadow that enveloped the entire building would immediately swallow him up and turn him into a walking corpse.

But he did it.

This is the greatest courage shown by ordinary people in the face of those weird and unpredictable anomalies.

Wang Ke's father heard Qiao Mu's words.

His eyes were red, but he suppressed his tears. Then, he saluted Qiao Mu.

He is a retired police officer.

For decades, he protected ordinary people.

Presumably, Wang Ke was also influenced by it and saw all this in his eyes, so that he could carry out his will in the end.

No matter how father and son quarrel, Wang Ke still lives like his father.

Qiao Mu sighed softly.

In the infinite distance, golden silk threads hung down and entangled the two old people.

"Dad, Mom!"

Wang Ke's parents suddenly heard a strange but familiar voice coming from behind.

They hurriedly turned around and saw Wang Ke standing not far away, waving to them with high spirits, as if he was within reach.

"I'm back."

Wang Ke said.

".He has grown so tall."

Wang Ke's father hesitated for a moment and sighed.

The next moment, in front of them, there was only the black and white portrait and the cold coffin, with the light shining on it, leaving deep shadows.

Just like the way home, so long, so long.

The two of them turned around, but could not find Qiao Mu.

And outside the mourning hall.

Qiao Mu put his cell phone into his pocket. He could feel that his thoughts were slowly changing, and his completion of [Lao Fang Youxi] had also improved a lot.

A few familiar people walked towards me. They were Cui Yian and his colleagues.

Cui Yi'an looked at Qiao Mu suspiciously. He didn't know why Qiao Mu appeared here, but there were more important things at the moment.

The survivor in Room 404 woke up and recounted his experience that night. Except for some supernatural parts, it was exactly the same as Qiao Mu's description!

It turned out that Song Zhongwei and Liu Wan really had a quarrel, and Song Zhongwei accidentally killed Liu Wan. After that, the people in the building seemed to have lost their minds for some reason and started killing each other. Wang Ke, in the end, in order to save the surviving man sacrificed himself.

Cui Yi'an felt that his world view had been seriously challenged.

He walked towards the mourning hall. Now he needed Wang Ke's parents to cooperate with the investigation. Cui Yi'an felt that the truth was not far away from him.

He walked forward quickly and was about to open the door of the mourning hall when he found a woman standing at the door.

She wore a waist-length three-strand braid, and her hair was as thick as ink.

"Hello, is this Officer Cui? I wonder if I could take up some of your time?"

The woman smiled, and her words seemed to have magic power, causing Cui Yi'an to remove his hand from the doorknob of the mourning hall and turn his eyes to her.