C167 The funeral of chess

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Blood Vulture looked at Lu Baobei meaningfully, "Yes!"

After half an hour of driving, the team passed through layers of heavily guarded iron gates and finally stopped in front of a typical Copenhagen style building.

This place was a little similar to A City. There was a large group of villas here. This was only one of them, but it was also the largest one that occupied a lot of land.

Looks like this is where Sikong Ting lived.

Lu Baobei followed Sikong Ting out of the car. There was already a row of servants waiting by the door, and looking at Lu Baobei behind Sikong Ting, their eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Master Ting!"

The servants made a uniform sound, their voices were mighty.

Lu Baobei's legs went soft for a bit, this was too... [You must be tired of living!]

Looking at Little Camel in his arms, he was glad that he was not woken up.

Sikong Ting's face was expressionless as he directly took Lu Baobei's hand and went upstairs.

When they arrived at a room, Lu Baobei placed the Little Camel on the bed. The little guy moved twice, and then continued sleeping.

Lu Baobei opened up the blanket and covered it, before turning her head to look at Sikong Ting.

This room was very big, the decorations inside were exquisite and luxurious, Sikong Ting sat on the sofa that was a bit far from the bed.

Sunlight shone through the window and onto his back, painting a golden halo around him.

Sikong Ting, he really has the ability to make all girls go crazy.

Thinking about the rumors she had heard about Sikong Ting, Lu Baobei curiously looked around: "Didn't you say you are from the European Consortium? So your home is in Copenhagen. "

See, she says rumors are not to be trusted.

The next time he saw Li Zhenxi, he would tell her that Sikong Ting's base was actually in Copenhagen.

After Sikong Ting heard this, he raised his head and glanced at Lu Baobei: "You've even collected gossip about me?"

She had never been interested in his identity or background. Other women would only ask around about his background and try to get something out of him.

She had never asked a single question about the relationship she had with him four years ago!

Lu Baobei laughed: "You don't need to collect such things."

At that time, she would be able to hear about him wherever she went. The dressing room, the tea room, the bathroom … There was no way to dodge it.

"You really didn't intentionally collect it?"

Sikong Ting raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing Lu Baobei's words.

"…"

She swore to God, no!

"Come here, give me a hug!" Sikong Ting extended his hand out towards Lu Baobei.

The next day, Lu Baobei and Little Camel changed into black clothes and rushed to Si Qi's funeral together with him.

Actually, the villa wasn't that far. It was only ten minutes away.

On the south side of the group of villas, there was actually a large graveyard!

From the bottom of the mountain to the top,'s underlings stood on the road twice, and at the end of the road was Si Qi's grave.

Lu Baobei got off the carriage, held onto Little Camel's hand and followed behind Sikong Ting up the mountain.

The sound of high heels rang out across the silent hillside.

Little Camel was especially obedient today as he held Lu Baobei's hand honestly. His little face was serious and he didn't say a word.

When she was near Si Qi's grave, Lu Baobei saw a familiar person. It was Si Nan.

Only then did she remember that Si Qi had said that he and Si Nan were cousins.

Si Nan stood there quietly, his expression was no different from usual, but when Lu Baobei saw his hand that was by his side, he clenched his fist tightly.

"Master Ting, do we start now?"

The vulture walked up and asked.

"Sure!"

Sikong Ting said as he nodded his head.

Lu Baobei stood behind Sikong Ting. A man who looked like a priest stood at the very front as he chanted a poem.

Suddenly, a drop of water appeared on Lu Baobei's back. She raised her head and looked at the sky.

The ceremony did not stop.

The rain fell harder and harder. A bodyguard came over to help Lu Baobei and Little Camel hold up their umbrella.

Lu Baobei looked at Sikong Ting, who was one step away from her. So sad.

Si Qi was sad that he died.

Although the man didn't say anything.

When the priest had finished, the rain was already flowing on the ground, and the next ritual was for the mourners to present the flowers one by one.

The first one was Si Nan, who placed a handful of white chrysanthemum flowers in front of Si Qi's tombstone. Si Nan first looked down at the tombstone, and then silently stood there for a while before turning around to leave.

Next, was Sikong Ting.

Amongst the people who came to attend the funeral, there weren't any older middle-aged men or women. This meant that Lu Baobei didn't see Si Qi's parents.

Lu Baobei lowered her head to look at the water beneath her feet, feeling an indescribable sadness in her heart.

"Mommy." Little Camel suddenly shook Lu Baobei's hand.

Lu Baobei was startled, she looked towards Little Camel, and followed Little Camel's line of sight.

Sikong Ting stretched out his hands towards her, his sleeves already wet from the rain.

"Come here!" Sikong Ting repeated himself.

"…"

Lu Baobei was startled, and brought Little Camel over. Sikong Ting held her hand, and brought her towards the tombstone.

In front of the tombstone, Lu Baobei bent down and placed a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums on the ground.

The man who looked like he was only 27 or 28 years old. A few days ago, he had spoken to her and she had disappeared just like that …

"Will the police catch the murderer?" Lu Baobei asked Sikong Ting who was beside him.

"Yes!"

Sikong Ting's cold voice had a kind of determination.

squatted down, and let Little Camel look at the tombstone. "Push, say thank you."

If not for Si Qi, Little Camel would already be dead.

If Little Camel died, she wouldn't be able to live either.

"Thank you."

Little Camel said as he looked at Si Qi's photo.

He remembered everything that happened that day.

"Push, remember his name. He's called Si Qi."

Lu Baobei bit her lips to prevent herself from crying.

"Uncle Si Qi."

Little Camel looked at the photo and read it word for word. There was a look in his eyes that surpassed his age.

After everyone finished offering their flowers, everyone returned to their original positions. Lu Baobei looked at the chrysanthemums which were piled high, and were washed by the rain, and the scene of Si Qi's head getting blown off continuously appeared in front of his eyes.

But this time, she didn't want to puke at all.

Crash! *

All of a sudden, gunshots rang out in unison!

Everyone pointed their guns at the sky and pulled the trigger at the same time.

Boom! *

A huge gunshot rang through the rain! It echoed throughout the mountain!

Lu Baobei was shocked, what did that mean?

Little Camel did not make a sound, his eyes stared straight at Si Qi who was on the tombstone. When the gunshot sounded, he did not even bat an eyelid, as though he had already blended in with everything else.

The funeral ceremony had ended and the torrential rain had not stopped yet. Lu Baobei and Sikong Ting walked down the mountain together and looked back after a few steps.

Everyone had already left or were preparing to leave. There was only one person still standing on the mountain. There was no umbrella in the heavy rain, and the dark figure standing tall and straight was very lonely in the rain.

It was Si Nan.

Lu Baobei turned around and followed Sikong Ting down the mountain.