878: Chapter 878: Gunshots on a Rainy Night 9 878: Chapter 878: Gunshots on a Rainy Night 9 “What did Niu Rang hide in the gun?” He Zhilan pressed, “It was really close that day.
If it weren’t for taking Jialang and Jiaqing to the mall a couple of days earlier, where Jialang took a fancy to a toy gun and it ended up with , otherwise, the thing that Niu Rang risked his life to send out would have been taken by others.”
“After dismantling the gun, a very small piece of paper was found inside.
It contained a string of numbers and English letters, similar to a code or secret ssage.
However, we haven’t been able to decipher its aning yet, and we don’t know if it was left by Niu Rang himself or he got it from sowhere else.
We’ve already contacted experts in this area, so we should have so leads soon.” He Teng didn’t hide anything; He Zhilan was already involved in this matter, and Xing Ye had arranged for people to protect her in secret.
The initial guess was that the person who stole the toy gun would have imdiately gone after He Zhilan after discovering it, but unexpectedly, everything had been quiet around her till now, not even a tail.
For two consecutive days, He Zhilan was surrounded by calm as usual, with no signs indicating that she was being followed.
Two days later, Niu Rang’s family and fiancée arrived in S Province.
Even though several days had passed since they learned of Niu Rang’s sacrifice, the mont they saw Niu Rang’s body and the wounds on him, realizing the torture he had suffered before his death, the family still cried their hearts out.
“Who could be so cruel?
Was it not enough to shoot him once, but they also had to cut him so many tis?
Is there any humanity left?” Niu Rang’s mother threw herself on Niu Rang’s body and dared not count the number of wounds he had.
Watching from the side, He Zhilan silently shed tears as well, but she didn’t dare to tell Niu Rang’s family that he had been tortured before being shot to death.
Niu Rang’s funeral service was scheduled for the day after his family arrived.
On such a cold day, his fiancée Xiaojia insisted on wearing the white dress left to her by Niu Rang.
That day, fine drizzles started to fall.
From sunrise, the sky was overcast, incredibly oppressive.
He Zhilan helped Xiaojia with so light makeup, watching as Xiaojia smiled looking into the mirror, her heart ached, “It’s really cool outside, are you sure you want to wear this dress?”
“Does it look good?” Xiaojia turned to He Zhilan and said, “Niu Rang loved seeing in dresses the most.
Every ti he ca ho on leave, he would bring a new dress and would always hurry to try it on as soon as he got back.
So, I want to wear the last dress he left to send him off on his last journey.”
“It looks beautiful, Niu Rang would be happy to see it,” He Zhilan’s eyes reddened.
She had no idea how to tell Xiaojia the words Niu Rang had asked her to pass on.
Before he died, Niu Rang told her to forget him.
Worried that Xiaojia might catch a cold, He Zhilan still brought a thick cotton coat for her to wear when they left the house.
Down at the hotel, the car arranged by Xing Ye was waiting for them.
There was no need to worry about the trip to the funeral ho.
Niu Rang sacrificed himself during an undercover mission.
Although the numbers he left inside the gun hadn’t been decrypted yet, he had already beco a hero in everyone’s heart.
On the day of the funeral service, the whole city’s military and police system ca to bid farewell to Niu Rang.
Throughout the service, He Zhilan stood by He Teng’s side, watching his expressionless face the entire ti.
Yet, it was clear that he was holding back his emotions.
Watching Xiaojia maintain a slight smile throughout, but her tears never stopped falling.
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