The Zhao Ying’s community is located in the west of Harbin City, and is an old public security family building.

Long Daxiang drove into the community in a car. On an open space in the community square, there was a temporary spiritual shed with lights on all around, and many people were busy there.

Zhao Ying's hometown is in the countryside. After his father and second uncle were admitted to the police academy, they completely walked out of the mountains.

The countrymen are very strict with the customs of funerals. Zhao Ying's grandfather is still alive. After hearing the news of his son's death, he rushed over from his hometown that day and strongly demanded that his son have a funeral that is the same as the customs of his hometown.

According to the funeral customs of the country people, after death, people must be parked at home for three days and then burial can be held after a series of rituals.

The white-haired man gave the black-haired man. The old man looked at the eldest son's body and fainted from crying several times. In order to respect the old man's meaning, no one opposed the old man's opinion.

But the city is not as good as the countryside. The people in the countryside have their own courtyards, and it is convenient to set up a spiritual platform and put coffins. People in the city live in buildings and cannot be placed at all. So they had to set up a spiritual shed in the square of this community and put Zhao Ying's father's body and coffin in this spiritual shed.

Just imagine, there is a spirit shed in the community, a coffin is parked, and burning paper to cry in the middle of the night. How scary it is.

If it were placed in an ordinary community, the owner would have had a big fuss, but this is the family building of the city police. The people who live here are old neighbors who have been around for more than ten years or even longer. Moreover, after hearing about Zhao Ying's father's deeds, everyone admired the heroes from the bottom of their hearts, so not only did no objection, but many people took the initiative to buy burn paper to mourn.

Before Lin Kun and the others came over, they specially found a funeral shop and bought a pair of wreaths and a few packs of burnt paper.

After finding an empty space, Lin Kun and the other two got out of the car with their things, walked towards the spirit shed.

The country people value customs. When Zhao Ying's father passed away, many relatives from his hometown came, but these people did not have any sad faces. It was not that they did not understand the warmth and coldness of family affection, but that in the hearts of most of them, Zhao Ying's father has been missing for many years, which is equivalent to an accident. The current funeral is more like a re-organization after being postponed for a few years.

Zhao Ying knelt in front of the coffin, crying with a beautiful face, which was completely wet by tears at this time, and looked haggard. A different woman was sitting beside her, looking in her forties. She looked a little similar to Zhao Ying's facial features. Her expression was a little dull, and her eyes were straight at the photo in front of the coffin. On the other side of the mourning hall, an old man with white hair and skinny hair leaned limply on the wooden stake in the mourning shed, Zhao Ying's second uncle and his family were persuaded there.

Lin Kun and the other two walked over and immediately attracted the attention of people around them. Lin Kun was nothing. He was dressed cleanly and neatly. In addition to his slightly bronze complexion, he was dressed as a young man in the city, with a youthful vigor on his face and a calmness beyond his peers.

What attracted the attention of the people around him was Long Daxiang and Bajing. These two people were tall and strong, especially Long Daxiang. As soon as the eight characters under the feet were taken, they immediately gave people a very social and marvelous feeling.

Everyone knows that Zhao Ying's father died of murder, and it is very likely that he is a person in the world. Even if Lin Kun dresses up in a decent manner, he immediately gives people the feeling of being the boss of the world against the backdrop of the eight fingers and dragon appearance.

So everyone became nervous, especially the relatives from the countryside, who all held the guys in their hands. As long as Lin Kun and the others came to make trouble, they would fight against them even if they sacrificed their lives.

If you say that these relatives in their hometown are simple, or have watched too many gangster movies in Hong Kong and Taiwan. Now they are in a society ruled by law. Even if the murderer and the organization behind him are rampant, they will definitely not dare to show up at this time.

Ordinary murder is a death sentence, and it is even more important to kill the police.

Lin Kun took three incense sticks on the incense table beside him and lit them. He bowed three times in front of Zhao Ying's father's coffin, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Long Daxiang and Bajie put the wreath down and handed the burned paper to the relatives of the Zhao family next to him.

"Auntie, I'm sorry."

Lin Kun first said to Zhao Ying's mother who was slumped on the ground.

Zhao Ying's mother slowly raised her head, and her stiff gaze suddenly became fierce. She sat limply on the ground a second ago, then she stood up like crazy and rushed towards Lin Kun.

"Give me back my husband, I want to kill you, you killed my husband..."

Zhao Ying's mother roared madly, while spreading her hands to tear Lin Kun. Long Daxiang and Bazhi were anxious when they saw this and were about to come and separate Zhao Ying's mother. Zhao Ying also raised her head in panic at this time, and the people from the Zhao family surrounded her.

Seeing that Lin Kun's arms were caught and bleeding, Bajie and Long Daxiang had already rushed over, and Zhao Ying was about to come to her mother and pull her away.

"Don't move all of you!"

Lin Kun shouted, "Ba Finger, Long Daxiang, Zhao Ying and a few Zhao family members who reacted were all still on the spot."

Lin Kun endured the pain of being caught on his body, and regardless of Zhao Ying's mother's constant fight, he said, "Auntie, I am Zhao Ying's friend, and I am here to mourn my uncle."

Zhao Ying's mother was already weak, and she had fought for a few more times. She was like a deflated ball. Her eyes turned pale and she fainted. Lin Kun quickly supported her.

"mom!"

Zhao Ying screamed, came over to pick up her mother, and cried hoarsely: "Mom, are you okay? Don't scare me."

Zhao Ying's grandfather stood up at this time. The old man was leaning on a crutch in his hand. The eldest son was gone and the eldest daughter-in-law couldn't have anything to do anymore. The old man shouted to a young man in the crowd: "Ergouzi, please pinch your aunt's people..."

The young man named Ergouzi quickly reached out and pinched Zhao Ying's mother among the people. The young man worked for a long time and was sweating profusely, but Zhao Ying's mother just didn't wake up.

Zhao Ying's second uncle took out his cell phone and wanted to call 120. Lin Kun said, "Little brother, please get out of the way and let me try it."

Ergouzi wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Lin Kun suspiciously, "Brother, are you okay? You have been beaten like this by my aunt."

Lin Kun was bleeding from his arm, which was caught by Zhao Ying's mother.

Lin Kun didn't say much, and squatted down and pinched Zhao Ying's mother among the people. Less than half a minute later, Zhao Ying's mother woke up.

Lin Kun said: "Auntie is too weak. Who can help her go back and rest?"
Chapter completed!