Chapter 22 Chapter 21

Some taxi drivers are very shy about taking passengers to funeral parlors, firstly because they think it is unlucky, and secondly because most of the passengers who go to funeral parlors wear black veils, which is not very auspicious.In the past, Ma Da also had such a taboo, but now, he is driving to the funeral home with an empty car. He was going to Zhou Ziquan's memorial service. Of course, Ma Da was not invited. He inquired from a sales department of Tianxia Securities Company in the morning, and the time for the memorial service was 16:00 in the afternoon.He looked at his watch, it was still 5 minutes away, and now, he had already driven to the gate of the funeral parlor.

Zhou Ziquan's memorial service was held in the largest hall of the funeral parlor. Wreaths had long been placed outside the hall.Therefore, Ma Da easily found a place and blended in with the crowd attending the memorial service.Most of the people who came to the memorial service wore black suits, and when they entered the hall, they would temporarily wear black gauze.But Ma Da was wearing a white jacket, and he didn't take the black gauze when he entered the door. He just hid among the strangers and got in. There were at least a hundred people gathered in the hall, and a large photo of Zhou Ziquan was placed in the center of the hall. Ma Da was mixed in the crowd, looking at the black portrait, the horrible scene that he saw on Anxi Road that night appeared in front of his eyes again. .He felt that the eyes in the portrait of Zhou Ziquan were staring at him closely, just like the words before death: God is watching you.

Ma Da's eyes immediately moved away from Zhou Ziquan's portrait, and he didn't dare to look at it again.At this time, he saw a few people walking out from behind the curtain, and as soon as a woman in black appeared among them, Ma Da's eyes immediately fell on her, and he never let go of it for a moment. It turned out to be her! Ma Da felt himself trembling, almost unable to stand, and almost fell down. That's right, it's her! In the middle of last night, more than ten hours ago, she had spoken to Ma Da, and he personally sent her back to his home in Peninsula Garden.

At this moment, she was wearing a solemn black women's suit, facing the sky, with a black gauze on her arm, standing in the most conspicuous place in front of the hall.It seems that she is the most important role in this memorial service besides the dead. Ma Da's mind was spinning rapidly, imagining various possibilities based on the clues he knew so far, and finally, he came down to one point, could it be that she is... Without further ado, the memorial service has officially begun. A man in his 30s spoke first. He introduced himself as Luo Xincheng, the deputy general manager of Tianxia Securities Company.Then it was nothing more than some etiquette words, expressing grief for Zhou Ziquan's accidental death, and expressing gratitude to everyone who came to the memorial service.Next, he began to narrate Zhou Ziquan's life resume - Zhou Ziquan was born in a middle-level cadre family, a top student who graduated in finance, and joined Tianxia Securities Company 13 years ago and has been the backbone of the company.

While listening, Ma Da paid attention to her beside Luo Xincheng. She had no expression on her face, standing there like a statue. After Luo Xincheng finished speaking, he said to everyone: "Now, Ms. Rong Yan, the widow of General Manager Zhou Ziquan, will give a speech." Is it really her?Ma Ma's heart twitched. It's her, the face! She stood in the middle, took out a piece of paper, and read the eulogy to his late husband according to what was written on the paper. It turned out that her name was Rong Yan.Ma Da finally knew her name, and more importantly, she was Zhou Ziquan's wife, so why didn't she tell the police what happened that night?Ma Da can conclude that she didn't say it, otherwise the police would have come to him long ago.

Ma Da's teeth were shaking. He looked at the beautiful widow on the stage who was reading the eulogy, and a big question mark hit his heart. Rongyan's reply is beautifully written, very beautiful, with a literary beauty, and it has the flavor of the sacrificial rites that people mourned for their relatives in ancient times.From the literal point of view, there is indeed a deep sorrow of a wife mourning her dead husband, and the poetic and beautiful language can move people to tears.Those who came to the memorial service below were deeply attracted and stared at the face reading the eulogy. Of course, some people were attracted by the beauty of the beautiful widow.

After the eulogy of Rong Yan ended, many people were still immersed in the charm of this classic text.At this time, the mourning sounded, and it was time to pay homage to the body. The face was at the front, and when she walked behind the curtain, people followed her in.Although Ma Da was trembling all over, he was very afraid of seeing that face again, but the crowd kept moving forward, sandwiching him in the middle, and he had to walk inside. When Ma Da saw the crystal coffin, his appearance had already reached the other end of the coffin.He lowered his head and boldly glanced at the dead man lying in the glass case.It was better than he had imagined. The funeral home's make-up was very successful, covering almost all the traces of that night, but Zhou Ziquan's face was painted too much, as if wearing a mask.This is the second time Ma Da saw this man. The first time, Zhou Ziquan was a living person, and the second time, Zhou Ziquan was already lying in a crystal coffin.

When Ma Da raised his head slowly amidst the low mournful sound, his eyes immediately collided with the face standing at the other end of the coffin. She is looking at him. No, Ma Da lowered his head, not daring to look at her, but as soon as he lowered his head, he was about to face Zhou Ziquan's face lying in the coffin, which made him feel sick to his stomach.Da Da clutched his chest and could only raise his head again. She was still looking at him. That look scared him, God, please don't look at me like that again!He almost cried out. In fact, the complexion of her face also changed a little, Ma Da thought, she would never have thought that he would find this place too, he was guessing what was going on in her heart at this moment?

No one can know what this woman is thinking.Ma Ma said quietly. Amidst the sound of mourning and music, people circled Zhou Ziquan's coffin for three full turns. With each turn, the motor could look at Rongyan across the coffin, and every time their eyes collided, Rongyan seemed to be doing something. give some hint. Finally, Zhou Ziquan's memorial service is over. In the evening, most people would rush to a restaurant affiliated with Tianxia Securities Company to attend Zhou Ziquan's funeral.Among the chaotic crowd, Ma Da searched hard for the shadow of his face, but couldn't find anything.He exited the hall and went outside into the parking lot, scanning his surroundings anxiously until he saw the back of a woman flash by in a hallway.

He trusts his instincts. The motor took three steps and two steps, and quickly ran into the aisle.Sure enough, it was her, she was avoiding him.Ma Da called softly: "Face." She finally turned around, hid in a dark corner and said, "You finally know who I am." "I really didn't expect that you were his wife." Ma Da approached her and said, "Why did you do this?" "There are many things you didn't expect." She turned her head away. "No, please look at me." Rongyan raised her head and looked into Ma Da's eyes, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.And her black dress gave her an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura.

"Well, if you do this, you will be in a dangerous situation. They are still waiting for me outside. I will go out first. You wait here for a few minutes before leaving, lest they suspect." After finishing these words softly, she blinked at Ma Da and quickly walked out of the dark passage. Ma Da was still in the shadows, watching Rong Yan return to the group of people, a black Buick drove over, they entered with Rong Rong in their arms, and then drove away quickly. When Rong Yan left the funeral home, there was still a pair of eyes staring at her——that was Ye Xiao. Ye Xiao stood quietly under the eaves, and he had already captured the scene where his face hid in the dark corridor just now.A few minutes later, he saw a young man step out of the aisle. The young man got into a red Santana taxi and drove away. What is his relationship with her?Ye Xiao silently wrote it down in his notebook.