Chapter 248 He Feng Meets Chu Fei
He Feng stared at Zhao Lei with eyes wide open in disbelief. His voice trembled slightly with shock as he asked, "What did you say? Wei Fan committed suicide!"
Zhao Lei nodded solemnly and replied in a heavy tone, "Yes, Chief. We conducted a comprehensive physical examination on him, but we only neglected his buttons. Who would have thought that he actually hid the medicine in his buttons, so that we could not find it in time."
He Feng frowned and looked at Zhao Lei with suspicion, muttering to himself, "This shouldn't be the case. If he wanted to die, why didn't he take action when he first came in? Why did he have to wait so many days? Could it be that someone told him about this?"
Zhao Lei lowered his head and pondered for a moment, trying to recall the details of what happened before. Then he looked up at He Feng and said slowly, "Director, you are right. Wei Fan has been detained in the detention center. Maybe there are people in the detention center who are related to him."
However, there were many people in the detention center at that time and the relationships were complicated, so it was not easy to conduct an in-depth investigation. This was undoubtedly a difficult problem facing everyone.
At this moment, He Feng suddenly realized that today was the day that Ran Qiuye would be buried. He hurriedly packed up and rushed to the cemetery with a heavy heart.
After arriving at the scene, He Feng looked at Ran Qiuye's few friends and couldn't help feeling sad. He slowly walked to Ran Qiuye's parents, his eyes full of apology and grief, and said softly: "Uncle, aunt, I'm so sorry, I'm late."
Ran Qiuye's father kept his lips tightly shut and said nothing, but Ran Qiuye's mother could not suppress her inner grief and anger. She rushed to He Feng, her eyes wide open, and shouted at the top of her lungs: "You crazy murderer! Who allowed you to come here? Get out of here right now!"
He Feng's face was filled with guilt and pain. He stared at Ran Qiuye's mother and pleaded with a trembling voice, "Aunt, please listen to me and give me a chance to explain, okay?"
At this moment, Ran Qiuye's father, who had been silent all this time, stepped forward, pulled his emotional wife away, and said softly: "This matter cannot be entirely blamed on He Feng alone. Today is Qiuye's funeral. Let's put aside our grudges for the time being and let Qiuye complete his last journey in peace."
Yan Bugui, who was standing aside, suddenly realized at this moment that Ran Qiuye had unfortunately passed away while trying to save He Feng.
He Feng stood in front of Ran Qiuye's cold body, his heart aching like a knife. This pain had reached its extreme, so much so that he couldn't even cry. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound. He just stared at Ran Qiuye silently, and secretly vowed in his heart that he must avenge her.
After Ran Qiuye was buried, He Feng slowly raised his head and looked at Ran Qiuye's parents. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady: "Uncle and aunt, please accept my condolences. I am Ran Qiuye's boyfriend. Although Qiuye is gone now, from today on, you are my parents. If you are willing, why not stay here."
However, Ran Qiuye's mother seemed to be immersed in great grief, and turned a deaf ear to He Feng's words, not even paying attention. Ran Qiuye's father, on the other hand, stared straight at He Feng, revealing a trace of fatigue and sadness in his eyes: "He Feng, I know you are sincere to Qiuye and want to take care of us. But we really don't need you to take care of us. The most important thing right now is to find the murderer who brutally killed Qiuye!"
He Feng nodded heavily and said firmly: "Uncle, don't worry, even if I have to risk everything, I will definitely find the murderer!"
Watching Ran Qiuye's parents walking away with her belongings, He Feng felt that the whole world had become dark and gloomy. He walked down the street in a daze, his steps heavy and slow.
The bustling streets of the past now seemed so strange and desolate in his eyes, and the laughter of the people around him formed a sharp contrast with the pain in his heart.
He Feng wandered aimlessly, his mind constantly flashing back to the moments he had spent with Ran Qiuye...
He Feng walked on the path, looking at the leaves shining in the sunlight, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the moment when he and Ran Qiuye first met.
It was a breezy morning, the sun shone through the thin clouds and fell on the busy streets. Not far away stood a woman in a white dress with long flowing hair. Her bright eyes, slightly upturned mouth corners and a smile as warm as the spring sun made He Feng's heart tremble.
Just as He Feng was immersed in this wonderful memory, suddenly, a small stone fell from the sky and hit him on the head with a "pop". He Feng touched his head in pain and turned around in confusion.
He Feng saw a shadow of a person vaguely appearing on the roof behind him. He Feng's heart tightened. Could it be that a killer was following him? Thinking of this, he carefully observed the movements around him, then tiptoed to the side, and with the help of the pile of debris next to him, he jumped onto the roof with a light jump.
When he stood firm, he looked carefully and found a man in black nightgown standing in front of him. Although the man had his back to him, He Feng recognized Chu Fei from his back.
All the grievances he had suffered these days suddenly came to his mind. He Feng gritted his teeth and decided to have a good competition with Chu Fei. Although he knew very well that Chu Fei's skills were far superior to his, he could not care so much at the moment.
On the other hand, Chu Fei had actually heard the sad news of Ran Qiuye's death a long time ago. He knew what this news meant to He Feng, so he appeared here at this moment.
When he noticed He Feng leaping onto the roof and standing behind him, he turned around and attacked He Feng with a fierce palm wind without saying a word. He Feng dodged sideways and then punched back. In this way, the two of them fought back and forth, and it was hard to tell who was who, as if they had returned to the time when they trained and fought side by side in the army. They released their long-suppressed emotions to their heart's content, completely ignoring whether anyone around them came to dissuade them.
Both of them were tired from fighting, so they lay on the ground, not caring that their clothes were dirty. They looked at each other and said nothing.