Chapter 281 The Temperature of Funeral
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" The captain's voice was low and hoarse, full of anger.
He knew that these people must be coming for him, and they wanted to stop him from helping Qi Tongwei.
However, he didn't understand why they were so cruel as to kill his wife.
The captain's heart was full of questions and confusion.
He had no idea how these people found his home or why they targeted his family.
He only knew that he couldn't let these people go unpunished and he had to avenge his wife.
The captain turned back to the room and picked up the letter.
He held the letter tightly in his hands, his eyes filled with anger and determination.
He knew that these people were threatening him, but he would not be intimidated by them.
He will continue to help Qi Tongwei, and he will make these people pay a heavy price.
The captain sat on the sofa and looked at the letter carefully.
He tried to find some clues from the contents of the letter, but the language of the letter was concise and cold, leaving no useful information.
He only knew that these people were ruthless characters in the warlord melee on the Myanmar border, and they would do anything to achieve their goals.
The captain's heart was filled with anger and determination.
He knew that he was now facing great danger, but he could not retreat.
He wants to avenge his wife and protect his family.
He decided to contact his colleagues immediately and ask for their help.
The captain picked up his phone and called his colleague.
His voice was low and firm, full of anger and determination.
“I was the captain and my wife was murdered.
These people are the tough guys in the warlord melee on the Myanmar border. They threatened me not to help Qi Tongwei anymore.
However, I will not be intimidated by them. I will continue to help Qi Tongwei and avenge my wife.
Please start an investigation immediately and find out the whereabouts of these people. I will make them pay a heavy price."
"Forget it, Captain, take a break, we are drinking."
The captain listened to the indifferent responses of his colleagues on the other end of the phone, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano.
He gripped the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain.
"How could you do this? My wife was murdered by those people from the Myanmar border. They also threatened me, but you are here drinking and playing cards, not caring at all!" The captain's voice trembled with anger and disappointment.
There was a burst of laughter from the other end of the phone, and one of the colleagues said drunkenly: "Captain, are you drunk and talking nonsense? Where did the warlords fight and shoot people in our area? Stop messing around and go home and sober up."
Another colleague echoed, “That’s right, Captain, please stop meddling in other people’s business.
Can't we just live a peaceful life? Why do we have to cause trouble?"
The captain listened to these words, his heart filled with despair and helplessness.
He didn't expect that his colleagues, whom he trusted on a daily basis, would be so indifferent and irresponsible at the critical moment.
His voice became even deeper: "Do you know what you are saying? This is a life! My wife was murdered in such an unclear way, but you are indifferent. Do you still have any conscience?"
However, colleagues were not moved by the captain's words.
They continued to play cards and laugh, as if the captain's experience had nothing to do with them.
A colleague said impatiently: "Captain, please stop making trouble.
Even if what you said really happened, it was your own fault.
Who told you to take care of Qi Tongwei's mess? Now you're in trouble."
The captain clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.
He wanted to rush to these colleagues immediately and teach them a lesson.
But he knew that it would be of no avail.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
"You will regret it." After saying this, the captain hung up the phone.
He stood there, filled with anger and determination.
He knew that he could no longer rely on these colleagues and that he had to rely on his own strength to avenge his wife.
The captain slowly put down his phone, anger and determination surging in his heart, but was wrapped in deep helplessness.
He stood there, looking ahead with empty eyes, as if the whole world had lost its color.
After a while, the captain seemed to come to his senses suddenly and began to clean the house mechanically.
Every movement seemed so heavy, as if a thousand-pound rock was pressing on his heart.
His wife's blood had dried up, but the shocking red color made his heart ache like a knife.
He carefully wiped every stain of blood, as if he was caressing the warmth that his wife once had.
While cleaning, the captain recalled every moment with his wife.
Their acquaintance, understanding and love, those beautiful memories kept flashing in his mind like a movie.
But now, all of this has been broken by the cruel reality. The departure of his wife has made his world collapse in an instant.
After cleaning the house, the captain called the funeral home.
His voice was hoarse and trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed from his throat.
"I have a deceased person here, please come as soon as possible."
After saying this, the captain leaned weakly against the wall, tears welling up in his eyes again.
The funeral home staff arrived quickly.
They carefully carried their wife's body onto a stretcher and covered it with a white sheet.
The captain followed silently behind, his eyes full of sadness and despair.
He watched his wife's body being carried into the car, his heart filled with reluctance.
At the funeral home, the captain chose the best coffin for his wife.
He personally arranged his wife's remains, stroking her cold face, his heart filled with regret.
"If I could protect you, none of this would have happened." The captain muttered to himself.
The captain bought another cemetery for his wife, which was a quiet and beautiful place.
He hoped that his wife could rest here, away from the troubles and pain of the world.
At the funeral, the captain wore a black suit with a white flower pinned to his chest.
His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if his soul had been taken away.
All relatives and friends came to the funeral and silently saw his wife off.
The captain stood in front of the grave, watching his wife's coffin being slowly lowered, and the pain in his heart reached its peak.
He could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears.
"Why? Why is this happening?" The captain's cries echoed in the air, full of despair and helplessness.
He knew that from this moment on, his life would change forever.
After finishing all this, the captain was exhausted both physically and mentally.
He returned home and looked at the empty house, his heart filled with loneliness and sadness.