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    Link¡¯s funeral was held on Monday, accompanied by many flowers and a large crowd of onlookers.  Xia Xiang and the police chief were still in the imperial capital, but he asked Chen Xuanlin to attend, which was very appropriate.  Chen Xuanlin came back that morning. He was very efficient. When he arrived at the funeral, he had prepared a beautiful wreath with an inscription on it.  Pan Xiaowen was the main mourner, while Jiang Tiansheng, who was wearing solemn black clothes, supported her.  Staff at the Brilliant Hotel sent some representatives and delivered bouquets of flowers arranged into shapes.  The band leader was an uncompromising realist and felt that a pair of statues of dancers were more realistic and more representative of the deceased than a bouquet of flowers, but most people disagreed with him and felt that he was motivated by this.  A professional jealousy.  Guo Jiaying appeared in a modified and restrained mourning dress, threw a large bouquet of dark purple violets into the grave at this most tragic moment, and then broke into dramatic hysterics before being taken away.  This is also a public insult to Pan Xiaowen.  Newspapers across the country published photos and gave full coverage of the funeral. The dinner table at the Brilliant Hotel was so full that extra seats had to be added in the drawing room.

    "I think you have to leave the village now." Zhiqiu said to Pan Xiaowen, "This place is a painful memory for you."

    "Yeah, but I'm not leaving. I'm going to stay here until the clouds clear over Link's memory. I'm pretty sure he was murdered by Russian agents, and it's just plain obvious that the police allowed that to happen.  shame."

    "I hope you can persuade my mother to leave," Jiang Tiansheng said. "Continuing to stay is not good for her health. I think you will leave soon."

    "Maybe."

    Indeed, there seems to be nothing worth remembering here.  Li Feng has applied to the police to leave and was approved, but he must report his address to the police station at any time.  He quickly left his sojourn, packed his things, and headed north.  "Hopefully," the director said, "they can keep an eye on him. We can't follow him all over China, and there is no evidence against him."

    Xia Xiang and the Sheriff returned to the village on Tuesday morning, and what greeted them was a new message.

    "We found Ye Fan." The director said.

    After Ye Fan left the checkpoint and drove the rented car to the village, he took a train to another place and continued his hiking there.  After walking about twenty kilometers, he was hit by a truck.  As a result, he lay in a local hospital for nearly a week, unable to speak or conscious.

    There was nothing in his travel bag to identify him, and no one knew anything about his identity until he could sit up.  When he was strong enough to speak intermittently, he heard other patients discussing the village, and then, out of a little show-off, said that he was actually related to the detective who found the body.  .  A nurse at the hospital remembered that she had searched for a man named Ye Fan on TV, saying he was related to this case.  After our police communicated with them, we sent someone to collect evidence from Ye Fan.

    So now it is clear why neither Ye Fan himself nor his companions responded to this urgent message when it was broadcast on TV.  Why no one came to report Ye Fan's disappearance is no longer a question.  Ye Fan is a teacher at Imperial University of Technology. He took a semester off because of poor health.  He is unmarried, an orphan, has no nearby relatives, and lives in a nearby hotel.  He left the hotel in May, saying he wanted to travel freely and not have a fixed address.  For these reasons, no one thought to search for his whereabouts.  On the other hand, the emergency message was not clear, so everyone could not figure out that it was him who the police wanted to find.  Regardless, since no one knew where he might be, no one could provide any information.  The police contacted the hotel and proved what Ye Fan said.

    Ye Fan doesn¡¯t seem like a criminal, but that¡¯s not certain.  Wearing a white hospital coat, he propped himself up on the bed and prepared to answer the police's questions.  His unshaved face was wrapped in bandages, showing a nervous expression. Looking over through his large horn-rimmed glasses, his eyes looked both serious and funny.

    "That is to say, you gave up your original travel plan and walked back to the checkpoint with the detective," the police officer said, "Ye Fan, why did you do that?"

    "I want to help the detective as much as possible."

    "Yes, Mark, it's natural to have this idea. But in fact, you didn't help him much."

    "Indeed not," Ye Fan touched his sheets, "He said he was going to find the body, but of course, I didn't expect that he was asking me to do this. My body is not strong, and the tide is coming.  Yes. Ithink¡ª¡ª"

    The police officer waited patiently.

    Ye Fan suddenly burst out with a frank confession, feeling much more relaxed.

    ¡°I don¡¯t want to continue down that path, that¡¯s true. I¡¯m afraid the killer is hiding somewhere.¡±

    "Murderer? What makes you think this is a murder?"

    Mark Ye Fan shrank tighter between his pillows.

    "The detective said it might have been murder, and I was very timid. You see, because of my illness, I've always been very nervous - nervous, you know. I'm not physically strong. I was afraid to think about that possibility.  .¡±

    "Ye Fan, you don't need to blame yourself for this." The police officer's straightforward sympathy made Ye Fan suspicious, and he seemed to detect hypocrisy in it.

    "So, when you get to the checkpoint, you feel that the detective is safe and no longer needs more protection, so you leave without even saying goodbye."

    "Yes, yes. I - I don't want to get involved, you know. From my point of view, it's not good for me. A teacher must have a strict and decent style, and -"

    "What, Ye Fan?"

    Ye Fan said another thing from his heart.

    "I thought about it and I thought the whole thing was weird. I was wondering if the detective - I'd heard of this kind of thing - a suicide contract or something like that - you know? I didn't want to be associated with that kind of thing.  Together. My character is very timid. I admit this. Because of the disease, my body is not strong at all. As a result, this and that situation happened again-"

    The police officer has a rich imagination, and his sense of humor, although still in its infancy, is very strong.  He covered his mouth and smiled, as if he suddenly saw that Mark Ye Fan, looking frightened.

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