"Shen Zhuo?"
"Why is he here? Who asked him to come?"
"He still has the nerve to come?!"
…
On the grass on both sides of the bluestone road, the evolvers from the Central Monitoring Office were whispering to each other. Then the discussion became louder and more agitated. Someone surrounded them and blocked their way: "Mr. Shen, what are you doing here?"
Shen Zhuo stopped, his face as pale as snow.
His completely calm reaction was like a spark falling into gasoline on the ground, and everyone was excited with indignation: "Is this ungrateful villain worthy of coming to see Brother Fu?" "Is this guy here to show off? Get him out!"
The noises from all directions were getting louder and louder. Someone reached out to grab Shen Zhuo's collar and said, "Didn't you hear me? Get out of here!"
There were people at the scene who had participated in the lynching and torture that year. Shen Zhuo dodged to the side, then stretched his hand out of his trouser pocket. The object between his fingers lit up - a transparent syringe filled with serum.
There are clear letters engraved on the metal cover, and it is an S!
Everyone felt as if a basin of ice water was poured over their heads, and the air suddenly became quiet.
"Be restrained." Shen Zhuo's tone was calm and leisurely, with a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth: "I haven't seen you for three years and you are still the same as before. I really miss you."
"—You!" "What did you say!"
If the S-level serum was like a deterrent, suppressing everyone's anger instantly, then the ridicule that followed was like a flood, exploding the suppressed anger hundreds or thousands of times: "Is this guy here to cause trouble?!" "Are you a human being, Shen?"
A group of angry roars broke out, and the first few evolvers with red eyes tried to grab the serum. In the chaos, Shen Zhuo turned his head to avoid the snatch, and with a flick of his thumb, he flicked open the metal cover. The injection needle flashed with a cold light, and it was about to stab into the side of his neck.
"stop!"
A shout resounded throughout the cemetery. The voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in everyone's ears.
The expressions of the evolvers were shocked.
Passing through the angry crowd, I saw a familiar figure facing the marble tombstone at the end of the bluestone road not far away. It was Yue Yang.
"I asked Supervisor Shen to come." Yue Yang's voice was cold and steady, leaving no room for doubt: "Fu Chen would want to see him in his grave."
"..." As if suppressed by an invisible force, the tense situation was forcibly calmed down.
The crowd dispersed unwillingly, staring at Shen Zhuo with hatred as they retreated.
Shen Zhuo was not surprised at all, and was too lazy to even show any expression. He snapped the metal lid shut, put away the serum, and walked through the crowd to the tombstone.
On the white stone tablet, Fu Chen three years ago was frozen in time. He had a unique temperament that was a mixture of handsomeness, neatness and gentleness, and his eyes sparkled when he smiled.
"If I didn't invite you, would you come?" Yue Yang's low voice came from the side, and the volume was only audible to the two of them.
Shen Zhuo lowered his eyelashes and looked at Fu Chen in the portrait without answering.
Yue Yang sighed silently.
Yue Yang was dressed in black, which made his usually cold temperament look even more solemn.
He was actually quite young, and was in the same class as Fu Chen when he was studying at the Central Research Institute. But unlike Fu Chen, who was outgoing, popular, and naturally attracted many lower-level people to support him, Yue Yang was always the one responsible for ruling, planning, and execution, so he was silent and spoke little, and every word he said was precious, with unique weight.