After Li Wenjia’s arrest, the police held a state funeral for the fallen police officers. It was raining that day, and the neatly-dressed police officers in full uniforms stood in rows in the drizzling rain. There was a row of urns with portraits in front of them, and in the middle was Officer Ma.

Officer Ma had dedicated his whole life to the duties of a police officer, and in the end, he sacrificed his life for it.

Sun Tiger picked up the microphone and solemnly uttered, “First bow!”

Everyone bowed respectfully to the dead officers.

“Second bow!”

“Third bow!”

And then, the sound of gunfire shook the sky.

All the police officers saluted to the urns covered with party flags. 

Xiaotao was right next to me, and I saw tears welling up in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and refrained from letting it flow. The death of Officer Ma was a huge blow to her. It would take a long time for her to recover from this grief.

Wang Yuanchao, Dali, Shiwen, Lao Yao, Xiaotao’s father, and all other victims of Li Wenjia were all sent to a psychiatric clinic for rehabilitation....