Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 380 An Encounter in the Cemetery

The lights in the elevator flickered, and with a ding, the elevator door opened.

The air was full of the smell of formalin.

Fu Jiang's nostrils fluttered slightly to distinguish the scents he caught.

Not all the smell of formalin, and corpses, and .
He couldn't tell, but it definitely wasn't such a pleasant taste.

Fu Jiang opened the vertical eyes on the top of his head, searching for Kusuda Ludao's name in the dark morgue.

The morgue was opened, and Ludao Kusuda lay there. The embalmers organized by the organization were very good, and they restored the face of the deceased without any traces of burnt.

It was almost like putting a new skin on the corpse.

I have heard that the organization's embalmers are paid very well and treated well, but no one expresses dissatisfaction or objection. Looking at it now, there is a reason.

However, there is still room for criticism. Kusuda Ludao lacked the sparse mustache on his chin. Fu Jiang took out a prop worth 1 pleasure point from his pocket and stuck it on.

It's not the same as the original, but it's better than nothing, and it would be a shame to spend 100 pleasure points to get it off the replica.

After putting the beard on, Fu Jiang frowned suddenly, and pressed his pale hand on Nantian Ludao's forehead.

Not as cold as a corpse should be.

Fu Jiang opened several other morgues and conducted some simple experiments.

Well, it's not that he doesn't have the cold temperature of the corpse, but his own body temperature is not much different from that of the corpse.

Finding yourself indistinguishable from a corpse is really not a pleasant thing to do.

What is he like?Will one day become a corpse that has no vital signs but can think and act?
Ding, the elevator door opened, and the flashlight shone into the morgue.

Click, as the guns were loaded, two heavily armed men aimed at Fu Jiang's back.

"Don't move, put up your hands."

"What are you doing?" Fu Jiang turned around slowly, "Dai Torii, Noro Crowman."

The two armed men who broke into the morgue were exactly his two existing quasi-core members.

"Boss?" Torii's eyes widened even wider on his thin face.

Hell, he saw a moving figure in the morgue through the surveillance camera, but after switching to heat sensor, he couldn't see anything.

"It's me." Fu Jiang glanced at the camera, and then opened his windbreaker, "This is the material for the organization's new research, which can isolate thermal imaging detection."

"So that's the case." A sunny smile appeared on the crow man's round and delicate face.

He doesn't believe it, but he knows that there is a word in this world called "secret".

"It's almost time to send him to the funeral home." Fu Jiang left the morgue.

Get these things done quickly, he still has a lot to do.

……

Not many people came to Kusuda Ludao's funeral.

Because I don't know Kusuda Ludao's beliefs, I don't know whether the whole monk should come or bring a Christian.

So the host of the funeral can only invite vodka, who has attended many funerals, to make a guest appearance.

Kusuda Rikudao said before his death that he likes wine, and it is his dream to open a bar and become a core member code-named wine.

Therefore, the vodka with wine as the code name should be in line with Kusuda Rikumichi's wishes. Of course, even if he is dissatisfied, he can't speak now.

Vodka was more than happy to help, without asking for any payment, and readily agreed.

He doesn't like talking about money at funerals.

A funeral is a funeral, not a market, and there should be no transactions.

There were no parents of Rikudao Kusuda among the participants of the funeral, half of them were friends whom Ridao Kusuda had known before, and the rest were guests in the bar.

If you don't count the reporters surrounding Wei Young, waiting to take pictures of Wei Young, there are really not many people here.

It's a pity that those reporters are doomed not to get what they want. As for whether they will write a special report on Wei Young's cold-bloodedness in the newspaper, that has nothing to do with Fu Jiang.

"Huh, we met too late, we parted too early, see you in the next life, Daoist Lu, there is one more thing, just ask me to find someone to help you."

Kimura Bunta rarely put on the mask of the hippie smiling face, and was neatly dressed in solemn black, leaving a photo in the grave.

After standing there in silence for a few minutes, the Yamaguchi-gumi bodyguards holding black umbrellas led him away.

After Kimura Bunta left, Tomie approached the coffin, hunched over and lowered his voice.

"Only children will talk about their dreams and hopes. They are too fragile, but they are persistent enough. No matter which life you are in, you have proved yourself with death."

In a blind spot where no one can see, a door card falls into a grave.

Fu Jiang pressed his top hat, and said in a cold tone, "What I give, you can't give it to others without my permission. This is polite."

Boom, the coffin sank into the ground and was buried by the soil, leaving only a tombstone on top as proof of its existence.

Dreams are child's stuff, beliefs are not. --epitaph
……

"It's over?" Gin was also in the cemetery, with a cigarette in his mouth.

There is another tombstone in front of him, which belongs to a blond boy in his forgotten memory.

"ended."

Fu Jiang glanced in front of the tombstone, "Only one apple?"

"Only one apple." Gin replied lightly.

Vodka stood on tiptoe and looked at the entrance of the cemetery. He remembered that when he came, there was a girl selling bouquets at the door.

He felt that it was a pity to come here so rarely that he only offered one apple.

Unfortunately, there was no one at the gate of the cemetery.

Vodka sighed, and glanced at the surrounding tombstones, "I can name many people in this cemetery."

He stretched out one finger at a time, "Toddy, Chartres, Emmale, Potter, Jiger are all here."

"Who are they?" Qin Jiu frowned.

"Uh." Vodka scratched his head, "Todi is a humorous old man who likes to make up stories, Chartres peed his pants during the first shootout, and Emmale is a girl who has a very pretty smile."

Before Vodka finished speaking, Gin turned around and left the cemetery quickly.

Vodka looked at Fu Jiang, and Fu Jiang glanced at Gin's back, "He ran away."

"Oh." Vodka hurriedly chased after him, but stopped talking about those past things.

Fu Jiang was just about to leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw fresh footprints in front of a tombstone.

He walked over and squatted down, raising his hand to caress the cold tombstone.

"Mitsui Mika? I seem to have a little impression of who is here?"

Fu Jiang couldn't remember clearly, but because of the names pronounced by Vodka, he became slightly interested in the cemetery.

Perhaps, there are also many tombstones that he can name.

Fu Jiang thought too much, he would not deliberately remember the names of ordinary people, and few of his kind died.

"Fu Jiang, ghost."

Fu Jiang's footsteps stopped and stopped in front of the tombstone.

The tombstones are clean and apparently cleaned regularly.

"Alcohol and rage won't fix anything, I hope you find peace in eternal sleep."

Fu Jiang rubbed his chin, this should be written by the old housekeeper.

If he remembered correctly, his father's generation should have had conflicts with Hongzi's family.

Hongzi's family seemed to have stopped his father, but his father was so angry that he wrote in his diary that he wanted to kill everyone in Xiaoquan's family.

Keep walking, keep looking, there are always new discoveries in the cemetery that is rarely visited.

With a clang, the empty coffee can was blown by the wind on the top of the tombstone, fell to the ground and rolled.

"Don't you want to throw it for me again?" The man in the red knitted hat stood in front of the tombstone, with a hint of sadness in his green eyes.

The coffee can was picked up by a black leather gloved hand.

"Dead men don't work for the living, it's common sense, Mr. Litterer."

It can be seen that countless heavy and sad dark green pupils move to the right, and look at a pair of deep eyes like black holes.

The corners of the black-eyed owner's stiff mouth were pulled to the sides of the cheeks, and the two rows of white teeth in the gloomy cemetery only made people feel cold.

(End of this chapter)