The Reckless Man Started by Breaking Through Shawshank

"I'll help you take everything back."

Qian Jian Ling couldn't help squinting her eyes, and rubbed her soft hair against the opponent's palm.

Like a petted kitten.

In fact, it doesn't matter what the extreme way or revenge is.

It seems that death does not matter.

At this moment, just as the crew was in despair, the sky suddenly poured down with rain.

I don't know why I am happy.

Chapter 51 The Walk of the Hundred Ghosts and the Funeral

Wu Xingzhi's methods have always been simple and rude.

Qian Jianling may only be a very small business of Dongshan Club, so when Wu Xingzhi stepped on the head of the other party's president, the other party was still at a loss.

Then there was the sound of angry roars, the sound of sharp knives being unsheathed, and even the roar of guns.

When Wu Xingzhi walked out of the building with Qian Jianling, there was no sound inside.

A blood-stained shirt was swollen with things. Wu Xingzhi threw it on the back seat, then reached out and took out several documents that were also blood-stained.

"Look, the regret you have been holding on to is just a few meaningless pieces of paper."

Wu Xingzhi pulled his hands, and the document was torn to pieces. When the wind blew over, shreds of paper flew up.

Qian Jianling's eyes followed the direction of the confetti until they disappeared into the city.

"It's just such a fragile thing, it's not as difficult as you imagined, right?"

Wu Xingzhi's voice came over with a smile, and Qian Jianling also smiled unconsciously. She felt that her body was lighter, as if she could also float with the wind.

"Get in the car." Wu Xingzhi opened the door.

"Where are you going?" Qian Jianling sat in the co-pilot obediently.

"There are still things to be done." Wu Xingzhi started the vehicle, which roared like a beast, piercing the air.

Qian Jianling rested his chin, looked out the window, and suddenly called: "Mr. Wu."

"I think... I think it's okay to open the window?"

"Huh?" Wu Xingzhi looked over suspiciously, "You don't need to ask me about this kind of thing."

Qian Jianling laughed, the car window was rolled down, and the strong wind rushed in impatiently, blowing Qian Jianling's long hair up and dancing wildly without rules.

She poked her head slightly, facing out the window, closed her eyes, and took a big breath.

She has never been so happy, the depression that has been suppressed for a long time has accumulated in her chest, she just wants to spit them out at this moment, and then let the wind take them away, and never come back.

She yelled out of the window as if she didn't care about her vocal cords at all: "Mr. Wu——"

Wu Xingzhi curled his lips and complained: "In this case, you should have better words to say, such as I am so happy or I am finally liberated, instead of calling my name."

Qian Jianling turned her head, her black hair was swaying on her face, and the eyes in the interlaced light and shadow were astonishingly beautiful. She smiled and said, "I want to say a lot, maybe I can't finish it in a day."

"But right now, I think it's fine."

"Mr. Wu, I really feel now..."

She stretched out her hand, feeling the wind whistling through her fingers.

"It feels like I'm alive."

"You were already alive." Wu Xingzhi stepped on the gas pedal to death and let the car speed up crazily, as if he had been moving forward like this, and could directly drive out of this world: "There is no need to say more about literature and art, you can keep it when you grow old Reminiscing slowly, now, let's go to a funeral."

"Funeral?" Qian Jianling tilted her head in doubt.

Wu Xingzhi smiled and looked straight ahead.

The car stopped downstairs at the hotel, and the two got out of the car. Qian Jianling looked at the familiar building in front of him, and opened his mouth: "Mr. Wu, the funeral you mentioned is not for me, is it?"

"Not everyone has the opportunity to attend their own funeral." Wu Xingzhi said with a smile: "All the regrets and obsessions about you should end with the funeral. From then on, you are a new person, really A superficial soul that actually exists in this world.”

"But—" Qian Jianling's heart was beating violently, her mind was in chaos, and she couldn't keep up with Wu Xingzhi's train of thought: "It always feels a little weird, is it really necessary to do this to this extent?"

The thing in the book about burying oneself with one's own hands has always been a metaphor!Where would someone really bury his own body with his own hands!

"It is necessary!" Wu Xingzhi said seriously.

"But, it's broad daylight, and there are still so many people on the street..." Qian Jianling stammered.

Wu Xingzhi looked around and frowned: "You are right, idlers are not qualified to stare at this kind of thing."

"That's right... I don't think we need to go..." Qian Jianling hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly found that the surrounding air had cooled down, and a voice with long hair covering his face appeared suddenly Beside Wu Xingzhi.

Pedestrians passing by all around suddenly shivered.

"Sadako, clear the place."

Wu Xingzhi said lightly.

Sadako's figure was illusory for a moment, and then countless white figures split from Sadako's body, spreading all over the whole street in an instant.

There were screams one after another. It was clearly noon, and the scorching sun shone on the person's body, but there was no warmth at all.

"Should...do you want to be so exaggerated?" Qian Jianling opened his mouth, looking at the ghosts all over the street, the panicked people scrambled and fled the street.

It's just like the legendary night walk of the ghosts, except that there are no ghosts here, and it's not night.

"Like I said, it doesn't matter what the rules are." Amidst the chaotic voice, Wu Xingzhi's voice came smoothly and clearly: "Don't worry, Sadako is very special, and the Internet is under her control. People can monitor here, they will only see the ancient well played on repeat."

No one can bear the resentment from Sadako. Even if Sadako doesn't hurt others, ordinary people just look at her and feel that their souls are about to be sucked away. Soon, the streets become empty .

"That's not what I'm talking about." Asagi Ling stared dumbfounded at Sadako's orderly sealing of the shop entrances on both sides and the vehicles on both sides of the street, and the remaining Sadako lined up in a neat row. Two rows, starting in front of the two of them, spread forward, like Miss Manners lining the way to welcome——

If you ignore their cold aura and faces covered by long hair.

"Conditions are limited, so we can only do this for the time being." Looking at the scene in front of him, Wu Xingzhi nodded with satisfaction, then turned his head and asked, "Speaking of which, is there anything taboo about the neon funeral?"

"..."

Is it a question of funeral etiquette now?

Which funeral will have so many ghosts standing together in rows?

Qian Jianling looked at Wu Xingzhi, and saw that the other party's expression was as serious as ever.

There was a slight movement in her heart, and the messy emotions suddenly disappeared, and she couldn't help laughing.

Mr. Wu, he is really trying to find a way to resolve his obsession.

Although the method of resolving it is always unexpected, even talking about chaos.

However, for myself, it seems unexpectedly effective.

"What are you laughing at?" Wu Xingzhi frowned: "The funeral has begun, be more serious, at least have a little respect for the dead!"

Qian Jianling hurriedly tried to get serious.

"Okay! Mr. Wu!"

The dead?

Chapter 52 Sadako Carries the Coffin and Spirit Sauce Weeps

In the residential area, collapsed old houses are surrounded by barricades with the pattern of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Sadako had already cleared the place ahead of time, and the entire residential area was empty.

There are long-awaited sirens in the distance, but Sadako stops them outside. The whole Tokyo is full of ghosts today. People think that the end is coming, and no one knows that it is just for a funeral.

Wu Xingzhi carried a huge wooden load-bearing column with his bare hands, and dug in the ruins one after another. Soon a pit several meters deep appeared in front of him, and he threw the load-bearing column aside.

"That should be about the same."

Qian Jianling was a little dazed, not because she was shocked by Wu Xingzhi's divine power. Although the scene was indeed shocking, she stared blankly at the side with her small mouth slightly open.

The black coffin was smoothly carried in mid-air.

The coffin was the best item in a funeral shop that Wu Xingzhi was looking for. Of course, this is not important, the important thing is——

The eight Sadakos were neatly arranged on the left and right, and the coffins were pressed on the shoulders of the Sadakos, so that their heads had to be tilted to one side, twisted into a shape that made normal people creepy.

Qian Jianling swears that this is the weirdest funeral he has ever seen. The scene in front of him can even scare the dead inside the coffin to jump up and run away in shrouds.

What's more subtle is that what was placed in the coffin was actually his own corpse, and he just happened to be standing here, watching this scene that even the imagination of horror comic writers would definitely not be able to describe.

"Want to see her for the last time?" Wu Xingzhi didn't know when he was standing beside him, with warm palms on his shoulders.

Qian Jianling noticed that the other party used "she".

It was as if it wasn't him who buried himself, but someone else.

"No need." Qian Jianling shook his head, put his little hand on the back of the opponent's hand: "Mr. Wu, thank you."

Everything is weird, Mr. Wu has always acted in disorder, but Qian Jianling is really grateful.

It's funny to say, except for Mr. Wu, who would face the rules of this city for an ordinary person like himself, disperse everyone, just bury the past and eliminate regrets?

"I don't need to say thank you, I'm also doing it for myself." Wu Xingzhi said frankly.

The Sadakos walked towards the pit step by step with neat steps. The lower body of the Sadako in front sank slowly into the ground, allowing the coffin to descend steadily, and finally fell into the pit silently.

As far as the matter of carrying the coffin is concerned, ignoring the fact that Sadako is a ghost, she can indeed be regarded as a professional coffin-carrying little expert.

They don't even charge for it!

"Farewell to her." Wu Xingzhi pulled Qian Jianling to the pit: "This persistent little girl can be with her house and the memory about the house forever."

"A persistent little girl?" In front of Qian Jianling's eyes was a cold coffin, an old house that had been turned into ruins.

She closed her eyes, and saw the girl's face dripping with sweat, holding cheap and discounted ingredients in her hand, she pushed open the door, and said to her non-existent family members, "I'm back."

The first thing to do is to go up the old, creaky stairs, stand in front of the portraits of parents, and tell them what happened today, as if they were chatting about family affairs, although they are still working or going to class in the same way. , but no one will interrupt her, she can complain unscrupulously that the boss looks at her strangely, maybe she should change to another place to work, or there is a discounted salmon today, she is surrounded by three obasans Got it.

Then she would clean up the altar, go back to her room and change into her home clothes, turn on the old TV and cook while listening to the boring sound of variety shows.