[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

Christmas.

The end of the year is approaching, and there are no lawsuits.

The remuneration is idle, but the numbers in the account have been growing exponentially with the royalties.

He was free for two weeks, went out every day the first week, and slept every day the next week. Only You Jing reminded him to eat as much as possible, and he was never seen to cheer up and do anything.

Fu Zou was awakened by the conversation in the living room, he lay on the bed, his head was empty, waiting for sleepiness to fall again.

There was an endless stream of conversations, and there seemed to be a dozen people talking.

It was easy for Fucho to fall asleep, but his sleep was also very light. He got up to look for water to drink. When he opened the door, his vision became dark. Someone helped him.

"what happened?"

You Jing was holding a plate of cut fruits, and held his shoulder with one free hand, feeling that he only squeezed a handful of bones in his hand, and the meat that was so hard to grow a few days ago was gone.

Fuchao brushed his hand away, walked to the living room, leaned against the cabinet where the water was usually kept, but there was no water, probably because of this group of inexplicable guests, he didn't wear glasses, and he could vaguely see that they were Youjing's brothers.

While he was sleeping, You Jing didn't know what he did to the living room, the sofa and coffee table disappeared, and there was a huge kotatsu in the middle.

The group of people eating oranges and chatting around the kotatsu froze because of his appearance, and the atmosphere was awkward. Ukyo came over and put the fruit on the kotatsu table.

"Why are they here?" Fuchao asked.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest." Yachen nodded slightly to him.

Feng Dou said in a bad tone: "It's not that Brother You Jing said that he didn't feel at ease with you here, and refused to go home to spend Christmas with us."

Fu Zhi lazily leaned back on the cabinet with his elbows: "Then it's a bit difficult to sue you for illegal entry."

"..."

Natsubaki Asahina, who had never seen Fuzuo, lay on the kotatsu table and said, "Today is Christmas, happy, happy."

"Who would be happy to see him." Yusuke whispered.

There was not enough tea, You Jing was going to burn it again, walked to the door from the living room to the kitchen, couldn't help but look back, he thought that it would be good if these kids came to have a good time, and how much money they got, his mood would improve, he was wrong up.

There was a sudden bang from upstairs.

You Jing remembered: "I haven't gone to say hello to the new residents yet."

Fuchao went to the bathroom: "Don't go."

Youjing nodded: "Then don't go."

After 10 minutes, Fuchou called again. He hurried back to the room, changed his clothes and came out. When he walked to the kotatsu, a large table of people turned to him, and he took the fullest cup of tea from the table like no one else.

Yusuke opened his eyes wide, watching his tea being drunk by him in one go.

Fucho put the cup back in front of Yusuke: "Merry Christmas."

Yusuke: "..."

You Jing didn't know what Fuchou was doing when he went out, so he stopped him with a thick coat and told him to put it on before leaving.

The flamboyant monk Asahina wanted to break the silence after Fuzuo left: "What a beautiful person."

"Do you want Brother to know what he has done?" Asahi Naizi asked, "Even I know, Brother Zao will not come because of this."

"It doesn't hinder the appreciation."

Ang disagrees: "Brother Yao really..."

"Is he really Japanese?" Lucy's point is, "The beautiful way does not conform to the national conditions."

"There is also his name. The surname Fu is like a Chinese name. If the surname is Fuchou, there will be no name." Qi Zhi analyzed seriously, "It may be a minority name."

"The ethnic minorities in our country are not like this." Yachen finally corrected him, "His eyes are very exotic, maybe he is from a certain European nation."

You Jing remembered the words on his pendant: "I looked for it, and there are similar ethnic groups, but they have long been extinct, and they still don't exist." At least not in this world.

The topic of rich remuneration ended here, and they began to discuss how to get Brother Zao to come here, although they would not stay here until dark, and only the younger sister looked after the youngest brother at home.

When it gets dark, the lanterns of the merchants flicker in succession, and couples and friends form pairs.

Fu Zhi walked through a festive street in a dispirited manner, entered a bar, and just sat down, a man took a seat beside him.

"first meet."

The visitor wears rimless glasses, has long hair in dark blue, and has a Kansai accent in the minutiae of his voice, and looks worthy of the word handsome.

"Ninja Yushi."

Then I bought a glass of wine for Fu Chou, he should be the kind of person who is good at sociability, talking nonsense but not annoying.

"It would be boring if the conversation is only for maximum benefit." Renzu could also see that he was impatient, and smiled friendlyly, "I have always been like this in the business field. I don't mention the benefits, I only make friends."

Fu Fu waved his hand: "One more glass."

"There are always topics that you are interested in besides money."

His always unfavorable means of communication is to find out the other party's thinking and behavior patterns by not talking about key important things, so as to make things happen.

"Such as the market, stocks, and crowd psychology." Forbearance to pay attention to the demeanor of rich rewards "For example, faith, justice, idealism..."

"Those you can talk to me ten years ago, I was still naive at that time."

"How are these childish? Thinking about it this way makes people feel that they haven't grown up." Ren Zu found a breakthrough, "I saw Nanase Ren's news interview, she was single with a child, because she couldn't find a serious job because of her criminal record, social assistance The project is not open to her, and I can't live anymore. I believe that she is the murderer, but I don't think she deserves it. At this time, where is the justice? It's really puzzling."

"You saw her. There is more than one Nanase Ren who can't survive. Some people were bullied and forced to jump off the building. The suspects were not even convicted of abetting. There were also people who were released after ten years of injustice." Fuchao looked down. The ripples of the liquid in the glass, "There is no justice, not in any world. Justice is an ideal concept widely used in reality. Together with fairness, people can barely accept life."

"Too pessimistic."

"I'm just a realistic guy."

"Are you realistic because you are a lawyer, or are you a lawyer because you are realistic?"

"For nothing, just for money." Fuchao drank another glass of wine, and said inexplicably, "People who are trapped in the past."

"Why did the chaebol become your enemy?"

"I have never intended to be an enemy of anyone, I have to be like this." Fuchao said, "If you don't cut your flesh from the plutocrats at the end of capital, don't you want to exploit ordinary people?"

"You are very contradictory, I appreciate you." Renzu said sincerely, "But you will also put yourself in a difficult situation."

"I have already been here. Regardless of the original intention, wealth will not be born out of thin air. Accumulating money to a certain limit is accumulating capital. When capital comes to the world, every pore is dripping with blood and dirty things. I am an exploiter after all. "

It turned out that he was well versed in the essence, and it was a bit contemptuous for him not to see himself before.

"So when I am in a difficult situation, my opponent must be most careful." Fu Chou drank an unknown number of glasses of wine, changed the subject, and pushed the glass away, "Because it is only possible that I put myself in this situation. "

"...Okay." Shinobu looked at Fuchou wearing his coat to pay the bill, "I'm going back to accompany my queen, goodbye."

Report the results by the way.The task of Ninzu's trip is to confirm whether this person will act against Atobe again.

But he did the opposite, and he also showed his anticipation and enthusiasm for the sight of the building's collapse. As for what measures Atobe took, he couldn't bear to control it.

Even though there were two things that could be explained clearly on the phone, Fu Zhao was asked to go out, and the content of the conversation also made people feel bad.

The joyful atmosphere on the street made him breathless, and he walked downstairs quickly, and unexpectedly met Lu Jian, the witness of the Pengci case.

Midorima was much happier than Ninzuzu, and directly handed over a gift box, saying concisely: "On behalf of Akashi, I will send you a Christmas present."

Fufu took it apart, it was a short knife, he pulled out the slender blade from the scabbard, and opened the blade.

Sending a knife has two meanings, one is an early warning, and the other is a severance.

In anticipating the turmoil of the future, Akashi clearly stated his position.

"I said that there is no need. I act like this. If something happens, no one will complain, and no one will beg."

"I will tell the truth." Midorima said goodbye.

Fuchou stayed where he was for a long time, looking at this exquisite knife, reflecting the light from the unstable voltage in the stairwell, putting it on his neck, approaching it inch by inch, looking up, as if he wanted to see someone by approaching death.

Warm liquid flowed onto his hand along the slope of the knife edge. He wiped the blood off the knife blade with the hem of his coat, and put the knife back into the sheath as if nothing had happened. The movement was very fast, he was afraid that he would be really impulsive.If the goal is not achieved, what qualifications does he have to stop it once and for all.

Opening the door, the room was pitch black, filled with the smell of tea and citrus, and the heat made him drink up.

He changed his shoes and walked in. His eyes were dark and he couldn’t see anything. He spent every late night lighting and working all year round. He didn’t know that he was night blind. Finally, he stumbled and sat on the kotatsu table based on his feeling. He didn’t want to move anymore. Sitting like this, surrounded by deep and dead darkness, letting it soak into his body, consciously savoring the effects of alcohol on himself, his thoughts gradually became chaotic and turned into a paste, the absolute silence and blindness made him infinitely lonely, He didn't step into the bottomless pit, did he? This is just a big square made of reinforced concrete, and he is not the only one in the square.

He touched the cold wall, looking for the living people nearby with a purpose that he had forgotten.

"Wealth?"

Thinking that Fushou was going to spend the night outside, You Jing just fell asleep, and there is no need to lock the door if he is not used to it.

"No, it's Santa Claus." Fuchou remembered, squatted down beside Youjing's bed, took out something from his pocket and stuffed it under his pillow, "a gift."

You Jing got up and smelled a lot of alcohol on him, not sure how sober he was: "I didn't prepare it for you, I didn't expect..."

"No need to return the gift, I won't be able to stay here for the Chinese New Year."

If you don't stay until the Chinese New Year, do you mean you want to leave?Ukyo sat up, and the gift was also a farewell?

"He even told me specifically."

"You are the Arnold I believe."

"Benedict Arnold?" Not only did he smell of alcohol, but Ukyo also smelled blood, "Take off your shirt."

After drinking alcohol, Fu Chou always became emotional for no reason, dizzy and wobbly, and undressed as he said.

"You covet my beauty."

"I covet your dirty clothes." You Jing didn't see the injury on his neck due to the lack of light, "Take it off and put it in the laundry basket in the bathroom. I'll wash it together tomorrow."

"Are you my servant?"

You Jing got rich like a ball of ooze: "I will be angry too."

Fu Chou didn't stop, and fell sideways: "What happens when you get angry?"

You Jing quickly pulled the man over, and Fu Chou's head hit him on the chest without light or heavy. He tore off Fu Chou's half-taken off coat, and felt his hot and humid breath, smelling of alcohol, hitting the skin on his chest.

"Angry, have sex with me after drinking...?"

You Jing didn't know what to do with the man who was limp in his arms and talking nonsense, and he answered in a mess: "You said that my face is not to your liking."

"Still holding grudges...you like me."

"Enough is enough, go back to your room."

"Don't like me, Arnold... don't be liked by me, you will die if you like me..."

"If you say it again, I will use this as a testimony to sue you for murdering your roommate."

"Then I will prove my crime before the defendant."

"..."

He was really drunk.

A few days later, Youjing finished cooking early in the morning, collected his clothes, folded them and put them in Fuchou's closet, and told Fuchou with his head covered: "I brought in the subpoena sent by the court for you and put it next to the breakfast." .”

Then You Jing hesitated for a moment at the dining table, pressed the photo under the court summons, put the door key on it, dragged the suitcase out, and gently closed the door.

On the dining table, the court summons stated that the plaintiff Asahina Ukyo was summoned for rich rewards, and the grounds of the case were illegal income and murder.

The author has something to say:

Benedict Arnold, a general entrusted by Washington during the American Revolutionary War, is known as the number one general in the Continental Army.

In the later period, the plan of collaborating with the enemy was exposed and escaped. As a brigadier general of the British army, he attacked the US army and spent the rest of his life in London. He is a famous rebel general in history.