[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

Qing Wang Zongxiang Reishi appeared at the door.

Goto immediately stepped forward to say hello, Fukuo glanced back at him, Zong Xiang didn't expect him to be here, and was about to say something, but Fukuo quickly turned his face away, showing no interest in greeting.

Goto whispered to him behind him in a deliberate but ineffective breath.

"...Is this serious?"

"If it is not handled properly, it may turn into a conflict in the world. The victim is from an unknown world. There is no precedent before. It involves negotiations between worlds. It is difficult to handle in all aspects." Munakata rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers, "I don't know why this trouble happened. Shi Shu was killed, everyone was in a bad mood, and the incident caused..."

Fu Chou suddenly interjected: "You Jing and I have known each other for less than a year."

"Oh……"

"Youkyo is the nicest person I've ever met. Ask him to fake an injury on an old hooligan, and he's not only unable to do it, but also suffers for weeks. I couldn't remember him before, and I can't forget him even if I want to. Fucho turned to face Munakata, "Do you care about what I said?"

Munakata didn't know how to react.

"From your dazed look, you don't care." Fuchou said, "Similarly, I don't care about that Shishu who was killed and your private affairs of the king, no one asked you to do Ukyo's 'troublesome' .”

"Ah, I'm sorry." Munakata realized that he had used the wrong word, "It's really offensive, I didn't expect you to be so sensitive about it."

"It's okay," Fu Chou smiled understandingly, "Some people deserve to die a long time ago, such as me, Chi Wang, and Shi Shu."

"You're too much, you don't even know—"

"I'm sorry, I don't fucking care." Fucho said apologetically in the same tone as Munakata, "If you are offended, then you are too sensitive."

"..."

The expression on Munakata's face was one of embarrassment being offended by sarcasm, so as not to lose his proud demeanor.

"That," Goto had to smooth things over, "Should the dead body...?"

"I," Fuchou breathed slowly, and stretched his hands to relieve his numb limbs. Such movements and restless gaze made him seem a little nervous, "I'm responsible."

"Okay, go over there and fill out the registration form." Goto pointed out the direction and promised, "We will try our best to find the murderer."

Before he left, Fucho subconsciously wanted to turn his head back, but he held back, quickly walked past Zongxiang and walked out of the morgue.

"I want to advise you to give up now, and I don't want to appear to be afraid of death."

Dajiang was waiting downstairs, he said nothing about his bad condition, he only advised: "Give up, it's for your own good."

Fuchao got the pen from the front desk, bit his finger that didn't work well, flexed his wrist, and filled out the form by himself.

Munakata said that Ukyo came from an unknown world, that is to say, the world without Ukyo did not come through, so how did Ukyo come here?Maybe the Natsume World has opened a well behind the scenes, but it is unheard of for such a small matter to pass through the world well. Did the government block the news?

Besides, You Jing is a person who loves his family and is content with the status quo. He must have left his world for some reason. It has been more than a month since he bid farewell to him, and he has delayed his trip for himself. He should have left here long ago.

"Others are others after all, and the most important thing is to protect yourself and the people around you." Dajiang said, "When you look back at my age, you will regret how young you were, and how you used to be arrogant."

"I'm old enough to be your father."

After filling out the form, Fu Zhi put down his pen and walked out.

"It's clear in the official documents that you..." Dajiang hesitated to speak, and Xiao Pao followed him, "I suspect that you use this case to cleanse your acquaintances, and maybe you want to harm me."

Fuchao smiled without looking back: "That's right, everything is arranged."

He walked too fast, and Da Jiang was half a step behind him. The street lamps and business lights on both sides of the street were dazzling. It was hard to see the expression on his high face, and there seemed to be a faint light flowing through the cheeks raised in laughter.

At that moment, the lights were blue, and the storefronts passing by were green, and the refracted light flowed down from the blue-green lake in his eyes, which was a powerless and lonely sea.

Dajiang slowed down and stopped chasing him.

Everything is arranged.

But Fu Chou couldn't figure it out, if [-] tons of gold was exchanged for a person's life, how could that person be Zhou Fangzun?Why can't it be Asahina Ukyo?This unreasonably good person, one step later, just one step later...

But Ukyo, I won't apologize for saving another person, I won't regret trying so hard, I won't feel sorry for threatening a powerful enemy.

If it is the universal truth to regard money and interests as beliefs, I will abandon the truth.

If it is justice to plunder to the point of desperation, I will be an enemy of justice.

I don't know how much I will lose, I only know that I lack blood, once my bones collapsed once, I won't be able to withstand the second time.

Others think that he is doing this out of grief, on the contrary, not at all, he is angry, the anger that cannot be added, if he is not rational, he will definitely use his bloody trembling hands to set fire to everything nearby, I don’t know and don’t care Why.

But the anger that seems to never go away, in fact, will disappear the next day, as if every time he sleeps, he dies, and every time he wakes up, he is reborn.Maybe that's what he was angry about.

The next day there was a meeting among the jurors to decide some issues in dispute.

It is worth mentioning that one of the jurors was absent from the first meeting, that is, the priest with a chaotic family relationship. He was also required to attend this meeting, but the court would not look for him and would only send him a fine.

In the early morning of that day, Fu Zou searched a little bit with the intention of fighting for him, and only his home and the church where he worked were found.

There was no one at home, and there was no one in the church, except for an old priest.

Fufu said goodbye and he was about to walk out of the church. The priest saw the pendant that slipped out when he bowed.

"What have you lost, child."

"what?"

"Otherwise, why are you so angry and sad." The priest's old face was extremely loving, "If you want, you can confess to me."

"I won't donate a penny."

"Ah, it's okay, I'm not... Please go slowly."

Fucho couldn't help laughing at his reaction. He looked up at the ceiling with the painting of the Son and the Virgin. The light passed through the stained glass and shone on the painful statue of Jesus on the cross. He picked up the expensive hanging around his neck. He rubbed the smooth gem on it lovingly with his fingertips, and when he was about to walk out of the church, he tore it off and threw it aside.

After wiping off the blood from the chain of the pendant, Fuzuo lit the only cigarette left in the pendant in front of the church, and when he knocked the ash on the ass of the angel statue next to him, there was the sound of moving the seat in the church behind him.

It's hard work for the old priest to kneel on the ground looking for things at an old age.