[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

The right puzzle piece is in the wrong place.

Sexual harassment, underage boys... Recalling the previous cases and screening the cases that Ukyo participated in, Fuchou first thought of the Shimizu case that was almost simultaneous with the Meihui case.

Thanks to the authority given by Munakata, Fushou was able to obtain some general information about the world of D01.

The defendant in the Qingshui case died during his parole, and the plaintiff’s entire household registration in Qingshui has been cancelled. Calculating the time, they have only passed eight years since Fuchao left, which is not a natural situation.

There is another breakthrough. The defendant in the Qingshui case is the principal of a key high school, and he has met some dignitaries. One of his old friends, Shan Mu, is now the D01 ambassador to King Power World.

An appointment is required to see Shanmu, and the experience of helping to capture Watanabe made Jeanne quite enthusiastic about the case. She is basically unemployed, but she often goes to the banquets of rich ladies and officials' wives with Ren Zuzu or other suitors, and her income is not shady. It's very expensive, and she has a lot of contacts. With her help, I reported at eight o'clock in the morning, and I met someone at ten o'clock.

The building of the embassy is clean and dignified. It is located near the chamber of commerce. Due to its close contacts with various agencies, the embassy has a constant flow of people and considerate hospitality.

After many inquiries, Shan Mu knew very little about it. After the defendant died, he only went to the funeral.

"There were not many people at the funeral, and they all praised him for being a man, and he cried so deeply. It is difficult to make no one cry after death. Anyway, my old friend died, and I can just say that he has bad character. The rumors about those things It’s basically true.” Shan Mu said, “However, he didn’t do that when he was brought to court.”

This is probably the correct position of the puzzle—in the Shimizu case in charge of Ukyo, the plaintiff's accusation was a false accusation.

Rang Na had to deal with Shan Mu, and did not leave the embassy with Fu Chou.

A robbery occurred near the chamber of commerce yesterday. The official claimed that the perpetrator was an external violent gang that illegally crossed the border. The bright yellow blockade, the reporters who rushed to report, the crowd, the dust and the sound of sirens invaded. Unbalanced, it was difficult to take out the medicine bottle, but the tremors in the limbs continued.

He wasted a moment, and Jeanna chased after him. Seeing that he couldn't even unscrew the bottle cap from a distance, she retreated to the corner of the street and paid a stranger to take medicine for a man with a bandage around his neck.

After a while, she turned around the corner of the street, walked up to Fu Chou who was resting on the lamppost and said, "Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge? Don't wait for me!"

Fucho closed his eyes and said nothing.

"It's almost noon," she invited as usual, "shall we have dinner together?"

This time the reward was accepted.

Jeanne deliberately appeared flattered.

"But without a roommate to share the rent with, I'm kind of struggling to make ends meet."

"With your income, what?"

"It costs a lot. And you should say 'I invite'." Jeanna poked him with her finger, "Buy vegetables and cook them at home. Vegetables cost AA, and labor costs are negligible."

He was silent and went home with Jeanne.

As soon as he entered the door, Jeanna pointed to the sofa for him to sleep there for a while, and went straight into the kitchen with the dishes.

Fu Chou put a gold coin into the pocket of the windbreaker at the door.Looking up from the sofa, there is a figure swaying in front of the clean kitchen counter. In a flash, her hair has grown a little. Occasionally, she turns her face sideways, which is completely beautiful.

She braided her waist-length hair, took a knife from the dirty chopping board, and cut it off at the root. She walked through the narrow porch into the simple bathroom, sat by the toilet, and pressed the knife against her neck...

Fuchou couldn't touch her, but wanted to stop her, so he grabbed the back of the knife and said to her, "It's not your fault."

The disheveled hair covered her drooping face, and he tried to look, but couldn't see clearly.

With a pain in his neck, he suddenly turned his head and saw Meihui with neat short hair, the tram rumbled, the siren wailed, and she fell down to the platform as if cut off by Qi Gen, she asked.

"Is that your fault?"

Click!The sound of a tree falling.

He woke up.

Rang Na is still Rang Na, arranging dishes not far away.She was made uncomfortable by Fuchou's serious eyes, just about to tease a few words, Fuchou suddenly stretched out his hand to her.

Jeanna didn't know why, but when she approached, he hooked her neck.She felt his hands encircling her back with a very appropriate strength, her face had to be pressed against his crooked shoulders, and her body remained motionless in an awkward passive posture.

"Stop going on, don't punish yourself by making mistakes."

Jeanna felt that he was not talking to her, and this embrace was not for her.

"it's not your fault."

"If you're not sleepy, why don't you go and get medical treatment?"

"Stop punishing yourself."

"I guess it won't be cured..."

She heard his sigh above her head.

"it's not your fault."

……

In the past Fukuo didn't understand the form of funerals. He didn't even bury his father's body when he left the clan. It was only after he learned of Kurapika's death that he changed his mind.

He used the savings in the pendant that he threw away and returned to buy a coffin that he lay comfortably in, and held a simple funeral in a clean place.

No banquet was arranged, no invitation was issued, but many relevant personnel and legal workers from inside and outside the case came.

Dajiang stepped forward silently, and without a portrait, he put the flowers beside the coffin.

"Sorry, I revealed it."

"It's the same for everyone who dies. As long as it's a funeral, they will flock to it. Humans like corpses more than vultures... The nurse has left, and you are going to recover and be discharged from the hospital. What are you planning to do?"

"Reinstated, then handsomely killed by evil forces."

"I wish you all the best you can." Da Jiang looked much better.

"Can you send You Jing back to his hometown?"

"Still negotiating." Da Jiang looked away, "I will inform you if there is any definite news."

"Thank you."

"What did I hear?"

"get out."

"..."

When there were still many people, Jeanne stood at the door for a while, and left without crossing the threshold.Everyone left, and a black cat jumped off the beam.

This black cat was made by apotheosis.It said Ukyo was using fate as a bargaining chip.If he does not get your attention, his fate will follow the gray tide to the rocks.

Fucho lowered his head silently.He supposed so, but he didn't want to believe it.

"Why did Renzu make a deal with you for a bet?"

In the information age, everything leaves traces. Even if Ren Zuzu disappears voluntarily, it is almost a miracle that he disappears and evaporates out of thin air.

The black cat flicked its tail.

exist.He would rather not exist without recognition.

"Does he know what it means to exist?"

Wealth is deeply worthless for them, how much of their persistence is to prove their own existence? —something that people do have, but don't know what it is.

It happens like this even when I do nothing.It was the same voice, but different.All sentient beings have the wisdom and virtue of the Tathagata, but they cannot be proved because of delusion and persistence.

"Dharma? I thought you were the god on Christ's side."

Both Buddha and Christ are human things.I am not a god, you can also ask - do I really exist?

I can be a common fantasy of people with little greed and strong obsession.I call myself a god and spit out human words to make it easy for you to understand. The image I present is actually closer to the devil.

Super time, super space, live without cause and effect, there is no death in my life, my hit is endless, and my body is invisible.

Do you know what perfection is?The black cat trotted a few steps and jumped onto the edge of the coffin.This is totally.

I'm offering you an exceptional deal.When you've figured out what you want to trade for, give me the pendant.

Fu Chi sneered: "Is there really anyone who can choose the right one? Do you have any satisfied clients?"

Suddenly, Fuchao saw the human face from the position of the black cat in a trance, male and female indistinguishable, without joy or sorrow, without worry and fear, this illusion was fleeting.It's gone.

He tried to recall, the more he recalled, the faster the shadow faded in his memory, the feeling that memory could not catch up with forgetting made him unable to take care of other things, as if he chased it to another dimension.

That space is a speck of dust, a crack, the moment and eternity, the worry-free in the worry-free, the universe containing the universe, the absolute necessity in the absolute freedom...

"The search was tight and I didn't have much time."

The familiar voice dragged him back to reality.

The speaker was Kuroro.We all know about the Spider Brigade breaking into this world, so we are not surprised.

"Kurapika isn't dead."

Fuchao looked at him without expression.

"At that time I was sure he was dead. Not only saw him throw himself into the sea with his own eyes, but the prophet also confirmed that there would be no more Kurapika in this world. I didn't lie to you." Kuroro continued, "Until Kurapika came back, he kept Looking for you in every world... there was actually a crack hidden in that sea area before the world merged, so I know that you threw yourself into the sea like him, but you didn't die."

To Kuroro's surprise, Fu Chou suddenly laughed.

It's not an intermittent, pathetic, mournful laugh, but a long, silent laugh that's nervous and trembling all over.

Today, when he heard the news, was not the most difficult and unfortunate day for him, probably a lot was taken away by the last time and the last time. He realized this, because sorrow can be quantified and shared in a person's life like AA meal expenses Feel very funny.

Not far away, Kuroro saw Fu Fu lying on the ground laughing hysterically. He didn't know how much he listened to, and what made him find it so funny.

"It's not that I don't believe it. There is no one who believes in the enemy more than I do." After restraining himself several times, Fuchao asked with a smile, "Why did you come here to tell me?"

"For me, I am here to correct my mistakes; for you, you may have a chance to redeem."

Fuchao wanted to shake his head, but found that he didn't even have the strength to do so.

Half a step late, there is no need to redeem, and there is no need to redeem.

"Even if you can't, you should want the truth." He left after speaking.

Yes, rich rewards are for the truth.

But as soon as the thought "time flow in the world of mind power is slightly faster than in other worlds" arose, he immediately restrained his urge to try to convert time.

Because he was afraid to figure it out, Katya was there when he was in the magic world, and even when he raised all the gold in the Meihui world and was about to go to the world of thought power, Katya was in the same world as him, even separated by a wall... People don't need all the truth, Especially the belated truth.

He had foreseen something the day he hallucinated Katya.

In a sense, people can predict their own future, and Fuchao has foreseen some unshakable things.

In particular, traveling through the world is another form of traveling through time and space. This ability not only gives him an aging shell, but also gives him a premonition of the past and future beyond ordinary people.

He didn't know exactly what that was, but when it happened at a certain moment, he didn't feel like he knew it at that moment.

The absurdity of this precognition is also that you know that you may have other options, and at the same time you don't consider other options at all.

He braced himself to get up, and came to Youjing's coffin, there was almost no peculiar smell inside, and the description was the same as before.

"Am I going to earn that 20 tons of gold?" he asked the man who would never answer. "Do I have another 20 years?"

Today, he finally realized deeply why the ancestors of the Kuruta tribe asked them not to participate in the transaction.

Without a deal, there would be no such tragic and irreversible regrets of repaying the price.

He put the pendant on You Jing's chest: "This time I really gave it to you." Then someone came to seal the coffin and prepare for the burial.

A problem that can only be solved with money should not be a problem in itself.