I make a lot of money from vests

The flowers that just grew outside the building thanked the ground one after another overnight.

Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned against the window, and the wind was blowing in from the window.

There was a lot of gloom on his face, and his whole body was about to merge with the decadent scene.

As soon as Yuan arrived, he was overwhelmed by the atmosphere of silence for no reason.

Zhongyuan Zhongye's coat was hanging on his shoulders, and there was a lot of blood on the tail, and it was hard to tell whose it was.

pat.

The flame on the lighter was crumbling, as fragile as if it could be blown out with a single breath.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lit a cigarette, took a puff, raised his head and closed his eyes, and exhaled thick smoke.

The smoke fluttered and fell, mixed with the cool air of the morning, all the way up into the sky and connected with the unreachable clouds hanging high in the sky.

There was still dew on the window sill, and Zhong Yuanzhong's back leaning against the window sill was also wet with dew. He didn't seem to feel the dampness, but kept smoking, one after another, with a lot of cigarette butts piled up at his feet.

Yuan Yi stood on another windowsill not far from him.

The two people are separated by a short distance, neither far nor close.

Nakahara Chuya picked up the cigarette butts on the ground with his toes, put on his coat, and brushed past Yuan Yi with a cold wind.

Yuan Yi glanced sideways, watching his back that was gradually moving away.

He still straightened his back, obviously he should be used to seeing death, but every time death came, it would draw a line on his heart.

The knife marks are light and faint, but each side is scratched, like a net, tightly wrapping the heart that is not too rigid.

As night fell, several black cars set off from the Mafia building in the port, drove through the dense jungle all the way, and came to the hillside where you can overlook the tide.

As if to echo the sad atmosphere, it began to rain lightly.

The black umbrella is hidden in the thick night.

The port Mafia members, who are usually dressed in black, are very suitable for the funeral at this moment.

There are many tombstones erected on the hillside. After being eroded by wind, rain and sea tides, some of them have been corroded and become dilapidated.

Ozaki Koyo did not wear the brightly colored kimono that she usually wears, the black and white kimono is very elegant.

She opened the umbrella, and the falling rain was blocked by the flashing surface.

"Mr. Zhongye, it's cold in the middle of the night, and you will get sick if you get caught in the rain."

Her voice was ethereal and unusually gentle, which made Zhong Yuanzhong, who had been silent for a day, suddenly have the desire to talk.

The first sentence he uttered was very disrespectful to the dead.

"He's a fool."

"Giyu-kun?" Koye Ozaki looked at the person who was still alive yesterday and was buried coldly in the soil today, "I don't think Giyong-kun is stupid, leaving in this way will make you unable to forget him for the rest of your life. "

Chuya opened his mouth for a few seconds, but didn't know what to say.

He kept sinking, and at the bottom was a pool of ice cones, but the bottom of the pool was embraced by a scalding sea of ​​fire.

As soon as he touched the bottom, all the unspeakable emotions that made it difficult for him to breathe poured out.

He finally spoke, his tone dry: "He... died because of me."

Koye Ozaki is not good at comforting people, she just patted Chuya Nakahara on the shoulder.

Tombstones without names are nailed into the dirt, and there are so many members of the dead port of Mafia buried here that if you try to count them, you may not be able to count them all in one night.

The desolate whistle sounded, and Zhong Yuanzhong also walked to the tombstone, and bowed slowly to the tombstone.

He put the coat stained with the blood of the people in the tomb on the tombstone.

The fine rainwater dripped continuously along the tip of the hair and fell into the soil, leaving a slightly darker dot.

"Nakaya-kun, it's time to go." Ozaki Koyo called out.

Zhong Yuanzhong also responded, his leather shoes sank in the mud, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the tombstone.

The windbreaker hanging on the tombstone was blown up by the wind, making a sound of hunting, as if screaming.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath and continued to move forward.

He couldn't remember how many people he had sent away, how many people he met and then separated.

Life is all about gaining and losing.

In the end, even he himself didn't know what was left.

Everyone will die, so I will come to you later.

The night engulfs Chuya Nakahara's back. Those who walk in the dark don't need light.

There are always guides ahead.

Every step he took was very steady, and he kept passing them, one after another.

Eventually he reached the finish line and looked up to see the light seeping from the windows of the Mafia building in the port.

The rain stopped and the clouds cleared.

All the stars in the sky hang down, mourning his death.

When Zhong Ye passed by the office, he found that the lights inside were still on.

He pushed open the door, and Kobayashi, Tomioka Yoshiyuki's subordinate, was sorting out the documents.

Dim light fell on his unsmiling face.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head sharply.

Zhong also paid attention to him, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and he looked like he had cried a lot.

Kobayashi: "It's a cadre from Chuya."

Zhong also looked at the large stack of documents in his hand: "What are you doing?"

"Clean up the office."

He put down the files and opened the drawer, all the sadness was washed away, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

Inside the drawer was a drawer full of unopened jumps.

Zhong Yuanzhong also came over, looked at the jump in a drawer and was also silent.

Xiao Lin opened the cabinet again, and a bunch of plucked "badmintons" fell out of the cabinet.

Chuya: "...what is this?"

Xiao Lin hesitated: "Badminton?"

He knew it was badminton, but why was there a cabinet of badmintons in Tomioka Yoshiyuki's office cabinet? It seems that badmintons were tortured "before they were alive", and all their hairs were pulled out.

Zhong also chuckled, and the gloomy mood was swept away.

"What a fool."

After Xiaolin tidied up the office, he closed the door and locked the door. He didn't know what kind of newcomers this office would welcome in the future.

I hope he will not be afraid to see the plucked badminton in the drawer. This is just a small hobby of the previous owner of this office.

The lights in the corridor go out one by one, and those who leave always have things that existed in this world.

Even without those things, it will be remembered in people's minds.

***

Yuan Yi sneaked out the door. He wore a mask and walked out of the gate calmly. The guard at the gate didn't ask any more questions.

He got into the grass and took out a shovel he had hidden here.

After detours, Yuan Yi finally found the place where Mafia was buried in the port.

The ground was full of footprints of different sizes, and Yuan Yi was exhausted from walking all the way with a shovel on his shoulder.

"Is it reasonable? I dig up my own corpse and recycle it."

[No vital signs other than yours have been detected, please take this opportunity to recover the vest "Tomioka Giyuu" as soon as possible. ]

Yuan Yi dragged the shovel up the mountain with difficulty, but it was so heavy.

There are tombstones everywhere, most of which have no names yet, Yuan Yi was dumbfounded.

"Which one of these is my tomb?" He felt unlucky after finishing speaking, "What is my tomb? I'm still alive and well."

He closed his eyes and stood there blankly for several minutes.

[What do you do? ]

"Sense where my own grave is."

[......]

[You go forward, I have located the vest "Tomioka Yoshiyuki". ]

Yuan Yi opened his eyes: "You have this ability, you didn't say it earlier."

Under the instructions of "Morning Martin", Yuan Yi found the tombstone wearing a trench coat.

Yuan Yi tore off his coat, threw himself on the ground, and sat down by the tombstone.

Chuya's coat was under his buttocks, and he gasped for breath. Next, it was a long excavation work. I hope it will not be buried too deep, so that he can easily dig himself out.

Half an hour later, there was a shallow pit on the newly filled mound.

Yuan Yi was sweating profusely: "Is there any props that can dig a hole? It's cheaper."

[How much price? ]

Yuan Yi: "It's better not to have money."

[No. ]

Digging a pit is a matter of no technical content, Yuan Yi gritted his teeth and worked hard to dig the soil.

He cursed and said: "What are the people of Mafia at the port doing so honestly and filling in so well?"

Yuan Yi suspected that he would not be able to dig himself out until morning.

"Can I not recycle this vest?"

[No, vest recovery can also recover part of the energy. ]

[If you don't recycle, don't you want the reward money? ]

"Martin Morning" tempted money, Yuan Yi became a little more motivated, but the motivation only lasted for half an hour before he stopped cooking.

"I thought of a good way."

[what? ]

Yuan Yi took out the limited doll from his backpack, holding the doll he hesitated to input whose name.

This limited doll can only enter the people in the background of "Kudo Shinichi", it is impossible to let "Maori Ran" help dig a hole.

Phantom Thief Kidd?Forget it, Kaito Kidd is only suitable for being handsome, not for digging holes, so we should find someone more capable.

Yuan Yi looked through the background information of "Kudo Shinichi" and found a very suitable person.

He clicked on the input box and entered "Toru Amuro" in the input box.

Then he released the stand-in doll, and a man with blond hair and wheat-colored skin stood beside the tomb.

Yuan Yi handed him the shovel in his hand: "It's up to you."

Toru Amuro: "..."

[It is recommended that you dig together, which is more efficient. ]

Yuan Yi: "There are no tools, I'll just lie down."

["Morning Martin" kindly provides a shovel. ]

Yuan Yi: "..."

Don't help when you should help, and help when you shouldn't.

Yuan Yi even wondered if it deliberately punished him like this, knowing that he came up with this bad move just to be lazy.

Amuro smiled and said, "Let's go together, myself."

Yuan Yi supported the shovel provided by "Martin Morning" kindly, pulled his hips with a face, and said dejectedly: "It's all me, my rest is your rest, don't worry about it so much."

Amuro put down the shovel, and there was a streamer in his blond hair, and he smiled because his dark skin lined his teeth very white.

He said: "Then you dig, I want to rest too."

Being separated is not a good thing, but a lot of bad things.

"Let's dig together."

Yuan Yi dug slowly, but fortunately Amuro Toru was very fast.

The two dug together for an hour or two before they found the body.

Yuan Yi sighed: "Fortunately, cremation is not popular in the port of Mafia, otherwise we can only dig up a pile of ashes."

Yuan Yi took back "Fugang Volunteer".

[The vest "Tomioka Giyuu" has been recovered, with a damage degree of 85%. ]

[Yes/No Repair? ]

Yuan Yi said without hesitation: "If you are dead, why spend money on repairs? Fake the corpse to scare Zhongye in the Central Plains? Let him go, I still want to be a human being."

The hole has been dug out, in order not to cause trouble, the hole has to be filled back.

Genichi and Toru Amuro looked at each other, sighed, and resigned themselves to their fate and began to fill in the hole.

What kind of evil did he do? He dug himself out with his own hands, and he had to fill back the hole where he had been buried.

Starting tomorrow, he will do more good deeds to offset some sins for himself.