In a Tokyo cemetery, there is a tombstone quietly added.
Mixed in with the rows of tombstones, it is not conspicuous at all.
Not even a name, or a photo.
There is only one unsigned sentence.
[He is a mysterious and dangerous man. 】
Not far from this tombstone, there is an equally nameless monument.
There is nothing on it.
One more tombstone or one less tombstone doesn't matter at all, nothing will change.
Even the weather has not changed.
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The day after there was an unnamed tombstone in the cemetery, Tsujima Shuji and Scotland came to Kitagawa Murasuu's clinic again.
This time they did not throw away the people belonging to the FBI who were following behind them, but allowed them to follow as if nothing had happened.
"Your tombstone has been erected. You can go back with us. Before that, do you want to visit your own grave?" Tsushima Shuji asked kindly.
After all, the opportunity to visit one's own grave is rare.
"In that case, it seems that I should also have a tomb." Scotland thought thoughtfully.
After he faked his death and escaped, there should be a tombstone belonging to Zhu Fu Jingguang. Of course, that tombstone would not have his name on it.
Because undercover agents cannot see the light of day, even until they die.
Unless the undercover agent has no family or friends who would visit the grave.
Otherwise, you will be subject to malicious retaliation.
But Zhu Fu Jingguang had never visited his own tomb.
Jianggu Ling's tombstone should have a name, after all, he had no family or friends.
"But I can't find the tombstone belonging to Zhu Fu Jingguang." Scotland's tone was a little helpless.
After all, there should be many anonymous monuments in cemeteries.
"Just go and take a look and you'll find out." Tsushima Shuji blinked.
"What's so good about a tombstone that doesn't have a name and doesn't mean anything." Bourbon said in a nonchalant tone.
"Huh? But it means that you finally don't have to live as Rei Fangtani anymore. Isn't it meaningless?" Tsushima Shuji asked with a confused look on his face.
"That said, it seems that it is indeed necessary to worship." Bourbon thought for a while, nodded and stood up.
"Do you need to bring flowers for yourself? Forget it, it's a bit disgusting, so I won't bring them." He said thoughtfully and then immediately refuted himself.
"Let's go to the cemetery." He pretended to adjust his aura and walking posture to make himself look like he was still in a weak posture after being seriously injured.
There is no flaw, and he is worthy of being the first in acting.
"Where's Rongme?" Scotland looked at the clinic and saw no other people.
Wouldn't it be a little too reassuring to leave Bourbon alone in the clinic like this?
"He went to find Rum." Bourbon said in a cold tone.
"I've been eating sushi for three days in a row." The blond man looked a little unhappy.
Gome goes to the sushi restaurant where Rum works every day, orders a bunch of sushi, and brings it back as food for the patients.
Bourbon also paid a catering fee.
"Three days, has he thought of any plan?" Scotland was a little curious.
"No, he has a solemn expression, and it seems like there is nothing he can do with the rum." Bourbon said with a sneer.
If Rum really solved it like that, Bourbon would not be just the second-in-command of the intelligence department.
He has long been promoted to the position of top leader.
If Cong Mu really can deal with Rum in a few days, has he spent all these years working in the organization in vain?
Indeed, Gome is a very famous information dealer in the underground world, but...
The intelligence department of the organization is a more powerful presence, especially Rum as the leader.
"The intelligence level of the Congmu is not even comparable to that of my second-in-command." The blond man said in a scornful manner.
Rongmu has no self-awareness about this.
"It seems that he will encounter a little setback." Scotland said with a smile.
People without self-awareness will always fall into a big trap.
"People always have to pay the price for their choices, right?" Shuji Tsushima spread his hands and said with a smile.
Several people came downstairs to the clinic, got in the car and headed to the cemetery.
Of course, Bourbon, who was seriously injured and still recovering from his injuries, could not drive the car himself, so Scotland was the one driving.
"Scotland, it's too slow." Bourbon, who was sitting in the passenger seat, began to toss his friend.
"I don't feel it at all at this speed. Is the car really moving?"
"Are you really driving?" he asked as if he was really confused.
"Because there is a patient in the car who is seriously injured and has not recovered. We have to take care of the patient, right?" Scotland's tone was calm, his smile was gentle, and he was not irritated at all by what his friend said.
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"..." Bourbon turned his attention to Tsushima Shuji in the back seat in a self-conscious manner.
"Need help? I'm happy to serve patients." The black-haired and wild-eyed boy smiled with enthusiasm.
Bourbon looked away without hesitation, pretending that he had neither heard nor seen, completely ignoring Tsushima Shuji's kindness.
Tsujima Shuji, who felt that his kindness had been let down, curled his lips, but didn't say anything, but glanced at the rearview mirror.
"Those behind are probably sent by the FBI." Bourbon's tone was full of calmness and indifference.
"Ah." Shuji Tsushima responded lazily.
"He is really becoming more and more unscrupulous." Bourbon looked full of disgust.
"After all, we are testing the danger. It can be said that Dazai Osamu was responsible for the killing of the FBI who followed us before. Now that Dazai Osamu is dead, if we kill those FBI, there are only two possibilities..." Tsushima Shuji single-handedly He propped his chin up and looked out the window.
"Either we are directly defined as bad guys, or..." He bent his iris-colored left eye.
"The FBI will think they have encountered a second being like Osamu Dazai."
"The highest probability is that the first one will doubt us immediately, including doubting everyone's so-called undercover identity." He said with a slight arc at the corner of his mouth.
"It's really troublesome." Bourbon's tone was harsh and full of impatience.
I chose to be out of sight and simply closed my eyes.
The car also fell silent for a moment.
Until we stopped outside the cemetery.
In the largest cemetery in Tokyo, there are many tombstones of acquaintances.
For example, Amano Satomi, Izayoi Mochizuki, Oba Haruhiko, and the Maeda couple.
"I'm going to send flowers to my dear uncle and aunt." Shuji Tsushima took out two bouquets of fake flowers from under the car.
They are all identical white roses.
He touched the ends of his eyes, but found no tears, so he squeezed his eyes hard and rubbed the ends of his eyes quickly, finally making his eyes red as if he was very sad.
"There are also Amano-kun's weeds and Miss Mochizuki's blue hyacinths." He gave Midorikawa Mu another flower pot.
I don’t know how he took out so many things from under the seat.
"Kaa, have you ever considered Amano-kun and Miss Mochizuki as friends?" Midorikawa Mu looked at the blue hyacinths that were already in full bloom and asked.
"Of course -" the black-haired boy smiled cheerfully.
"——No!" Then he suddenly turned into an expressionless and low-voiced reply.
"It's just superficial. It's here now, just like I give flowers to my dear uncle, aunt and uncle." He waved his hand and said casually.
friend? He no longer needs this kind of thing.
