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【yes. 】
Tian Yuze typed the last word in the input box, and when he heard the door opening, he quickly switched to the work interface.
"Ozawa, are you so panicked, are you secretly playing games?"
After hearing the voice and identifying the person, Tian Yuze breathed a sigh of relief: "It's you, Yongchuan, I thought it was Mr. Waseda."
The person who came was Yongchuan Jin, the technical consultant of their group and the oldest member among them.
"Mr. Waseda will probably teach you not to fish when working."
"Really, he joined the job one day earlier than me, and then I became the most junior one."
"Isn't there another newcomer? Now someone is calling you senior." Yongchuan Jin said.
"I find this difficult." Tian Yuze sighed, "The newcomer's aura is too strong. Also, this time I am not trying to fish, I am contacting Mr. Fujino."
Tian Yuze brought up the previous page again.
Yongchuan Jin frowned. It is necessary for bosses and subordinates to contact each other alone to avoid suspicion, especially in a department of their nature.
What Tian Yuze did was against the rules.
"Ah, it's not an important thing. Mr. Fujino asked me to help my new colleague choose a more beautiful urn as his entry gift." Tian Yuze explained, "Actually, I need a consultant now."
After all, to the outside world, Officer Qian Muliang has now died in the line of duty.
He moved the chat interface up to reveal seven or eight pictures of urns sent by Mr. Fujino, including all kinds of pictures.
Nagakawa Susumu was immediately attracted: "Oh my God, there's also pink...is Mr. Fujino crazy?"
"To be honest, I like pink very much. The aesthetics of young people nowadays are very diverse." Tian Yuze interjected.
"No, the pink one is definitely not acceptable. Do you think you are giving a Barbie doll packaging box to a little girl? You have to be careful about this... In fact, you can let me choose."
"Me? But Qian Muliang is now 'killed' in the line of duty. Don't you think it's a bit scary for me to choose?"
"Few people can choose an urn for themselves. Don't deprive newcomers of this rare experience."
"But I will be buried tomorrow. According to the task progress, I will wait for the newcomer to come back and choose. The 'ashes' are all moldy."
"Yes." Yongchuan Jin stroked his chin, "Let's give advice."
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【Which one do you think is better? 】
Feeling the vibration, Qian Mu Liangchen took out his mobile phone. It was the public security liaison officer who contacted him.
Then he saw a series of pictures of urns.
Qian Mu Liangchen left a question mark.
[Well, it’s like this. You died in the line of duty after all, so you should have a proper burial ceremony. How about choosing a good-looking urn for yourself? 】
I came here specifically to ask him about this... Is there something wrong with the brain circuits of these people?
【This one. 】
Qian Mu Liangchen randomly picked a black urn that pleased his eyes and forwarded it back.
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"How about this black one?" Yongchuan Jin pointed at the screen.
"Okay, heroes see the same thing."
Tian Yuze glanced at his phone and saw that it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
"Then I will tell Mr. Fujino now." Tian Yuze said.
As if thinking of something, Yongchuan Jin raised the corner of his mouth:
"To be honest, the only one among us ghosts who has a tomb is a newcomer. Now the entry benefits are getting better and better..."
"Don't say such unfavorable words." Tian Yuze twitched the corner of his mouth, "Otherwise, I will beat you up for Mr. Fujino."
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The funeral was in the early morning.
When the sun is waning, the dew is very heavy. The darkness of the night has not yet faded away, but the sky is already bright.
At this point in time, there are destined to be no people coming to pay homage.
In fact, only three people came.
One is the pastor, solemnly reciting a eulogy; the other is the police officer Shiota Shoichi who is searching Section 4. He is wearing formal clothes and carrying a black umbrella.
There was another one... Police officer Matsuda Jinpei, who was transferred from the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Class to the First Search Class, brought two bouquets of white flowers.
"The Evil God"
When he arrived, the funeral was nearing its end.
Matsuda Jinpei knew that with the character of Officer Senki Ryo, he would definitely be disliked in a place with heavy bureaucracy like the police, but this level was too miserable.
He remembered the last time they met, Qian Muliang asked him for the recipe for bomb making.
If you are caught spreading this thing, you will be sentenced. The identity of the police will only increase the crime. The problem is that one person dares to ask, and the other person really dares to teach. Finally, Matsuda Jinpei said jokingly:
"Don't cause trouble. If you get caught, you will go to jail."
"I won't tell you, Officer Matsuda." The other party replied.
It's really impossible to confess now.
Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinpei even wanted to laugh, and he tried hard to press down his upturned lips.
"I didn't expect anyone else to come." Shiota Shoichi said.
"You have blocked the information very well. After asking around a lot, I found out that a police officer from the Fourth Investigation Section died."
Matsuda Jinpei looked at the other person who came to pay his respects, and Shiota Shoichi responded to his gaze - the police officer's gaze was dark and sharp.
He is older, has gray hair, is slightly hunched over, and has a plain face. He is easily forgotten in a crowd. But in terms of momentum, he looks like an unsheathed sword.
The pastor had left, thoughtfully leaving space for the two mourners. So it's just the two of them here.
"It's not that you can't find extras to mourn, but that's unnecessary." Shoichi Shiota said, "Qian Muliang is used to being alone. He doesn't even want to be in his office with others, so he occupied the utility room."
"No... relatives or anything like that?"
"My relatives are all here." Yantian Zhengyi pointed.
These words made Matsuda Jinpei feel a chill on his back.
His eyes are very sharp, and he can pick out the one he wants to cut from the snake-like twisted wires when dismantling bombs. Naturally, he can also quickly find the name on the piece next to the stone tablet, or in other words, there is only one last name:
Qian Muliang.
According to the specifications, it is for two people.
"I'm sorry." Matsuda Jinping said.
"This has nothing to do with you."
not my business? Matsuda Jinpei knew that the other party was right, but he couldn't help but feel a mixture of absurdity and anger.
"You don't look sad."
sad. At the mention of this word, Matsuda Jinpei finally realized something was wrong with him.
To be fair, he and Police Officer Qian Muliang had only met a few times, so they could not be considered acquaintances, they could only be said to be acquaintances. But it shouldn’t be like now, where I feel almost nothing about it.
When seeing the lives of the same kind passing away in front of them, human beings will have an instinctive feeling of grief. However, Matsuda Jinpei did not even have this instinctive feeling of grief.
He felt like he was acting in a black comedy.
"There is a limit to a person's sadness." Shoichi Shiota said, "In fact, all emotions have limits, just like puddles under the sun. Once they evaporate, they are gone.
I see you brought two bouquets of flowers, young man. "
There is a limit... Hearing this, Matsuda Jinpei finally found some sadness.
"There is also a bouquet of flowers, for my friend." Matsuda Jinpei explained softly, "On the day he was buried, many people came, friends, relatives...many, many."
But two people didn't come, which made Matsuda Jinpei feel afraid. He was afraid that they had left quietly.
"It's worthy of envy." Shiota Zhengyi said.
"In fact, after that day, I never felt a strong sense of sadness again. This is the same as what you said, senior."
Matsuda Jinpei raised his head. He didn't wear sunglasses, so the best way was to raise his head.
He saw that the gloomy sky was transitioning to brighter colors, from the very distance, to the horizon: plain blue, dark blue, light blue, dark purple, fiery orange...and then the bright red sun disk.
Morning arrived as promised.
"I know this feeling, many times."
The Yantian Police Department took something out of his arms and handed it to Matsuda Jinpei. It was an umbrella, also black, foldable.
"It's raining today." He explained.
Matsuda Jinpei held the flower in his arms with one hand and took the umbrella with the other hand:
"Thank you, Yantian Police Department, but the weather looks nice today."
"The morning glow will travel thousands of miles without going out."
After saying this, Yan Tianzheng waved his hand to Matsuda Jinpei and walked towards the exit of the cemetery. His pace was slow, as if every step was dragged by the fatigue born from his heart.
"If you don't go out for the morning glow, the morning glow today is indeed beautiful..." Matsuda Jinpei said to himself.
Matsuda thought for a while and placed the flowers in his arms in front of the grave. One bouquet in front of Officer Qian Muliang and one bouquet in front of his relatives.
Matsuda thought for a moment and took out another flower from the two bouquets. He took a few steps around, walked to Hagiwara Kenji, and squatted down.
"Sorry, Kenji, I gave your flowers to someone else, but I kept one."
There is silence, the stone tablet cannot speak.
"I will catch the bomber." Matsuda Jinpei continued.
After squatting for a few more minutes, he stood up before his legs were completely numb and his vision turned black, so Matsuda helped Hagiwara's tombstone.
At this time, he felt the coolness on his scalp, and the rain finally fell.
