The big male police officer who led Takeshita Kusaoji to Nanno Shuichi was very excited on the one hand, after all, he was able to see the big man admired by the people at zero distance, and on the other hand, he was repeatedly reminded to be fully mentally and psychologically prepared, after all, this deformed corpse lying on the ground mixed with a lot of brains and blood would make most people feel very terrifying. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For this reason, Takeshita Kusaoke, who did not create a sense of fear in his heart at all, was a person who had already died once. What's more, the former owner of his body was already a dead man. In other words, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is driving a dead corpse with the power of his soul.

When I stopped at the current Takeshita grass mustard and saw that the white cloth had covered my whole body, and some blood had seeped out from it, the sadness in my heart became more and more intense. I know very well that the person covered under the white cloth is Shuichi Minamino. He was completely able to distinguish that one side was the head and the other side was the foot, so he squatted down directly, and lifted the corner of the white cloth covering the head of his only disciple in the room with his own hands.

Not frightened by Shuichi Minamino's terrifying face, he stepped back, so he sat directly on the ground with his butt on Takeshita Kusaoke, but on the contrary, he moved his steps forward. He took the initiative to stretch out his right hand to personally pluck and straighten the hair scattered on the other person's face. Even if his hands were stained with dark purple blood and crimson brains, he didn't care at all.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who lost Shuichi Minamino, can be said to have reached the peak of grief in his heart. I have put my heart and soul into carefully cultivating this child who has extraordinary literary talents and talents, but has been ridiculed, insulted, and bullied. Just when he saw that Nagano Xiuyi was showing his head in the Japanese literary world like the rising sun, he was very happy for the other party. However, all this is like a nightmare, from the beginning it is always full of beauty and hope, and after a short time, it turns into pain and despair in the blink of an eye.

The big policeman standing next to him, as well as his colleagues, saw that Takeshita was so calm and not afraid, and they couldn't help but admire him more and more in their hearts, and naturally thought of the great American writer, Nobel Prize winner in literature, tough guy Hemingway. After all, even if they have seen a lot of such a scene, they still can't help but have more or less palpitations, rather than the other party's calm face.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who had tidied up his hair for Shuichi Minamino, had his hands stained with his disciple's blood and brains. Standing up slowly, while controlling the grief in his heart to the greatest extent, he solemnly looked at the big police officer who accompanied him, and said coldly: "Have you notified the funeral home?" It's been so long, and you still let the dead lie here, what kind of body have you become? That's what you're doing with our taxpayers' money. ”

The big police officer who was directly dumbfounded by his questioning didn't know what to do next, and several colleagues near him quickly turned their eyes to other aspects, or turned their bodies a little. They who pretend not to hear it, of course, are not afraid of ordinary people, but afraid of people like Takeshita Kusaoke.

If he writes an article about it and publishes it, he promises to let them have a good drink at the Metropolitan Police Department. At that time, there will inevitably be a special person from the Metropolitan Police Department who will come out to bow, apologize, explain, and find out how many people are carrying the black pot, so that the situation can be calmed down as soon as possible. Of course, these unlucky ones will definitely be looking for one of them. As for the ending, it is nothing more than expulsion, demotion, warning.

The big police officer who is as worried as an ant on a hot pot is not afraid of anything, but is afraid of being fired as a scapegoat for the Metropolitan Police Department, and there is no place to shout even if he is wronged, and he will even be mistaken by the people for personal fault. What's more, in the current economic downturn, it is difficult to find a job, and it is even more difficult to find a decent job. Living in a city like Tokyo with a high cost of living is not an easy task. It doesn't matter if you're suffering some grievances at the moment. Dealing with it in silence, he was worried that he would lose too much talk, and he had only one thought of keeping his job.

The deputy superintendent of the Metropolitan Police Department was accompanied by several escorts who happened to walk up to Takeshita Kusaoji, and cautiously spoke on behalf of the Metropolitan Police Department: "I can fully understand your feelings about the loss of your beloved disciple. Please mourn. As for the funeral home, we have already notified it, and the relevant practitioners are already on the way. ”

After listening, without saying a word, Takeshita Kusaoke, who squatted down again, put his right palm on the side of Nanno Shuichi's face, and smiled: "Shuichi, you are a good boy." It's also a great honor for the teacher to be able to take you as an apprentice. On the way to heaven, you will not feel alone, after all, there will be angels to guide you. After saying that, he personally covered him with the white cloth. He waited quietly in place, and no one dared to step forward to drive him away. It wasn't until an undertaker arrived that he got up again.

At this time, Nanno Kaho, who was supported by Kitagawa Kako and came downstairs, was already crying into tears. When she arrived in front of Takeshita Grass Mustard, she repeated several times like Xianglin's sister-in-law: "Today, after Xiuyi went home, she kept saying that she was too tired. Let me go and make him an omelet rice. After eating, he said that my omelet rice cooking skills have the taste of my mother. Then he went to take a shower. Then he walked to the windowsill...... "She couldn't say any more, she covered her face with her hands, and cried incessantly, and tears flowed out between her fingers.

"Xiuyi, did you leave a suicide note?" A pair of eyes were still staring at Takeshita Kusaoke, who was still staring at the direction of Shuichi Minamino's corpse, and blurted out.

"Nope. Shuichi didn't leave a word. Kitagawa Kako, who had already asked Kaho Minamino, had already asked Kaho Minamino, and the other party who was in pain was in great pain.

Suddenly raised his head to look up at the sky, a smile of intriguing appeared on his face, and he said: "It is best to commit suicide without a suicide note." Death without words is infinite life. Death is the highest art, and death is life. ”

Hearing him say these two words, Kitagawa Kako, was immediately frightened and bloodless, and involuntarily shuddered. What she fears most is that Takeshita Kusaoji will also choose to end her life by suicide, after all, her man is also a writer, and he is still a national writer who won the Nobel Prize for Literature. When the time comes, what should I do? And how to face it? …… (To be continued.) )