In the residential area, the collapsed old house is surrounded by barricades with the pattern of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Sadako has cleared the site ahead of schedule, and the entire residential area is empty.

Sirens sounded in the distance, but they were all stopped by Sadako, and the whole of Tokyo was ghosted today, and people thought that the end was coming, and no one knew that it was just a funeral.

Wu Xingzhi carried a huge wooden load-bearing pillar with his bare hands, digging through the ruins one by one, and soon a pit several meters deep appeared in front of him, and he casually threw the load-bearing pillar aside.

"That's pretty much it."

Asami Ling was a little stunned, not because she was shocked by Wu Xingzhi's divine power, although this scene was indeed shocking, but her eyes looked to the side blankly, and her small mouth was slightly open.

The black coffin was smoothly lifted in mid-air.

The coffin is the best product in a funeral parlor that Wu Xingzhi found, of course, it doesn't matter, the important thing is -

The eight Sadako were lined up on the left and right, and the coffins were pressed against the shoulders of Sadako, forcing their heads to tilt to the side and twist into a shape that would make normal people feel creepy.

Asami swore that this was the weirdest funeral he had ever seen, and the scene in front of him could even frighten the dead in the coffin to jump up and run away in a shroud.

What's even more subtle is that inside the coffin is actually his own corpse, and he is standing here upright, watching this scene that even the imagination of a horror comic book writer can't depict.

"Want to see her one last time?" Wu Xingzhi didn't know when he was standing beside him, and his warm palm was on his shoulder.

Asami noticed that the other party was using "she".

It's as if it's not yourself who is buried, but someone else.

"No need." Asami Ling shook his head and put his little hand on the back of the other party's hand: "Mr. Wu, thank you." ”

Everything is bizarre, Mr. Wu has always acted chaotically, but Asami Ling is indeed grateful.

It's funny to say, except for Mr. Wu, who would face the rules of this city for an ordinary person like himself, disperse everyone, just bury the past and eliminate regrets?

"Needless to say, thank you, I'm also for myself." Wu Xingzhi said frankly.

Sadako walked to the pit step by step, and the lower half of Sadako's body in front slowly sank into the ground, allowing the coffin to descend smoothly, and finally fell silently into the pit.

As far as carrying the coffin is concerned, ignoring the fact that Sadako is a ghost, he can indeed be regarded as a professional coffin carrying expert.

They don't even have to charge!

"Say goodbye to her." Wu Xingzhi pulled Asami Ling to the pit: "This persistent little girl can be with her house forever and the memories of the house. ”

"Persistent little girl?" In front of Asami Rei's eyes was a cold coffin, an old mansion that had become a ruin.

She closed her eyes and saw the girl's face dripping with sweat, carrying cheap discount ingredients in her hand, pushing open the door and saying to her non-existent family, "I'm back." ”

The first thing is to go up the old, creaking stairs when you step on them, stand in front of the portraits of her parents, and tell them what happened today as if they were talking about family life, although it is still the same part-time job or class, but no one will interrupt her, she can unscrupulously complain that the boss looks at her strangely, maybe she should work in another place, or the salmon that has a discount today was grabbed by her surrounded by three Obasan.

Then she will clean up the altar, go back to her room to change into her home clothes, turn on the old TV and cook while listening to the boring variety shows.

At mealtime, she picked up the ledger and recorded the day's expenses and incomes little by little, and calculated how to get the money together before the next repayment date, and if she had enough money, she could reward herself for not having to fight with the Obasans once in a while, and if she was strapped for money, she had to cut back on her food expenses and do as little activity as possible so as not to faint from hunger.

Outside the old house, the occasional laughter of peers like silver bells, friends walking down the street in groups, talking about makeup, shopping, or gossip about love, the girl would amplify the sound of the television, kneel on the ground, and wipe the floor clean little by little with a water-soaked towel.

Such days may last for more than ten years, or they may be shorter, and when they graduate, they can find a more lucrative and stable job.

And now, the girl was lying in the cold coffin, and everything came to an abrupt end.

"You've ...... I did my best. Asami muttered.

Mr. Wu is right, whether it is obsession or regret, there are traces to follow.

As she followed the river of memories upstream, her hues slowly warming from cold to cold, the girl stood in front of the door, and a middle-aged man with a gentle expression put his hands on her shoulders.

"Ling, come back early after class, Dad doesn't have to go to the company today, he can accompany you at home."

The woman tied her apron, wiped her wet hands on the top of the apron, and poked her head out of the entrance: "Spirit, what do you want to eat at night?" ”

The girl grimaced at the middle-aged man: "I don't need you to accompany me!" ”

"You're so long-winded." She waved her hand and shouted with a grin, "I'm leaving~"

"I'm leaving." Asami Ling opened his eyes and said earnestly towards the ruins in front of him.

A pair of hands rested on Asami's shoulders, and a warm voice came from behind him: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Reality and memory coincided in an instant, and Asami's eyes blurred for a moment.

"It's already possible."

"It's all over, and there's no need to hold on anymore."

Asami Ling turned around, and through the hazy teary eyes, the expression of the person in front of him was unprecedentedly gentle, exactly the same as in his memory.

"Daddy—"

She threw herself into the other's arms, as if she was wrapped in a warm ocean, and there was nothing more beautiful in the world than at this moment.

"I know you're in a bad mood." Wu Xingzhi smiled: "But I don't have the habit of letting girls call their fathers." ”

"Especially on occasions like these."

Poof—

Asami Ling buried his head in Wu Xingzhi's chest, and was moved by Wu Xingzhi's broken work, he couldn't help laughing, and scolded: "Mr. Wu, it's not appropriate to talk about your fetishes on this occasion, right?" ”

"Where?" Wu Xingzhi was confused.

Forget it, anyway, it seems that the knot in the other party's heart should also be untied, and you don't have to worry about the details.

The soil slowly buried the coffin, and Wu Xingzhi restored everything to its original state.

There is no need to erect a monument, the old mansion is a monument to the girl, everything in her past, there is no need for an epitaph.

"Let's go, it's time to make your wish come true."

Wu Xingzhi patted the car body and said, "Dongshan will generously provide enough funds, I believe that in this city, no matter what kind of wish you want, it is enough to come true." ”

"Shall we first enjoy the luxury life of the rich, or shall we first experience the relaxed campus life that you have never been able to experience?"

Asami Ling was amused and said, "In Mr. Wu's heart, is my wish to solve it with money?" ”

"Isn't it?" Wu Xingzhi looked at her suspiciously: "You are a door-slamming girl who is willing to let me live in your house for 50,000 yen." ”

Asami Ling blushed suddenly, and gently hammered Wu Xingzhi's arm.

She looked up, her gaze passing through the steel forest.

"These things that Mr. Wu said, I can do it slowly by myself."

"Right now, I just want to go hiking."

"With Mr. Wu."

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