In the room, Tetsuya Aoyagi, Hideki Moshishi, Akira Emori, Kiyoichiro Kikukawa, Shinya Takizawa, and Aito Miyamoto are choosing a souvenir style.

The lazy-looking man at the funeral home gave them a booklet.

All of them are souvenir styles.

"May I ask a question?" Tetsu Aoyagi, who no longer had to carry the corpse, also spoke.

"Just ask." Zhuxing Xiushu flipped through the booklet and said.

"What the hell are you ...... The curator. Tetsuya Aoyagi blurred the words in the middle.

He asked how the five men of the Silver Bullet killed Director Tsukawa.

He didn't see it when it was dark, so it didn't matter.

When the man took the body just now, he saw that something was wrong.

There were no gunshot wounds on the body and there were no traces of blood.

There were no wounds at all, and it could even be said that he died quite peacefully.

But if the guns in their hands are fake, how did Director Tsugawa die?

"You ask this...... You have to ask Miyamoto about this. Hideki continued to look at the booklet and said.

Tetsuya Aoyagi then set his sights on the white-haired boy holding a doll bear and wearing sunglasses.

He sat quietly, even looking a little unreal.

"Ask me?" The boy seemed to have come back to his senses at the moment, moved, and smiled well-behaved.

"I don't know, he seems to have died so easily." He said softly with a smile in his voice.

He had never killed anyone with an anesthetic needle, nor had he killed anyone with poison.

Those who died in his hands were either killed by the bullets of the sniper rifle and most of their bodies were shattered, or they died in the explosion and the fire, and all that was left was stump and char.

"Easy?" Tetsuya Aoyagi's eyes were a little frightened.

"The gun is not only loaded with bullets, we used a tranquilizer gun, and he died, probably because he had been shot six times." The white-haired boy said.

"After all, two or three stitches can bring down an elephant, and six stitches are enough to bring down two elephants, so it's strange not to die." Zhuxing Xiushu said.

"You ...... It's dangerous. Aoyagi was a little speechless, but in the end he could only say this sentence.

He is now an accomplice, helping them dispose of the body, and besides, he is the only adult, and he said that he didn't do anything, and he was killed by five elementary school students, does anyone believe it?

There was the big news he wanted tonight, but he didn't dare to post it at all, he didn't think about it, and he didn't even dare to take a photo, for fear of leaving hidden dangers.

"We're silver bullets, and bullets are dangerous goods." Jiang Shouhuang said with a smile.

"No one would want to drink from a cup mixed with ashes, right? Potted ashes are no different, the kind that can be worn on the body in the end, a ring or a necklace? Hideki asked for the opinions of the others.

"We wear communicators, only rings or bracelets." Takizawa Shin also took out the communicator he was wearing around his neck.

"I prefer a little bit of a ring, it's on my thumb, it's handsome." Jiang Shouhuang said.

His grandfather wore a ring on his thumb, and the ring on his thumb meant power.

"Shall we make a ring by ourselves?" Hideki Zhuxing asked.

"Yes." Takizawa Shinya replied.

"No problem." Jiang Shouhuang nodded.

"I'm fine." Kikukawa Seiichiro also said.

The four of them seemed to have left the shadow of murder behind them and became relaxed again.

Because for them, it's over.

People died, and bodies were disposed of.

No one will find them.

"If only everybody liked it." Aitto said with a big smile.

"Then the ring." Hideki nodded and said to the sleepy man behind the desk.

"Ring, 100 grams of ashes can make a one-carat cremation diamond, and the corpse just now can have about 1,500 grams of ashes, what kind of diamond do you want?" The man tapped on the computer's keyboard and yawned lazily.

"Make six rings on your thumb, two carats, silver rings, diamonds on the ring." Hideki raised the booklet in his hand.

"Like this one, you want blue diamonds too." Pointing to one of the pages, he said.

"Six two-carat rough diamonds cost a total of $660,000, plus cutting and other production costs, a total of $800,000, how to pay?" The man nodded, and without saying much, began to tap on the keyboard, and then said to them.

"Eight hundred thousand?? Dollars? Jiang Shouhuang was stunned.

He can do get it out at home, but he hasn't reached the point where he can casually take out $800,000.

100 million yen.

If it's 1 million or even 10 million yen, they still have their pocket money.

If you have more, you won't be able to.

They are still elementary school students who live on the pocket money given by their families.

"Give." Aitto handed the man a card.

"Call my brother, smile at me again, and give you a discount." The man took the card and looked at it, then suddenly touched Aitto's head and smiled in a mocking tone.

"Please give us a discount, brother." The white-haired young man did not refuse the other party's action of touching his head, but said with a bright smile.

"What a cute kid, there's no way to do it, okay, I'll give you a discount." The man couldn't help but pat the young man's head.

I didn't swipe the card, but returned the card directly to Aito.

"Straight for free?" The four of them were dumbfounded.

First of all, Miyamoto said that if he was coquettish, he would be coquettish, and his unprincipled behavior made them feel guilty, if they could come up with the money, Miyamoto would not have to do this.

But when they saw that the other party casually waived the bill of $800,000, the four of them were stunned.

In fact, a coquette, 800,000 US dollars, does not seem to be a loss.

"Is this the importance of looking good?" Jiang Shouhuang touched the meat on his stomach and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's good to see him to this extent, but it's not good to be good-looking." The man smiled and said nonchalantly.

"You know each other." Hideki Zhuxing's tone was affirmative.

When a normal funeral home sees them coming with the body on their shoulders, how can they ask for some information and fill out some forms.

But the man didn't ask anything from the beginning.

"As I said before, it's my family's business." Aitto said as a matter of course.

His card is the card of the organization, a card that only members of the organization can have, and the other party understands his identity after seeing it, so he will naturally give it to him for free.

The use of the organization's devices is free for members of the organization.

Everyone is a family.

This is what Kabadus's brother told him that when he returned to Japan, he would come here if he wanted to dispose of corpses or make souvenirs.

"I see." Hideki nodded his head.

In his opinion, this is normal.

In their own property, even if the owner kills someone, the people below will only want to help hide it, and even some people will take the initiative to take the blame, and even someone will take the initiative to do it for the owner.

So it was not surprising that the other party saw that Miyamoto was with them, as well as the corpse, and didn't ask anything.

And Aitto had already run up to the man to talk to him.

It's still a whispered chat.

"What's my brother's name?" Aitto looked at his newfound family member with anticipation.

"You can ...... Call me Suze," the man smiled and stroked the boy's head.

There is actually a special handsomeness on the ordinary face.

"Brother Suz, just call me Aito." Aitto smiled brightly.

New family members added!

The new brother is the same as Aunt Belmode, with a mask on his face.

"I see." The man who identified himself as Suzi nodded.

"It takes a certain amount of time to make it, so you can go back first and let him bring it to you in a few days." Then he spoke to the others in a calm tone.

The attitude towards others is full of alienation, which contrasts sharply with the attitude towards Aitto.