boyutpedia Chapter 47 Chapter 47
Chapter 47 Chapter 47
Okuda's mother was waiting outside Fucho's door early in the morning. She was well dressed, and her haggard face remained the same as always in the meek and pitiful resigned look.
This visit was the last time, and it was also the day before Okuda and his companions were moved to another prison in accordance with the judgment. After that, even Okuda's mother could not know where he was.
This day is always special. Uncharacteristically, Okuda asked the weeping old woman very seriously and focusedly.
"Mom, do you know what I was thinking when the verdict came down?"
She was so choked up that she couldn't speak a word.
"Why are you so poor, have no status, and don't get respect. It was the same when you were in middle school. You were working on a construction site. When the parents' meeting was held, I suddenly bowed down."
Hearing this, she let out a mournful cry like a lone bird in her throat, and said tremblingly: "I'm sorry, Mom is sorry for you, if I..."
"I've always wanted to tell you myself," he couldn't help shaking his head, "I'm very satisfied in this aspect, I should be my mother's child."
Shaking him to lower his head, his voice was not so calm anymore.
"If this society can give more respect to you and people like you who work hard but don't earn money, I will do anything. I'm sorry, I didn't succeed at this point, and I made you worry about me."
As he said that, Okuda quickly raised his head and glanced at Fuzuo. This urgent and embarrassing look has the sadness and weakness that only belong to young children.
Fucho then asked the guards to help Aotian's mother, who had almost fainted from crying, out.
Turning his head, he saw that Okuda had almost returned to normal, and even smiled.
"Can you laugh?"
"We've all been ideal fighters, haven't we all tried our best, what can we do...it will be fine."
"You're facing 15 years in prison."
"Well, I'm still young. The whole world is full of young people, so why not be optimistic."
He was very different from the revolutionary Fu Zou had known when he was a prosecutor.
He escaped from prison and successfully launched a movement that ignited revolutions across the country, but he said it couldn't get better, and Okuda said it would be fine.
"I still have to thank you, otherwise I would be sentenced to 50 to [-] years or even no term. Even if I win the lawsuit, I will die suddenly without reason. I don't regret my death, but my mother—"
He suddenly stopped talking, and his thoughts jumped to an unknown place. His concentration just now was like smoke and could not be condensed, and scattered. He hummed intermittently and carelessly. This time Fuchao heard the latter words.
"Nomoreprayers, nomorerefears, Nothingleft, whygoon..."
The cherry blossoms along the streets of the detention center have already fallen, and this is the last one in the whole city.
However, the light was not less harsh, and just as Fu Chou stepped out of the door, he had to squint his fragile eyes and almost lost his vision for a few seconds.
The family members who came to visit moved out slowly and feebly, silent and slow like zombies.
Fuchou's eyes barely adjusted, and looking out along the wall, he occasionally saw the tall figure of an extremely abrupt young woman. Her red skirt was jumping among the lifeless crowd. wandering between.
Fuchou didn't see her face, but felt that he knew her, so he couldn't help but followed her from a distance.
In front of a shop that was being painted, there were spots of red paint all over the floor. She gave way to the workers, and while waiting, she looked around boredly and looked at Fu Zou.
From a distance, Fuchou could only see the outline, but even with poor eyesight, he would not mistake that familiar face——
That's Meihui.
Fuchao didn't have the courage to go forward, and when he came back to his senses, the person had disappeared. He hoped that it was his insanity just now, and there was really no other possibility.
It was some distance away from the longevity shop that he planned to go to. As he walked, he called police officer Goto to ask about the progress of the case. Goto replied that the case had been handed over to the special task force. clue.
"I know we are very incompetent at present. The traces of the deceased's past life and interpersonal relationships cannot be investigated. The unfamiliar place of life and the extremely small circle of friends are all great obstacles to the case."
"How did that kid know he lost the book?"
"You mean Conan? He may have read our entry registration information."
"He also knows the origin and value of that book."
"Because his temporary guardian is a detective, and his father is also very well-connected, he can get news between the worlds in advance. Of course, it's just some basic news. Even the special case team can't do anything about it."
"Who leads the task force?"
"I met you the other day, King Qing."
Fuchao stopped, and the sun rose higher and higher. He hid in the shade of a tree and settled down, then called Zongxiang for inquiries.
Since he took the initiative to contact, he would inevitably be ridiculed by him at first. Later, he learned that Fu Zou was to understand Youjing's case, so he told them one by one in a serious tone, and prepared to fax the relevant information.
At the end, Zongxiang asked: "Why are you suddenly concerned about the progress of the case?"
No reply, hung up.
Fu Chou continued to go to the longevity shop.
He felt that whether he saw a phantom or a woman with a similar appearance, it was some kind of revelation.
However, the lawsuit is now over, and You Jing will be buried in the near future. The unfinished business may lie in You Jing's unexplained death.
There is a fax machine in the store, and Fucho sent the fax number to Munakata to look at the coffin.
He thought he had no right to destroy Ukyo's body, so he didn't consider the urn.
But even if a clerk introduced the material, design, and price of the coffin from the side, Fuchou couldn't tell what it was. He wanted to cater to You Jing's preferences before his death, but he really didn't know anything about it.After looking at all kinds of things, I became more and more confused, and I really wanted to just pick one and leave.
The clerk brought the faxed documents, and Fuchao went alone to a simple birthday material in the corner, put the documents on it, and looked through them carefully one by one.
Although there are many, it is pure nonsense. It is worth noting that the result of the knife wound appraisal shows that the murderer is more likely to be a man; there is no trace of forced entry at the crime scene, and it is suspected that an acquaintance committed the crime.
The content of the last text message that Youjing did not send was: I will definitely not break the contract in the future...
If it is the same, it is the same as the text message left by the protagonist of Mei Hui's novel, and the text message she sent to Fu before she died.
As he adjusted the paper on the coffin lid, Fu Chou suddenly heard a small sound, like the tide of another world, or like wind entering the airtight cavity, coming from under his hands.
The ear was attached to the coffin, yes, there was the sound of the creature's breathing coming from inside.
Hands with slightly sweaty palms smoothly pushed open the coffin lid, and Kurapika was inside.
The blond hair of the boy in the orange and blue robes was scattered on the pure white pillow, and Fufu stared into his colorless eyes, somehow, without doubting his authenticity at all.
"You are here, Katya, nothing has changed."
The young man opened his eyes, revealing those dreamy eyes that were as blue as spring trees, clear and rippling.
A hundred years ago, our family was discriminated against because of our flaming eyes and chose to hide from the world and find another home. We have not changed. A hundred years later, the world has changed so quickly. "He said, 'There is no forgiveness for the haters, no redemption for the survivors.No, but it's gone, nothing never fades, it all happened too fast and it was too short.You realized it in front of Ukyo's dead body, didn't you?So you don't care so much if you lose the case.In the fleeting moment and the impermanent fate, what is really worth caring about, you can't figure out more and more.
"Big waves? No, fate may be a sea, and it's a bit difficult for helpless people. That's all. It's up to you what kind of waves you make." Fuchou said, "It's just what each person is born with. Fish can't help themselves, they are already doomed."
Fortunately, fortunately, our memory is poor, our memory is great, and we are born short. "He stood up and said with a smile," the longer life is, the more unpredictable things will be, and the greater the chance of messing up, that is the destructive desire that resides in the deep instinct of our species.I want to avoid bad things, but I can't help messing up, it's a bit ridiculous, but you see, there are not one or two human beings who hope that all human beings will be destroyed. Many people have wondered whether our lives are too much compared to other species. Easy, survival is too taken for granted?But we almost agree with one fact: human beings will eventually go extinct.We're probably the only species that knows we're not going to survive, but doesn't care about it, it's too early!Taking it for granted, I still live according to the rules, because this limited life is everyone's eternity.Life is a good thing, people think so, and of course those who think so live.The attitude of the living towards the dead is, to some extent, our own hope for life.I used to try in vain to restore the passing of the dead, even though people died every moment of every day, I still just looked at the coffin in front of me.You are just a living person whose vocal cords can still vibrate, pitying those who have completed the journey of life and rest at the end.If they are willing to look back and give alms to the world, wouldn't they sympathize with us?Maybe death is a rare good thing.The life state of the dead has never been seen by the living, so it cannot be verified, and people don't really care.The reasons for wishing for the resurrection of the dead can generally be attributed to selfishness, arrogance and ignorance.People grieve over their own loss, and want the dead to come back to life, so that they can continue to accompany them, but after death, the dead are no longer living people. Maybe they look forward to the day when they will naturally break away from the relationship?Another rare case is ignorance.Do not understand or accept this loss, instinctively resist death.Furthermore, it is believed that the dead wish and would like to live, but the basis of judgment is that we ourselves are alive.Some people will say that the deceased showed a strong desire to live before death, but that may be because he is used to living, fearing the unknown and nostalgic for the world, maybe he fell in love with this state immediately after death is still unknown, maybe the dead have a way Resurrection, but no Ken's.Maybe you will retort that when you die, you have nothing, you don't exist in any state, that's more perfect.For harmony to be perfect, it must be finite and fleeting - who is saying that?It seemed that Katya's words got mixed up with his thinking.
"Oh, I shouldn't have come, I'm disturbed by both here and you."
The voice came from a strange woman, who was almost lying on the coffin, and saw the red skirt in the blink of an eye.
She accepted Fu Fu's attention frankly, picked out a pendant from the bag she was carrying and handed it over, the corners of her lips slightly curled up: "Is it yours?"
Only when Fufu touched the familiar cool touch can he confirm that she is a real person.
Looking closely, she is taller than Meihui, her facial features are more delicate, she can be regarded as beautiful, but her behavior is frivolous, and she does not look alike.
"Don't thank me?"
"How do you know it's mine?"
"You're welcome, my name is Jeanne."
She narrowed her eyes and pressed her hand casually on the bag.
"I still have what you want."
After saying that, Jeanna twisted her waist and walked towards the empty tea room. Fufu closed the empty coffin, and after following in, she closed the door behind her back, turned her toes, put her hand on his shoulder, and moved her mouth closer. He thought he had something to say, but seeing Something was wrong, and he pushed her away.
"Well, I was wrong."
She confessed her mistake, but she was angry and dissatisfied but directed at Fu Fu.
"Go back and stare at your friend who pretends to be a ghost in the coffin!"
Fu Cho was startled: "What friend?"
"Who knows, blonde."