Chapter 187: Deadly Tsundere
A week later, the Metropolitan Police held a memorial service.
Police officers who died in the line of duty will be buried in the cemetery. The police awarded medals of honor to the deceased, paid pensions to their families, and contracted the funerals of high-ranking police officers who died in the line of duty.
The sky was gray and there were large and small puddles on the road. The police officers participating in the memorial service all wore black and white formal suits with white chrysanthemums pinned to their collars. The reception staff stood at the fence gate of the cemetery and presented the incense. Kinoshita Shohito spoke as a representative and addressed everyone.
Most of the family members of the deceased have already held funerals, and now only the ashes are left, ready to be placed in the ossuary. Wearing a black dress, Yuan Yuzi stood in the crowd and looked up to see the ashes niches arranged neatly.
The entire memorial service was not as solemn as expected. After everyone sent the flowers, they gathered together to smoke and chat for three to five minutes before leaving.
In less than an hour, the memorial service was over. The guests left in twos and threes, and when they passed Yuan Yuzi, they would take a second look at her. Director Senmu advised her to go back and rest, but she insisted on staying, so Director Senmu could not say anything more.
After everyone had left, Yuan Yuzi stood alone in the cemetery. She turned her head and looked at the row of tombstones, feeling that there was an empty space in her heart.
Grandpa couldn't even be properly buried and worshiped, and his bones were eaten by insects and ants... Is it really right for her to do this?
She recalled instructor Bai Tian's teachings: If you ignore the law because of personal feelings, how can you be fair? Without justice, how can there be justice?
Those who hold the sword are invincible, but they may become a sacrifice for sharpening the sword at any time.
Just like now.
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Wearing a suit and a wide-brimmed hat, Kazama Takusai stood outside the cemetery and looked at Minamoto Tamako's back through the railings.
He was holding a chrysanthemum in his right hand, and the sleeve of his left arm was empty and swaying in the wind.
"Aren't you going to comfort her?" Kazama Takusai turned around and looked behind him.
Next to the street tree, Fushimi Shika was sitting in a wheelchair. He finally remembered what he had forgotten, and then came to attend the memorial service.
"I won't coax you. Do you want me to wipe your ass for the good things you did?" Fushimi Shika squinted. He never misses any opportunity to add insult to injury: "Even if she cries to death and hangs herself because she can't think of it, it's still your fault." . If you do something wrong, how can you let others explain it to you? ”
It was rare that Kazama Takusai did not refute, nor did he use his police title to suppress Mianlu. He sighed deeply, as if he wanted to exhale the pent-up energy in his chest, but it didn't help. He could only take out the cigarette case with one hand, smoked a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath into his lungs, which made him feel a little better. .
"Well, it's my fault."
Kazama Takusai nodded: "As long as it can make her feel better, I can die... If Qianji dies, someone should atone for her sins."
"Then you just go and die." Fushimi Shika said.
Kazama Takusai turned around and left. Fushimi Shika quickly stretched out his hand to grab him, and the wheelchair followed him like a train: "Are you crazy? I was just kidding! Wouldn't she be more sad if you died? You Why do you think she made such a big sacrifice?”
"I'm just her senior, there's no need for her to hide the truth for me..."
"Fart! What kind of senior is not senior? Stop patting yourself on the back. Is it possible that in her heart, the status of senior is more important than grandpa?" Fushimi Shika wanted to kick him, but unfortunately he was hit on the leg. The cast was on, and his left hand was hanging on his shoulder, so he couldn't exert any strength at all.
"What's that for?" Kazama Takusai stopped and asked with red eyes.
"Because you are still alive."
Fushimi Shika paused and said: "The dead are dead and irretrievable; the living are still alive and have a future... It's that simple."
Kazama Takusai choked for words. He looked at Minamoto Tamoko again, and suddenly felt that what Fushimi Shika did was particularly cruel.
"Stop pretending to be serious, like a bastard." Fushimi Shika took out a few pieces of yellowed straw paper from under the cushion and handed it over: "Here, take it and give it to Minamoto Tamako, it will make her regain her senses." Cheer up.”
"What is this?" Kazama Takusai took the paper.
"Her grandfather's diary, I finally got it from Yui Kujo...ah, I dug it out from her hometown." Fushimi Lu warned: "You know what you're going to say later, right? ”
Kazama Takusai glanced at ten lines, and after reading the contents on the paper, he immediately understood it. He said 'hmm', hesitated for a moment, held his hat with one hand, and hurried into the cemetery.
Fushimi Shika looked at the backs of the two of them, and saw Kazama Takusai taking the initiative to talk to them. The two were facing each other, and the atmosphere was particularly solemn. He handed the stack of paper to Minamoto Tamako, who learned that it was her grandfather's relic and took it with trembling hands.
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Cloudy on March 7
The dog is here again.
Furuya-san, who lives next door, gave me an idea. Just spray some pesticide on the flowers and plants to poison the vicious dog.
In this way, even if someone pursues it later, I will understand: What is wrong with spraying pesticides on your own flowers and plants? It’s not that the poison was deliberately poisoned, it’s just that the dog owner didn’t take good care of it.
But I know in my heart that the purpose of spraying pesticides is to kill dogs.
Just forget it.
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Light rain on March 11
The peony that grew best died.
Two days ago, I showed it off to Furuya-san, and he complimented me on my skill in growing flowers. It's really a twist of fate that before the flowering period has passed, it passed away forever. Furuwu-san persuaded me again. He said that flowers and plants are life, and dogs also have a life. It is only natural that one life is exchanged for another. I thought it made sense, but I didn’t think it was right, so I didn’t spray pesticides.
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Light rain on March 19
The dog bit my granddaughter and I can't leave it alone. I was so angry that I killed a few stray dogs together to relieve my anger.
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Light rain on March 31
That dog is not a stray, it has an owner.
The dog owner is a child. She is posting signs looking for the dog everywhere and is quite anxious. Furuya-san gloated about the misfortune, saying that the dog owner deserved it. I regretted a little, feeling that I was too impulsive yesterday, but I also felt aggrieved if I didn’t kill the dog. I didn’t know whether I should reveal the truth to the dog’s owner. I was in a dilemma.
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Sunny on April 1
I figured it out, the lives of plants and trees cannot be exchanged for the lives of pigs and dogs. Life is divided into high and low, and human life comes first, so those dogs deserve to die. I didn't do anything wrong. If you continue to hide it, you will feel guilty. So, I went to the dog owner and told the truth.
The dog owner was very sad. She asked me, flowers and plants are life, and so is the dog’s life. Why are my flowers and plants more valuable than her dog’s life? I said that flowers and plants are not as valuable as dog lives, but human lives are more valuable than dog lives. Those dogs are dangerous, so they deserve to die. Perhaps she was angry and asked, why is human life more valuable than dog life? Who sets the standards? If you kill dogs at will today, won’t you kill people at will tomorrow?
I couldn't answer a word. I could only say that she was being messy. She held a grudge against me, but her parents apologized to me instead.
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Cloudy on April 3
Furuya-san came to me for a drink and told me not to worry about this matter anymore.
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Light rain on April 7
My granddaughter quarreled with me.
She saw me burying the dog's body secretly and knew that the owner was looking for the dog, but she pretended not to know and asked me why I was upset recently. I couldn't tell her about the dog killing, but she was stubborn and wanted to get to the bottom of it, so I changed my explanation: 'I destroyed other people's beloved things for the sake of justice, so I feel uneasy.'
The granddaughter said: 'It's okay. If you do something good, others will thank you. ’ I said, ‘If everyone is gone, who will thank you? If no one sees it, wouldn't it be a waste of good deeds? ’
The granddaughter said: 'How does it make sense that as long as no one sees it, you can do bad things? ’
I felt a little relieved and touched her head.
Unexpectedly, my granddaughter threw away my hand and blamed me for not telling her the truth. She also said: 'Kill to pay for life and debt to pay for money. It is natural and right. Who dares to be unhappy? ’
These words were too harsh and I couldn't indulge her, so I said, 'What if I kill someone? ’ The granddaughter was startled and couldn’t answer.
She was a little confused, but I had an answer in my mind.
There are too many things in the world that are unclear. I could have poisoned the dog and condemned the dog owner on the basis of morality and law; I could also have not told the dog owner the truth and let her keep chasing her dog... But it is precisely because there are too many things in the world that are broken. It’s unclear. It’s precisely because people’s hearts always have a dark side that they should be more tolerant and upright.
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April 8
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Unfortunately, the dog owner moved away. I didn't get a chance to apologize again.
My granddaughter is still angry with me. She doesn’t like being kept in the dark and always pursues the truth too much. I was worried that she would suffer a loss in the future, but I didn’t know how to advise her, so I could only tell her over and over again:
——Be brave enough to believe in the one you love, even if you are bruised and bruised.
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The wind blows through the treetops, the pages rustle, and the wild flowers beside the grave sway in the wind. Death always gives birth to new life.
Yuan Yuzi's dark eyes lit up again. Her nasal cavity was sore, but she couldn't cry. That light burst out from the bottom of her heart and dispelled the fog in front of her eyes.
She wiped away her tears with some relief and sat down beside the wordless tombstone.
Kazama Takusai patted her shoulder, turned and left.
Fushimi Shika was waiting at the entrance of the cemetery. When he saw him coming out, he pulled out another pile of letter paper from under the wheelchair seat: "No, this is for you, Chiki's suicide note."
"I don't need it." Kazama Takusai said.
"Keep it," Fushimi Shika forced the stack of paper into his pocket: "One day you can't hold it anymore, take it out and look at it again."
"Can't you be more tactful?" Kazama Takusai said with a bitter smile: "Even if you lie to me, it will be just like you lied to Yuan Tamako."
"I'm warning you, don't slander me. When did I lie to her?" Fushimi Shika was very unhappy, so he wasted no time and his good intentions were not rewarded.
Kazama Takusai refused to argue with him, took out the stack of 'suicide notes', lit it with a lighter, and let it turn into a pile of embers in the wind.
"Let me ask you a question," he stared at the firelight and said suddenly: "If a tram is coming, two children are lying on the track, an old man is standing on the switch, and there is a wrench in front of you, what would you choose... ”
"Of course it's wrenching," Fushimi Shika said with a look of fool: "Have you never learned arithmetic in elementary school? Let me help you learn some science. In fact, two is better than one."
"Wouldn't that make him a murderer?" Kazama Takusai asked.
"What's going on?" Fushimi Lu asked.
At this time, Kazama Takusai had nothing to say, and he felt that he should not ask this question. After a moment of silence, he was still a little unwilling and said: "What if the old man's family comes to hold you accountable? Won't your conscience be tortured?"
"What kind of idiot question are you asking?"
Fushimi Shika was too lazy to answer, so he changed the topic and said: "If you really have a guilty conscience, just find a way to make it up to Minamoto Tamako... She has been worried about her lack of ability recently and was not able to help much on the train, so she is very self-conscious. Responsibility. You have nothing to do anyway, so you might as well teach her how to shoot.”
"Can Chief Kujo help her find a better teacher?" Kazama Takusai was not confident.
"Ha! It would be great if Yui Kujo didn't let her resign. It's impossible for someone to teach her actual marksmanship. You have to be considerate of a mother's heart."
After Fushimi Shika finished speaking, he pushed the wheelchair with one hand and planned to go back to the hospital to rest.
He did everything he needed to do, and the strange feeling of 'forgetting something' finally disappeared.
Before Fushimi Shika could push it very far, the wheelchair started to move on its own. He turned around and saw Kazama Takusai helping hold the handle and pushing him forward.
"Hey, isn't this the Kazama Police Department? Why did you personally push the wheelchair for me?" Fushimi Shikama let go of his hand and leaned on the back of the chair.
Kazama Takusai did not answer, he sent Fushimi Lu back to the hospital together.
Before leaving, he stood at the door of the hospital, turned around and said, "You'd better change this bad habit."
"What's wrong with me?" Fushimi Shika asked, squinting as he lay on the hospital bed.
"It's disgusting for men to be arrogant." Kazama Takusai said.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fushimi Shika frowned.
"Didn't you just say you wouldn't coax me? Didn't you say you wouldn't wipe my butt?" Kazama Takusai didn't wait for him to scold, and continued: "I'm very grateful to you, thank you. If you need anything, just call me and tell me. , farewell.”
After saying that, he left the ward and closed the door.
Fushimi Shika was so angry that his teeth were itching. The little angel appeared at the right time and comforted him and said: "You have done a good thing, don't care what other people think." The demon Kawai snickered and taunted: "Damn tsundere! Die!" Arrogant! The more you don’t admit it, the more arrogant you look!”
The little angel finally rose up and hit Kawai's head hard with the aperture. Kawai was furious and raised his fork to fight back, and the two villains started fighting.
Fushimi Shika was so upset that he simply closed his eyes and planned to take a nap before talking.
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Kazama Takusai left the hospital and took the tram home. On the way, there were enthusiastic young people who offered their seats to the disabled. He ignored the other party, got off the car, lit another cigarette, walked to the apartment building, stood in front of his door, took out his key and opened the door.
The living room was empty and not popular at all.
He closed the door, pressed the phone, and played the voice message. The Metropolitan Police Department called him with a dismissal notice, and several of his close colleagues invited him to dinner. Watanabe Shun even said that he lived downstairs and that the boss was welcome to come to him for a drink and complain at any time...
There was a beep and the voicemail was empty.
Kazama Takusai held a cigarette in his mouth, walked through the living room and walked to the balcony. He subconsciously put his hand on the railing, and suddenly remembered the rust stain, and couldn't help but shake the railing hard.
Not moving at all.
He bent down and found that the rust had been brushed away at some point.
A dog barked next door and a child laughed downstairs. Kazama Takusai gritted his teeth and sobbed softly.
(End of chapter)