Ke Xue mourner

Chapter 30 Toru Amuro: Stop playing with me...

"Ah?" Suzuki Sonoko was stunned, "I forgot about it..."

Toru Amuro: "..."

"No, I have to get off the bus." Suzuki Sonoko couldn't sit still when he thought of Hanyu Kiyosuke and Umezawa Masami taking a taxi, and couldn't help but wonder what the two of them would say.

No, it was Hanyu Seiyasu who unilaterally said to Umezawa Masami.

A beauty like Umezawa Masami, although she can't speak...but that's what makes people even more unbearable!
She was pitiful, soft and weak, anyway, Suzuki Sonoko felt that she would definitely not be able to bear it.

Damn it, Hanyu Qing'an is going to turn into a beast!
"But...they have already taken a taxi and left...just when you asked me a question." Toru Amuro reminded with a smile.

"Huh?" Suzuki Sonoko was stunned again, muttering, "Is that guy moving so fast? He was so dawdling before going out."

Amuro shook his head and started the car.

Now that the matter has come to an end, Suzuki Sonoko has calmed down and fastened her seat belt obediently. She suddenly thought of what happened that night and asked:
"By the way, Mr. Amuro."

"What's wrong?" Amuro said heartily, it should be something else.

"Hanyu...how old is he?"

"25 years old." Amuro smiled and glanced at Suzuki Sonoko from the corner of his eye. The latter's face was full of the peculiar tangle of a little girl.

He folded his arms, bit his lower lip lightly, frowned slightly, and stared out of the window in a daze.

"!!!" Suzuki Sonoko suddenly looked smug, relieved, and then gritted his teeth, "I'll just say, he really lied to me."

Eight years older than me... Coincidentally, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help thinking that the age difference between her parents was also eight years old.

"What? The president lied to you with a fake age?" Toru Amuro was a little amused, "The president's driver's license is in the storage box in front of you, you can take it out and see."

Suzuki Sonoko's eyes flashed, and he went to look up the driver's license with great interest, and said casually: "That is to say, that guy is too much, he lied to me that he was 29 years old, and made me worry for several days... Ah, Nothing, nothing."

Suzuki Sonoko, who realized that she had said the wrong thing, quickly shut up, but Toru Amuro felt a turmoil in his heart.

29...

This... Toru Amuro's already calmed down mood, the conjecture he had already denied, was turned upside down again, and he couldn't help but smile wryly.

Ever since this onmyoji appeared, it was difficult for me to control my emotions, and what I was doing was messed up, and I even became a hearse driver for no reason, really...

Ugh……

Can't continue to think about it, he is not, can't be, and shouldn't be.

Suzuki Sonoko looked at Hanyu Qingan's driver's license strangely and carefully. The photo on it was from his college days, and he looked a little more energetic and vigorous than now.

"I just said it looks better with a shaved beard..." Sonoko Suzuki smiled unconsciously.

Soon the hearse arrived at the corpse storage place of the Metropolitan Police Department. Today they are going to gather the family members of the deceased here first. After receiving the corpse, they will transport it to the deceased's home. The next time is to decorate the mourning hall, deal with the appearance of the corpse and wait for the mortician. Already working.

It was not until the evening that the funeral officially started, which was different from a normal Buddhist burial, but Hanyu Kiyoan had already communicated with the family of the deceased, and there was no problem.

When Toru Amuro and Sonoko Suzuki arrived, Kiyoan Hanyu and Akemi Miyano were already trying to appease the family members. Although it seemed that the relationship between the deceased and his wife and daughter was not very good, they still looked very sad, so Kiyoan Hanyu had no choice but to calm down. Stop consoling.

But Suzuki Sonoko felt that the scene was not quite right, the slightly older woman with the charm of a young woman was obviously crying fakely, as if she was deliberately pretending to make Hanyu Qingan sympathize and comfort her.

Looking at the hand that was pulling Hanyu Qingan's sleeve, Suzuki Sonoko felt uncomfortable, but the little girl who squatted there, as if nothing happened on her face, and said nothing, was really sad. .

But Suzuki Sonoko also knew the seriousness, didn't say anything, just stood quietly and watched.

Soon, a staff member pushed out the body of the deceased. Toru Amuro waved to Akemi Miyano. The two opened the rear compartment and put the deceased into the coffin inside the car together and fixed it.

"My condolences, I know you are facing a lot of troubles, and I can't help you with anything else, but you can rest assured about the funeral and leave it to me, don't worry, I will tell you what to do when the time comes of."

The wife of the deceased said a lot of messy things about Jumu Company, which made Hanyu Qing'an feel dizzy, but what can he do, he is just a funeral company, intrigues in business, fighting for power and profit He doesn't understand .

"I'll leave everything to President Hanyu. It's really thanks to you, otherwise I really don't know what to do. It would be great if those people are as kind as you..."

The deceased's wife started again, but it's no wonder that the two most troublesome things she faces now are funerals and inheritances, especially on the company side.

The deceased belonged to an upstart who had risen suddenly, the family was small, and so was the woman. There was no one who could help. Suddenly, Kiyoshi Hanyu appeared to help with the funeral. It was like encountering a life-saving straw. Subconsciously, it's like grasping tightly.

This kind of thing is very common. A special example is the profession of a psychologist. One of the codes of this profession is not to make friends with patients.

Because people who encounter psychological problems, it is easy to rely on doctors in despair and panic, and obey what they say. Psychologists can easily use the knowledge they have learned to brainwash patients.

Therefore, psychiatrists often seem approachable and kind, but they also have a clear sense of distance and a business-like attitude.

Well, it sounds like a scumbag, nice to speak, indifferent, irresponsible, and not distracted.

"Mrs. Okiyu, is the deceased's father still unwilling to come?" Hanyu Qingan interrupted her hastily.

Mrs. Okiyu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and sighed: "Father still doesn't want to come, but it's no wonder that when my husband drove my father out of the house, his attitude was really bad. And got scolded."

Hanyu Qing'an nodded, then the only option is to send the diamonds made from the ashes of the deceased to the countryside, but it's still early, let's talk about it later.

It will take a while for Dr. A Li to make the equipment, and the crematorium will take a while for the deceased to be cremated, and it will take five to eight months for the ashes to be turned into diamonds.

(End of this chapter)