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Fortunately, the Japanese do not need to kneel to guard the spirit, otherwise Lin Qingzhu would have been exhausted with his physique.

Looking at the little boy who was sitting beside him with his head lowered and his eyes closed, Lin Qingzhu patted Lin Yuzhu's shoulder: "Go to sleep for a while if you're sleepy, I'll watch over here."

Children need a lot of sleep. Staying up all night is not good for your health. There is no need for two people to stay here.

Lin Yuzhu was slapped by Lin Qingzhu, and immediately woke up vigilantly, glanced at his brother beside him, relaxed, and shook his head: "I'm here with my brother."

"Go to sleep for a while, be obedient, there is a farewell ceremony tomorrow, you are still young, and you will not be able to hold on if you are not energetic." Lin Qingzhu patted Lin Yuzhu's back and looked opposite:

"Uncle Ikeda, take Polygonatum to eat something, go back to the room and sleep for a while, I'll just watch over here."

Saburo Ikeda hesitated for a moment: "Eldest young master, why don't you and young master go to rest, and I'll watch for you for a while."

"I'm a filial piety person, so what's the point of letting you guard?" Lin Qingzhu laughed dumbly: "Take Yuzhu there, and you can also rest for a while. I have worked hard for you these two days."

The old housekeeper hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed: "Okay."

Lin Yuzhu frowned and tugged on his eldest brother's sleeve: "Brother! I can."

Lin Qingzhu helplessly touched the little boy's head, and coaxed in a soft voice: "Hey, go to sleep."

Lin Yuzhu sighed in her heart, and finally followed the housekeeper. What does it mean that my brother treats him like a child? !

Seeing the two leave, Lin Qingzhu rubbed his temples, and continued to read the documents sent by his father's secretary. He didn't sleep all night last night, and it's late at night again today.

The brain is still quite energetic, with an inexplicable excitement. He is not very sleepy, but the brain has a faint feeling of overload, and there are dull pains from time to time.

He had a vague feeling that someone special would come to offer condolences tonight, which was one of the reasons why he let the housekeeper and Lin Yuzhu leave.

Sure enough, after one o'clock in the morning, a familiar guest came.

Amuro Toru gave incense at the door, that is, Chinese white money, and went into the mourning hall to burn incense sticks.

Japan's family money has to use old banknotes, stuffed upside down into a white envelope to show the panic about the departure of the deceased, and the family money is generally [-] to [-] yen.

On the outside of the envelope, some plain ribbons are usually tied for decoration, and a knot is tied, which means that the unfortunate thing is over and will not happen again.

Lin Qingzhu processed the documents in his hand without raising his head: "I didn't expect that the chief came too."

"How should I put it, we are also colleagues. My colleague's relative died. I should come. It's not convenient during the day, but I can come here at night to avoid people."

Amuro said, turned to look at Lin Qingzhu, and sat down beside him.

"I more or less guessed that you would come." Lin Qingzhu tilted his head to look at Toru Amuro, and smiled slightly.

"Then if I don't come, won't I let you down?"

Toru Amuro wanted to comfort him according to the process, but he didn't know what to say. The other party must have gotten tired of listening to words of comfort these two days.

Things didn't happen to me, so how can there be so much empathy and light words, there is really not much warmth at the moment.

After hesitating for a moment, Toru Amuro finally asked, "Are you okay?"

"What do you think?" Lin Qingzhu looked at him.

Toru Amuro was silent for a while. When people say this, it is either ironic to show that they are very bad, or they are forced to smile.

But Lin Qingzhu... the other party was so calm that he didn't see any mood swings in him.

Is the relationship with relatives cold, too cold-blooded, or too well hidden?

Toru Amuro struggled for a while, and suddenly felt blessed. He suddenly remembered that this guy seems to be emotionally indifferent, and it seems normal to have no mood swings?

At the beginning, it was because of psychological problems that Lin Qingzhu was only a non-staff external hire, otherwise, with his ability, it is very likely that he could be formally hired.

So Toru Amuro hesitated for a moment, looking at Lin Qingzhu's expressionless face: "I think...you should be okay?"

Lin Qingzhu said "um", and continued to look down at the document: "It's really okay, but I'm a little tired these two days."

Amuro smiled: "I can already imagine how many things you have to do."

"Just holding a large funeral is tiring enough, not to mention you have to take over the affairs of the Lin Group urgently."

"Then I won't bother you anymore, pay attention to rest, and don't fall ill yourself, otherwise no one in your Lin Group will be able to support the business."

Amuro smiled: "If there is anything I can help, you can come to me."

"Okay, thank you." Lin Qingzhu got up: "You go back too. At this time, I will not entertain you according to the procedure. Go back and rest early."

Chapter 147

Watching Toru Amuro leave, Lin Qingzhu returned to his seat and continued with unfinished work.

Japan needs to wear black all over for funerals. Men usually wear black suits and black ties, while women wear pure black dresses or black kimonos. Children can wear school uniforms.

So when gin and vodka came to mourn, they didn't have to change their clothes.

so what is it?

That's what it's called -- the Black Organization is an organization made for funerals.

At the funeral, ten men in black with black umbrellas and sunglasses watched silently. The Porsche of the last century saw you off. We are a professional funeral team.

Lin Qingzhu looked at the gin and vodka that came in, and his heart wandered silently. This newly expanded business really has great potential for the black organization.

It can also add new revenue channels for the organization.

Seeing Lin Qingzhu staring at this side motionlessly, Qin Jiu felt a little chilled by his strange gaze, and couldn't help but speak first, trying to interrupt Lin Qingzhu's strange gaze:

"Here, this is the Xiangdian."

Gin threw the incense money wrapped in a white envelope to Lin Qingzhu, and then glanced at the vodka.

Vodka received the gaze, and quickly took out a white envelope from his pocket, and handed it over.

Lin Qingzhu took the money from the two of them, and suddenly felt that although Gin Jiu was unreasonable, he was... quite polite?

He actually brought some money with him when he ate.

The mood was a little delicate, but soon, Lin Qingzhu paused while holding the white envelope: "Where is the person outside who specializes in collecting money and keeping accounts? Why did you give me the money?"

Seeing that Lin Qingzhu's eyes returned to normal, Qin Jiu sneered: "I'm knocked out, don't worry, I'm not dead."

The corner of Lin Qingzhu's mouth twitched: Sorry, he said it early, and Gin is not very polite.

Although he brought the money for the meal, he stunned the person who collected the money.

Gin brought vodka, took off his hat to mourn, and then offered two sticks of incense to his father. His actions were standard and pious, with a strong sense of ritual, Lin Qingzhu was suddenly in a trance.

Gin Jiu is also a very contradictory person. A killer has an inexplicable gentlemanly temperament, and his demeanor even has a bit of aristocratic etiquette.

He was suddenly curious about Gin's life experience.

Lin Qingzhu said: "Organization, have you found anything?"

"No." After the gin was incensed, he put on the top hat he had just taken off: "It's just an accident, your father...is really unlucky."

"Are you sure?" Lin Qingzhu frowned.

"Although it was sudden, things are indeed okay." Qin Jiu seemed a little speechless:

"I personally investigated the matter, and Rum also gave information. The person who hit him was drunk driving, but there was nothing abnormal, and there was no sudden large sum of money in the account. The family was not short of money, and his physical condition was normal, and he did not suffer from terminal illness. "

Lin Qingzhu still believed in Gin's ability, and Gin personally checked it, and Rum cooperated, and the organization gave the partner face.

Lin Qingzhu pressed the center of her eyebrows with a headache: "Forget it, that's it."

Vodka also sighed, and seemed to be a little emotional: "Zhuyeqing, my sorrow is changing."

"Thank you, it's actually okay, I just think...he shouldn't die so inexplicably." Lin Qingzhu was helpless.

"Do you have a good relationship with your father?" Qin Jiu was a little curious.

Lin Qingzhu pondered for a while with downcast eyes, and replied: "General, not bad."

Qin Jiu smiled: "Yes, a person like you is really contradictory, affectionate and cold-blooded."

"Obviously willing to join the organization for your parents, but I didn't see how sad you were when your father passed away."

"I joined the organization for him, but he tricked me?"

Lin Qingzhu's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Besides, I am not, am I still thinking about the results of the organization?"

Hearing Lin Qingzhu's blunt words, Qin Jiu didn't feel anything, and was even satisfied with Lin Qingzhu's concern. Only when there is a need can there be loyalty.

Lin Qingzhu smiled and put a stick of incense on his father: "Before my father was alive, I was filial because he was my father, not because of how deep my relationship with him was."

"I have emotional apathy. Since my mother passed away, I have never known what emotion is in my life."

"It's better to have no feelings." Gin turned and left: "It's almost dawn, and vodka and I will leave first."

"Be careful, don't get hit by someone."

Lin Qingzhu watched the gin and vodka leave, staring at the air for a while.

However, it doesn't matter whether the emotional apathy is true or not. Whether it is true or not, he must be true in this world.

After 2 minutes, Lin Yuzhu's small figure walked into the mourning hall alone: ​​"Brother."

Lin Qingzhu frowned: "Why are you here so early and don't sleep for a while?"

"I can't sleep anymore." Lin Yuzhu shook her head: "Brother, those two people I saw in the garden just now..."

Lin Yuzhu hesitated for a moment: "Is it someone from the father's cooperative organization?"

Lin Qingzhu's eyebrows twitched: "You know?"

The original Lin Qingzhu didn't know about it.

"More than two years ago, I saw them when my father was talking with them, and I heard a little bit of the conversation." Lin Yuzhu hesitated:

"I can't remember exactly, but I'm sure it was these two people."

Lin Qingzhu pursed her lips, isn't his brother a bit too evil?He was only four or five years old two years ago, so it's no wonder his father didn't take precautions against him.

Seeing that Lin Qingzhu didn't deny it, Lin Yuzhu looked at him: "Is it possible that my father is them..."

Lin Qingzhu shook his head: "No, the relationship between father and them is still in the honeymoon period, and they have no reason."

"Brother, I'll watch for a while, you go and have a rest." Lin Yuzhu sat next to Lin Qingzhu, and looked at him worriedly: "You haven't closed your eyes for two days."

"It's okay." Lin Qingzhu looked down at the phone: "It's almost dawn, so there's no need to worry about it. I will hold a farewell ceremony for my father today. I just want to go to bed early at night."

In the "Farewell Ceremony" on the second day, after the mourning speech, invited monks came to chant scriptures.

Lin Qingzhu led Lin Yuzhu and knelt down in front of the altar with his back straight. Other guests who came to express their condolences stood behind. Everyone listened to the monk's sutras for an hour.