If a Japanese funeral is prepared at night, it is called Tongye.

It is around 12 o'clock in the evening. After more than five hours of intense preparations, the entire front mountain of the island has already shown some funeral attitude.

In front of the main hall, an incense burner and Bai Fan were already placed, and the road from the mountain road to the top was also covered with white silk.

As for Sato Ichiro's body, after several hours of repair, it finally seemed less painful. He was lying in the coffin, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, looking peaceful and cold. And those shocking wounds were naturally covered by solemn mourning clothes, and no one could see them.

This is how the big family is. No matter how painful and dark it is, it must be passed on the surface. So Ichiro Sato waits like this. Until tomorrow's news of his death reaches the ears of those who are qualified to hear it, he can quietly welcome the mourners or enemies who come to hear the news.

It sounds a bit ridiculous. He chose this coffin himself. Maybe when choosing it, Sato could not have thought that he would die like this. Everything seemed to be so sudden and unreasonable.

Just like this, people who are tied up in large numbers and kneeling at the junction of the mountain road and the mourning hall.

Xiaolan and others were caught.

Although her martial power is terrifying, she still has no way to face a pistol. When a black muzzle aims at her, all resistance seems ridiculous.

The heavy snow seemed to fall on earth again. In the mourning hall, Sato Ken walked towards these people quietly in black.

"You shouldn't stay here," he said lightly. After these hours, the old man seemed to be so old that it was hard to bear to look at him.

Maori is still struggling: "Let us go, this case cannot be forgotten."

Sato Ken's expression was not moved at all: "I have no grudges with you. In fact, if you admit now that all this is caused by the wronged soul, then you can leave."

"Impossible!" Maori shouted.

No one understands what Maori is like. Most of the time, his IQ is disconnected, his brain is funny, lustful, lazy, and he can be more clear. In most cases, this middle-aged man doesn't look like a detective at all.

However, at this moment of life and death, he stubbornly bit the principle of being a detective to death.

There is only one truth.

Even if there is a black muzzle behind you, there is only one truth.

Sato Ken's brows frowned slightly, and a snowflake fell on his eyebrows, but it did not melt, as if the old man's body had no temperature.

"Don't you understand?" he asked hoarsely: "All this is what the master hopes that he hopes that all this is done by Xiuyi! In this way, he has not waited for the past 30 years, and the pictures he sees in that small screening room every day are meaningful.

He is waiting for his grandson to punish himself! This is the motivation for him to still live with his teeth gritted his teeth for thirty years!

Otherwise, why would he, an old guy who has been living for almost a century, have to hold on for the last breath?!! Why didn’t he die?!”

Sato Ken's voice gradually became louder, and even he began to roar, with a roaring tone, the dry crow's feet were a little wet.

Maybe a few pieces of snow have melted

"Please let the master rest in peace."

An old man in his 70s looked down at the people kneeling in front of him and whispered to him.

However, he received no response, but the eyes became more stubborn and more determined.

Sato Ken was silent for a long time, and finally he lowered his eyes

"Kill me while the snow has not stopped."

He said lightly, the lights in the mourning hall illuminated his back.

Snow can cover blood.

The master's mourning hall should be clean, at least it should look clean.

The bodyguard behind him with a gun nodded respectfully and pointed the gun at Maori.

This person must have used a gun more than once to a huge consortium that affected the country's economy. Killing a few people is nothing more than what.

"Click~"

The sound of the bullet loading everything seemed to have reached a desperate situation.

But at this moment

"Huh-" There was a slight sound of breaking the wind, and then with a bang, the bodyguard holding the gun seemed to be hit hard by something. Without saying a word, he directly fell to the ground. The gun in his hand accidentally got fired before it landed on the ground.

A gunshot!

Sato Ken turned his head suddenly because he heard the strange sound of the gunshot. Then, he saw that the bodyguard had fainted on the ground, and next to him was a brick

"Yo, using the detective's persistence in the truth to kill people to silence me, I even suspect that you are the mastermind behind all this~" Lu Yuan's voice came, and at the same time, his thin figure also walked out of the shadow behind the tree.

Sato Ken looked at Lu Yuan: "Haha, it's you, it's okay, so I don't have to work hard to find you."

He said, and took out a pistol from his arms, "Then, you can be buried with these people."

When Lu Yuan heard this, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he walked to everyone casually and bent down to loosen their ties.

"Do you think I won't shoot?" Sato Ken looked at his movements and said coldly.

At this moment, because of the gunshots, the servants and bodyguards around them also surrounded them.

Lu Yuan smiled and said, "I already know the murderer who killed your master. If you don't want to know, then you can shoot~" When he said this, Lu Yuan's hand did not stop at all, and soon, he untied everyone's bondage.

As for Sato Ken, he froze.

In fact, he didn't want to know the cause of Ichiro Sato's death, but as he said just now, all of this was what the master expected. As the housekeeper of a big family, he would of course be more willing to fulfill Ichiro Sato's last wish.

Moreover, there are too many things involved in Sato Ichiro's death. If he was really murdered, then if this matter is spread, it will definitely cause an uproar.

So no matter what, now this matter is over, and then it is claimed to the public that Sato died naturally, and all these outsiders were killed. In this way, even if the master really died of murder, the murderer would definitely not be able to survive.

This is the safest and least impactful way to deal with it.

However, the above is all from the perspective of Sato Consortium. If you throw these out, just talk about Sato Ken's own ideas.

Then, of course he wanted to know who the murderer was.

Therefore, for a moment, there was another conflict between the head of the family he served and the consortium he was loyal to and the one he was loyal to had once again.

The snow became more and more fierce. In front of the mourning hall, almost everyone on the island gathered. Sato Ken did not disperse everyone, he was just silent.

It's been a long time

"Who killed the master?" he finally asked.

Lu Yuan smiled. He seemed to have known that the other party would be the answer.

So he patted the snow on his body.

"Your master, he committed suicide"
Chapter completed!