Karun stood up and looked at Rote, who had previously used his chest to help himself maintain balance while holding onto his crutches.

He took a deep breath and felt a little dizzy. He couldn't tell if it was due to lack of oxygen or too much alcohol.

But in his heart, he felt a sudden release. The huge stone that had been weighing on him was lifted.

However, this emotion couldn't be expressed in words. Not because it was complicated, but because the tragedy of another family was right in front of him, and moral standards prevented him from saying anything inappropriate.

If he wasn't at the scene, but on the phone, he could easily say, "Hey Rote, I heard a family died on your street. It scared me, I thought it was your family."

In the face of death, most emotions turn gray. Often, it's not about respecting the deceased, but respecting life. After all, most people imagine themselves lying there when they see the deceased at a funeral.

Of course, it's understandable to feel relieved in one's heart, and there's no need to feel guilty about it. Human suffering and sadness are difficult to truly share, especially with strangers.

"Karun, Karun?" Uncle Mason called again. "Are you okay? Help me fix this cart."

Karun turned around and walked over to fix the stretcher cart.

Uncle Mason ordered again, "Afou, let's go lift the body inside. Karun, if you can't push the cart, wait for us here."

Karun tried to push the stretcher cart by himself. It wouldn't be a problem on a smooth road, but this road was bumpy and the wheels were easily stuck.

At this time, Sarah's mother walked over and grabbed the other side, helping Karun push the stretcher cart.

Rote walked alongside them and said, "Mr. Karun, do you know that on this street, everyone calls me Lame Rote, and the person lying up there is called Broken Hand Siso."

"His father and my father used to be colleagues. When we were kids, our fathers often drank together, and we played together."

"Later, we both worked in the same factory. The day of the accident, we were both trapped under the equipment. I lost a leg, and he lost an arm."

"He once comforted me and said, 'Hey Rote, I envy you so much. You still have a pair of intact hands to make tire skin slippers, but I can't use my feet to knit gloves.'"

"His family was actually even more difficult than mine. When I make slippers in the summer, I can still earn a few hundred luby subsidies for my family. My wife can also work in the textile factory and earn a salary."

"Many times, he could only pick up leftover meat from the garbage dump to sell to the fried meat shop. But he often brought back the freshest and most intact meat and shared it with us."

"Every time he gave me meat, he would say, 'Rote, this is for you. Don't forget to share it with your family.'""Hey, even if it's leftover meat, it still tastes good when chewed, just like us. Missing limbs doesn't mean we're not human."

"His wife had a heart problem and couldn't do heavy work, so she and his mother made paper boxes at home for 2 coins per 100 boxes. They often spent the whole day doing it."

"After the parade that day, we were all excited. He said to me, 'Rot, did you see it? Mr. Saxson is still standing with us, he is still the pride of our East District.'"

"He has already decided how to spend the monthly allowance of 200 coins. He wants to save it to let his wife go to the hospital for a heart check-up. His wife thinks the money should be saved for their child's education. She believes that the tuition and book fees will be higher when their child goes to junior high school."

"Just last night, after you left, Mr. Karun, I went to his house and showed him the exquisite business card you gave me."

"He was surprised and said he saw the hearse parked on the street. He wondered how people from different families could lie in such a luxurious and comfortable car to attend their own funeral."

"I told him about you having dinner at my house. He said that when his baby goes to junior high school, he will also have classmates from wealthy families. He needs to prepare something to entertain them properly."

The stretcher had been pushed onto the hearse, and Karun opened the back compartment and pulled down a pad from above so that the stretcher could be pulled up directly. This was a feature that the old hearse did not have.

Karun went up first and pulled, while Sarah's mother and Rot pushed from below.

Finally, the stretcher carrying "Handless Sisso" was pushed onto the hearse.

Karun got off the car and looked into the distance, searching for the figures of his uncle and Afu.

At this moment, Mr. Rot, who had been talking all along, suddenly approached Karun's face. His expression became twisted, his eyes completely red, and he almost hysterically roared:

"Mr. Karun, can you believe that a father who was still discussing how to entertain his daughter's wealthy classmates last night would commit suicide by taking poison? Can you believe that?"

"I..."

"He's dead, Handless Sisso is dead. His mother hanged herself, his wife jumped off the building with their daughter. I saw the scene. I couldn't bear to look at it. And their little Mira, she was their precious darling. No matter what happened, they would have fought to protect her, especially his wife. She had heart problems after giving birth to Mira, and she considered her daughter more precious than her own life. How could she possibly take her daughter with her when she wanted to end her life?""别叫我叔叔,我叫梅森."

Karun didn't know how to answer Rote's question.

Rote grabbed Karun's clothes with his hands, while Sarah's mother pulled her husband from behind, but Rote refused to let go.

"And also...why did Mr. Karun come to pick up Siso?"

Oh my god,

Can he afford the funeral expenses?

His family even needs to raise money for cremation fees,

How could he have the money to hold a funeral?!

Look,

He is now lying in this comfortable car,

This is something he dared not even think about when he was alive yesterday!!!"

"Plunk!"

Rote's two crutches fell to the ground, and he fell into a puddle, splashing dirty water everywhere. Even though he was disabled, he always loved cleanliness, but he kept patting the puddle with both hands:

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on? Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?

Why did those reporters come so fast?

Why did Siskson curse Mr. Weskson in his suicide note?

Oh my god,

He's the one-handed Siso who can't even understand his daughter's elementary school homework and needs to ask Sarah for help!"

At this time, a group of reporters who had finished taking pictures walked out from inside;

They held umbrellas to protect their cameras, and carefully stepped on the bricks over the puddles. When they passed by Rote who was frantically splashing the puddle, they showed expressions of shock and disdain, and avoided him from afar.

Rote continued to sit there alone, screaming frantically.

At this time, Uncle pushed Siso's mother's body out with the help of a police officer.

In the distance, Alfred pushed another stretcher over by himself, with two people lying under the white cloth on top.

All the bodies were transported onto the hearse, the wheels of the stretcher were folded up, and in the middle of the pit, Siso and his mother were placed, while the wife and daughter were placed on the seats on both sides of the car.

After Mason signed the papers with the police, he sat in the driver's seat.

"Young master, get on the car." Alfred reminded Karun.

Karun got on the car, but the seat was occupied by a corpse, so he could only sit with Alfred below, and at the same time, he stretched out an arm to prevent the body from slipping off due to the bumpy ride.

Finally,

The noise outside began to fade away, and the hearse drove out of the mine street.

"Alfred, give me a cigarette." Uncle Mason shouted while driving.

Alfred walked over, took out Uncle Mason's cigarette, handed one to his mouth, and helped him light it.

When Alfred was about to put the cigarette back, Mason gestured to the back with his mouth.

Alfred understood, and also remembered the scene where he and Lady Molly were laughing together with the great existence on the second floor window sill of 128 Mingke Street.

Alfred handed the cigarette to Karun,

Karun took the cigarette, but refused to let Alfred help him light it.

"Uncle..."

Before Karun could finish speaking, Uncle Mason immediately shouted:

"Don't call me uncle, call me Mason.""Suicide, suicide, suicide, go to hell with your suicide!"

They had already prepared the deposit for the funeral home, scheduled the date, and planned to commit suicide together as a family, waiting to be collected by the undertakers. This was not impossible, and in fact, they had encountered similar situations before. There were even elderly couples who had arranged their own funerals in advance to die together.

But a deposit of 100,000 Lu coins, could the Inmorales Funeral Home on Mine Street afford it?

The person who gave the deposit already knew that someone was going to die today, and it was going to be the whole family!

This was not a situation where the whole generation had to die before a collective funeral could be held!

So, how could this be called suicide!

Others were not aware of it, outsiders were not aware of it, but could the Inmorales family, who had already received the deposit in advance, not be aware of it?

They had taken a few days off to wait for this "suicide".

Mason was not a fool, of course, he had already figured it out.

But after venting his emotions, Mason said, "Karun, many reporters came today. I believe that more reporters will come when the mourning ceremony is held tomorrow. The sheriff just told me that his boss is also watching this case closely, and many people in the city government are also watching it."

Karun pursed his lips.

There was some traffic ahead, and Uncle Mason honked the horn frantically, "Beep beep beep beep!!!!"

Then, he said dejectedly, "So, what can we do? Go report it, say that we received a deposit of 100,000 Lu coins a long time ago? Say that everything was planned in advance? Do we want to seek justice? Do we want to expose the darkness? Do we want to do justice for the four passengers in the car now?"

"Karun, this is a game for the big shots. Since they dare to give us the deposit so openly, and give us so much of it, they won't be afraid that we will speak out, because they have confidence and can shut our mouths with Lu coins. They can also do it like the family in the car, and their mouths will also be unable to speak."

Afú looked at Mason's constantly fluctuating emotions, and he felt that Mr. Mason's words were not so much to comfort his nephew and make him see the dark side of society, as they were to comfort himself and the upright heart within him.

He was not trying to persuade Karun, but himself.

"I understand, Uncle."

Karun had a headache, perhaps because the initial "misunderstanding" had taken up too much of his energy. Sitting in the hearse now, he even felt motion sickness.

Uncle Mason no longer spoke loudly, but drove calmly, occasionally honking the horn urgently, which reflected his impatience.

Perhaps, if time could go back, he would not have taken on this job.

Making money was to improve the quality of life, and improving the quality of life was to make oneself happier. But now, he was not happy.Karun looked at the girl lying on the chair beside him. She was younger than Sarah, after all, only in elementary school.

"The neighbor saw them. Her mother took her to the rooftop," Alfred reminded him.

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Karun looked at Alfred.

Alfred seemed to want to ease the atmosphere with a smile, but the smile was inappropriate at this time, so he continued with a serious face, "Young Master, perhaps you can go back and ask your grandfather, Mr. Dis."

This sentence was heard by Mason who was driving.

"Telling my father won't do any good. My father is an honest man, but he's just a priest. Telling him about this will only make him suffer," Mason said.

Karun heard what Alfred meant.

Suicide was not only because of the suicide note, but also because many neighbors saw his wife taking their daughter out of the house and walking towards the building.

No one forced them, his wife took their daughter to jump off the building on her own.

So, there might be a problem here.

As it turned out, at least from the perspective of the Inmorales family, it was clear that this family could not have committed suicide. Everything had been planned in advance.

But the problem was that the way his wife and daughter died did not seem to involve any coercion, it was "voluntary."

So, there was a paradox here.

And there was a certain existence that had the ability to create paradoxes beyond the normal human thinking mode, that was...

"The demon," Karun whispered to Alfred.

Alfred nodded and sat back down.

The hearse returned to Mingke Street around noon.

When they were almost home, Uncle Mason suddenly shouted, "Damn, what's going on!"

It turned out that a group of people had gathered on the road surface in front of the Inmorales' house at No. 13 Mingke Street, each holding a bouquet of white roses and sitting quietly.

When the hearse arrived, the group of people who were originally sitting on the ground stood up and raised the roses, with a sorrowful expression on their faces.

The bunches of white roses were held very neatly and skillfully, as if they had rehearsed.

At the same time, many journalists with cameras came down from the cars next to them. When the hearse began to unload the body, they began to take pictures non-stop.

"Make way! Make way!" Uncle Mason shouted loudly, but it was of no use.

The "white roses" crowded around each stretcher, crying and mourning. At the same time, each stretcher that went in was filled with white roses.

With Ron's help, all the stretchers and bodies were pushed inside.

The journalists wanted to come in, but were stopped by Aunt Winnie and Aunt Mary who came out, saying, "The bodies need to be sorted out. The mourning ceremony is tomorrow. Thank you, please don't disturb our work."

At this time, the editor-in-chief of the "Roja Daily," Humir, who was sitting in a car on the side of the road, ordered the person next to him, "Let's go.""Don't let them stupidly go in and take pictures of the bodies. Do they want to capture the bloody effect of jumping off a building? Damn it, that way, it won't incite the public's anger, they will only feel disgusted and nauseous.

Let the reporters come back first and take pictures of the protesters.

After the appearance is fixed and back to normal, then take pictures at the memorial service. This is the only way to appear calm. After the readers see the photos in the newspaper, they can be stirred up with anger. Understand?"

...

Walk into the living room;

Uncle Mason was so angry that he threw his hat on the ground.

"Crazy, crazy, those idiots outside with white roses came faster than our hearse!"

Aunt Winnie said, "The secretary of the mayoral candidate, Fude's office, called to ask when we can fix the appearance. He wants to come and pay his respects. I said tomorrow.

In addition, various newspapers have also made reservations to attend the memorial service. Representatives of various labor unions in the districts, as well as some officials' offices in the city government, and even some famous stars and celebrities in Roja City, their assistants have also called to inquire about when they can pay their respects to the deceased."

Aunt Mary said, "Mason, I think there is a problem with this list."

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Uncle Mason, who was already on the verge of losing control, yelled loudly, then squatted on the ground and began to cry.

Mrs. Molly leaned over to Afu and whispered, "What's wrong with Mr. Mason?"

Afu whispered back, "He is a good person."

Karun silently walked up the stairs, from the first floor to the second floor, and then from the second floor to the third floor.

"It's so lively at home today." Puerh followed Karun up the stairs and asked.

Karun didn't say anything.

"Karun, if you have something on your mind, you can actually talk to Dis."

As she spoke, Puerh even lowered her head and looked at the two demons who were looking up at the stairs:

"My dear Karun, for the sake of the Squirrel Osmanthus Fish, I remind you not to listen too much to the two demons. You have to listen to your grandfather's and Dis's words, which are the most appropriate and safe. He can always give you the most appropriate and calm advice."

Karun stopped and looked at Puerh.

Puerh shook her tail and said, "Anyway, you can't be impulsive. There is a saying that impulsive people will eventually be devoured by evil gods."

After speaking, Puerh tilted her head and said, "What was I talking about, meow."

Karun walked to Dis's study, hesitated for a moment, and knocked on the door.

"Knock... knock... knock..."

"Come in."

Karun entered Dis's study. Dis was writing something with a pen and didn't even lift his head as he asked, "It's very lively outside. Did you get that order back?""Yes, Grandpa. The family of four died, leaving behind a suicide note. They died on the last day of our agreed period, which was quite coincidental."

"Oh."

"They lived on Mine Street and were very poor. The 100,000 lu coin deposit would not even cover the cost of their home ten times over."

"Oh."

"I don't think this was a suicide."

"Hmm, it's clear that someone arranged their deaths, and they even pre-booked our funeral services."

"So..."

"You can call the police and tell them that you know Duke, right? Oh, he may not be in charge of the East District, but you can call the city bureau and give them this clue. The phone book next to the telephone downstairs has the city bureau's phone number."

"A group of sit-in protesters with white roses and a large group of reporters have arrived outside. A large number of officials and celebrities will attend the funeral tonight or tomorrow."

"Oh, it seems that their power is great and should be involved in political struggles."

"Yes, so calling the police...probably won't help. They have clearly almost directly told us that they are going to kill people and have given us time to clear out for the bodies. They have confidence, and even if we know, it has no effect on them."

"Oh, then don't call the police, it's useless anyway."

"..." Karun.

Dis continued to write something, as if writing a report.

In fact, that was the case. Dis was writing the second investigation report on the Bellwin Divine Descent incident.

Karun took a deep breath and slowly turned around, ready to leave.

He didn't really know what he could do.

A more selfish thought was that he didn't know what he was suitable for.

He was just a...a high school dropout.

Well, he also had two demon familiars that he firmly believed were divine beings. These two demon familiars were very powerful. Lady Molly could swallow Mrs. Shus in front of him, and Alfred should be stronger than Lady Molly.

Perhaps he could command or induce these two demon familiars to help him do something.

But he was a little scared.

As Puerh said: Don't be impulsive.

The other party was very powerful in the secular world, and the consequences of abusing demonic powers could be even more terrifying.

But, as Puerh said: Dis is always calm.

Yes, Grandpa was very calm. Since calling the police was useless, then don't call them.

Uncle Mason was squatting on the ground in pain, crying. As an ordinary person, he knew he had no ability to compete with those people outside. He had a family, family members, and a family business, so he could only cry hysterically and squat on the ground.

Karun was the same. What right did he have to bring the entire family into a dangerous vortex?

Just for...a little bit of justice?

The ones who died were still the Rote family, weren't they?The dead were not people he knew or had contact with, never had a meal together, never smoked together, and he had never even touched the head of that little girl. So, it didn't have much to do with him.

Didn't he feel relieved when he saw Mr. Roth was still alive?

So, why was he struggling?

This world, this society, is just like this. What can you change?

It's better to think about making something delicious for your family for dinner, so that your uncle, who is emotionally unstable, can have some appetite. That's the best choice for your family.

Karun opened the door.

He heard the sound of Dis's pen scratching behind him.

Karun hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said, "Grandpa."

"Hmm? Do you need something?" Dis continued to write.

"We know that family was arranged to die, but a neighbor saw the wife of that family take her daughter to the rooftop and jump off. As far as I know, the mother would never harm her daughter no matter what. She wouldn't do something like taking her daughter to die with her husband."

The pen stopped.

Dis looked up and asked Karun, "So, what do you mean?"

"I think there's a paradox here, and it's likely that some supernatural force is involved."

Dis put the cap back on his pen, put it back in the pen holder, closed the report he had been writing, and stood up. He said, "If there's a supernatural force involved, then we have to take care of it."

"Um..." Karun felt uncomfortable with Dis's sudden change in attitude.

Dis opened a drawer in his desk and took out a black suitcase. "You should know more about the whole incident, so if it's a supernatural killing, where do you think we should start investigating? I mean, it could be the supernatural force, or it could be the person who is controlling the supernatural force."

Actually, Karun didn't know how to investigate. He wasn't a police officer, and in his past life, he was only a consultant for the police department.

But since Dis asked, Karun gave a general direction, because the answer was obvious. "I think this incident is a fuse. There are a group of people waiting to exploit this incident, and it will ultimately lead to the mayoral election, becoming a weapon to attack the old mayor. So, the biggest beneficiary is the one who has the most hope of becoming the new mayor if the old mayor steps down... his name is Fude."

"Okay, let's go to Fude's house and ask him if he did it."

"Uh..." Karun was stunned.

Dis picked up the black suitcase, walked around the desk, and came to Karun. Seeing that Karun was motionless, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Go... to Fude's house?"

"Yeah, you said he was the biggest beneficiary, so why not just ask him? Isn't that the most convenient way?""Grandpa, he's a mayoral candidate. His supporters include the media, many celebrities, and corporations in the municipal government of Roja City."

"Well, what's next? Are we going to his house directly?"

"Let's ask him first. If it's not him, then we can ask for other suspects. Isn't this the most convenient and efficient option?"

"Yes, but the other party has a lot of power, and if they can drive the demons to kill, it proves that there are also...backgrounds in the other party..."

Karun stopped talking because he saw Dis smile.

"Hehe."

Dis reached out and patted Karun's shoulder, asking, "Have you read the book I asked Lunt to give you?"

"I've read one."

"Which one?"

"The Light of Order."

"Well, is there a sentence in it that you've seen?"

"That is, the Order of God should be impartial under the light of order, as the guardian of order in the world."

Karun nodded and said, "Yes, I've seen it."

"Then it seems that you haven't understood this sentence."

"I..."

"Under the light of order, the Order of God should be impartial. It means that no one has the qualification to be looked down upon by our Order of God. This is not the equality of life written in the Rui Lan Constitution, but the truth that the Order of God has fought for with fists."

Dis gently patted Karun's face and smiled, "So why do you naively think that your grandpa would be afraid of a mayor, media, and corporations?"

Dis opened the door to the study himself and continued, "After all, what are they?"