Chapter 5 Chapter Four

In the sound of monks chanting, people came forward to offer incense one by one.How long will it take for everyone to pay their respects?During the time when he bowed his head to thank the guests who had finished offering incense, Qian Zuodu raised his eyes to look at the long queue, feeling bored for a while.She originally hoped for a small but extremely elegant ceremony, limited to relatives, but she received pressure from all sides, saying that this was too much for the long-term care of people from all walks of life. As a result, even the wake night was troubled. There was such a big battle.There will probably be more people at tomorrow's funeral.It was depressing to think about having to say hello to everyone.

She inadvertently glanced at the relatives seat, and happened to meet the eyes of the chubby middle-aged woman sitting in the front row.The woman stared at Chisato in disgust, curled her lips, and turned her head away. That is Yoshiro's cousin.It was the first time for Chisato to meet her today.She was obviously one of the few relatives, but she had just met Qian Zuo face to face, and her tone was bad: "Auntie said she won't come." Auntie should be Yoshiro's mother. "I contacted her old man, and she said that although she really wanted to come to pick up the bones, she didn't want to come to participate in such a formal ceremony when she thought that Yilang was so wronged. The aunt is really pitiful. She has been worried It happened, and it turned out just as she expected. On the phone, she cried like hell."

Maybe she wanted to say, we all know everything, and Yoshiro's death was all planned by you. "Really, that's a pity. The late husband must hope that his mother can come and see him off." She answered very neatly, and the woman seemed to goug her out unwillingly. Ever since she married Yoshiro, Qian Zuo hadn't seen those relatives of her husband's family, but it was not difficult for her to imagine how they all talked about her behind her back.If I were in the same position as them, I might have said the same thing: getting married for money, waiting for my husband to die early, no, maybe I would kill my husband as soon as I had the chance——

Let them say, Qian Zuo thought.Marrying for money is a fact.Yoshiro also knows. "If you don't have money, you won't follow an old man like me." He often said with a smile, "However, you have to be mentally prepared. My body is very good, so it won't be that simple Just swallow your breath." Indeed, Yoshiro is healthier than she thought and should live a long life.However, this was not Chisazu's miscalculation.No matter how healthy you are, you can't live to be a hundred years old, right?He can live for another twenty years at most, as long as he waits until then, all property will be his own.That's enough.Of course, it would be great if he could die earlier.Therefore, Qian Zuodu has indeed explored to see if there is any good way.She was also interested in underground websites, but she couldn't find a way to log in—

Qian Zuodu was thinking wildly, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere of the fasting place changed suddenly.The eyes of the people around are all focused on the altar.Chisato also looked over there. A thin man stood there.Long hair hanging down the shoulders, full of stubble, and a sharp chin.Chisato instantly thought of the Christ statue and the hungry ghost at the same time. The man stared at the portrait on the altar for a long time, and slowly began to burn incense.During this time, no one made a sound. After burning the incense, the man walked towards Qian Zuodu.She bowed her head in thanks.

The man said something in a low voice, but Qian Zuo didn't hear clearly, and raised his head: "Huh?" "Is it unlucky?" The man whispered in a flat voice, "Is it just plain unlucky to inhale hydrogen sulfide?" This weird sound seemed to come from the bottom of hell, and Qian Zuodu had goosebumps all over his body. He couldn't think of anything else, so he could only say "hmm". "Really. That's really pitiful." The man gave a deep salute and walked away.His back is so strange, Qian Zuodu couldn't look away for a while. After the vigil, Qian Zuodu came to the other room.This place is used to entertain the guests participating in the wake.Of course, Qian Zuo, who is the head of the funeral, didn't even move his chopsticks, and only concentrated on walking around among the relevant personnel.However, more than half of them were her first meeting.A man named Murayama who worked under Yoshiro for many years was in charge of introducing her.Murayama was a small man in his late sixties with a fox-like face and a cunning look.But Yoshiro said that he is actually a very cautious person.

Although they all belong to the film industry, they are different from each other.In addition to producers, playwrights, directors, there are many entertainers.The business card received made Chisato's small bag bulge. "You have worked hard, that's basically it." Murayama said while wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Chizuru looked around again. "It seems that I haven't talked to that person yet." "Which one?" "Here, it's the long-haired, thin man. It feels a little weird..." Yamamura immediately understood, "Ah", nodded and said, "It's Mr. AMAKASU."

"AMAKASU?" "He's a film director, haven't you heard of it? That's how it's written in Chinese characters." Murayama wrote the word "Amakasu" on the palm of his hand with his fingers. "Is Amakasu born?" "Yes, yes. You do know." "I only know the name. My husband often mentioned him and said he was very talented." Amakasu Saisao is not just a genius, that guy is a movie ghost.In order to make a picture that he recognizes, he can sacrifice everything, even without considering the lives of the actors.Therefore, his works have souls.That guy is unique.There is no one like him in the world anymore. ——This is what Yoshiro said.

"He is a so-called genius. However, he hasn't photographed anything in the past two years, and he hasn't appeared in public for a long time. I haven't seen him for a long time, so I was surprised. He wasn't this before. like." "Is something wrong?" Murayama frowned and said: "His family has suffered misfortune. He lost his wife and son due to the accident. And, that accident—" just now, Murayama stopped suddenly, "Ah, I'm sorry. When mourning your husband , but telling you about other people's misfortunes, it makes you feel unhappy."

"Ah, nothing." "I'd better stop talking about it. In short, Mr. Shuicheng spoke highly of Mr. Amakasu's strength. Not long ago, Mr. Shuicheng said that the ghost should also shoot something? I asked him who the ghost was, and he said it was Amakasu Saisheng. Maybe they have already made contact, so Mr. Amakasu showed up and came to offer incense." Chisato nodded, thinking whether to tell Murayama what Amakasu said just now, but in the end he didn't say anything.She felt that the weird whisper seemed to be inextricably linked with the unseal of certain things.