[Quick Transmigration] Running straight on the road to death

Chapter 10

"Mr. Fu, there are many rumors about your new appointment as the leader of the Huayao Gang. What's your opinion?"

"Mr. Fu, what do your employees think of you? Are they convinced?"

"Mr. Fu, there are rumors that you killed your adoptive father, Mr. Jiang, may I ask you..."

Fu Si turned to look, "Get out."

The bodyguard pushed aside the motley crowd and let the new leader get into the car.

Mr. Jiang's memorial service will start tomorrow, and the body has been sent to the crematorium according to the will. The purpose of Fu Si's trip is to take out his ashes and bring them home.

There was nothing to say along the way, and the driver didn't know how to comfort the grieving young man, so he could only try not to disturb him.

Fu Si returned home in a dead silence, and the house was also dead silent, everything was cold and there was no warmth at all.

It's like Mr. Jiang's body temperature when he finally fell into his arms

It was also cold, I thought I could stay longer, but unexpectedly it turned cold all of a sudden, as if all the hotness and pampering in the past did not exist.

The heart that would thump when touched, no longer exists.

It seemed that when that person died, his own heart also died.

Fu Si went to the bedroom with the black box in his arms. Before he came back, he said, "Sir, we are home." Before putting it in the bedroom, he said, "Sir, I can finally have a good rest."

He put the black box on the bed for a while, then took it to the sofa, said a few words, and finally placed it in his room.

All this is like a mental patient directing and acting on his own. Only Fu Si knows that he is very sober, but if he doesn't do this, he will really drive himself crazy and force himself to find someone outside who can't come back.

The fantasy lanterns used for decoration in the room have not been taken down yet, Fu Si changed two batteries, thought of the unmoved cake in the refrigerator, took it out, and brought two matching paper plates.

The cake has been stored for many days. I don't know if it is bad or not. Fu Si took a small bite by himself and said to the black box, "It's sweet and delicious, thank you sir."

The cake was not big, he stopped moving after eating a small piece, but put it back intact, "Sir, I will save your things and eat slowly, eat a little every day, so that you can stay with me longer .”

The black box couldn't answer him, it could only listen to him talking to himself.

"Sir, you will leave me again tomorrow and go to a darker and bigger box. Are you afraid?"

Fu Si touched the box, "If you are afraid, let me dream of you, preferably tonight, so that I can rescue you and keep you by my side all the time."

"You cared so much about me before, you must let me dream of you, right?"

"Sir, you left so simply, why did you leave me here?"

"Are you punishing me?"

It was getting dark, and there was no one around, as if a funeral was being held for someone in advance.

The house was full of condolences.

Fu Si lay on the bed with the box in his arms, as if hugging Mr. Jiang. He closed his eyes and woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. In the dream, there were only countless black hands trying to drag him into despair, and Mr. Jiang was not in the dream.

He opened the box, stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of crushed ash, ate it into his mouth, tasted it slowly, and seemed to feel that a handful was too little, so he grabbed another handful.

After eating everything in his hands, he closed the box and touched his stomach, "Mr. Jiang, you want to come to my dream."

Now it can be confirmed that they have indeed merged into one.