As the days passed, they no longer cared about the speed of time. It was only on the day of Kamiya Tetsuya's funeral that they suddenly realized that a week had passed.

Without a body, there is no need to collect makeup; without relatives, there is no need to pay money or give gifts; without inheritance, there is no need for notarization.

Even until his death, Kamiya Tetsuya did not leave them a chance to help.

He was like the most determined killer in the dark night. He ignored their pleadings and killed them mercilessly, killing them instantly with one blow.

Naturally, Tetsuya Kamiya would not tell them what to do after his death. In fact, he himself might not have expected this ending.

Just like when he first held the thermos cup and calmly said he wanted to “keep healthy”, no one knew whether he was longing for a long life or a fleeting life.

Therefore, Furuya Rei could only follow the plan they had figured out and conduct the funeral in silence.

Yes, the responsibility of organizing the funeral had finally fallen into the hands of him, the man who had hurt the deceased with his own hands.

What an irony.

At 5:15 in the morning, the sky was getting brighter, but it was gray and gloomy, as if it would rain at any moment.

Fūya Rei looked at himself in the mirror and for a moment he couldn't recognize who he was.

I had obviously taken good care of myself, letting the makeup artist give me a layer of makeup that was barely suitable, but looking at myself now, it was as if I was seeing a skeleton covered in flesh.

The skeleton held a whip in his hand, gave him a cold, mocking smile that belonged to Bourbon, and then lashed him out hard.

“Pah—”

The mirror in front of him suddenly shattered, and spider-web-like black lines spread out, dividing his face into countless small pieces, making it distorted.

Fūya Rei used his left hand to pry his right hand back and hastily cleaned the blood stains on it. He then rummaged through the drawers for a while and found two Band-Aids to stick on it.

No...it's a bit ugly.

He frowned, pulled it off casually and threw it into the trash can.

The black dress was a little tight and I felt a little suffocated, but unbuttoning it didn't help.

His heart was beating a little too fast, and even the most bitter coffee could not save his extremely exhausted spirit. Instead, it brought on waves of palpitations and hallucinations.

Fūya Zero rubbed his temples without any fatigue, and continued to check the following procedures according to the plan he had already made.

Tetsu Kamiya didn't like noise and preferred simplicity, such as tea, desserts and games. However, it seemed that the only things he could take into the grave were those worthless game consoles.

His apartment had been completely cleared out, and he had very few things of his own left, so he had to make do with the envelopes.

Yes, envelope.

When the letters were turned over, everyone read them word by word with unbelievable pain and repression, only to find that they contained many unknown secrets of almost everyone.

How did Tetsuya Kamiya discover so many secrets? No one knows.

The only reason I could use was what Morobushi Kagemitsu said in a hoarse voice: "The seniors have great computer skills."

The paper had turned yellow, the glue had begun to fall off, and the letter, which had never been opened since it was written, finally saw the light of day ten years later, after the owner's death.

There are secrets about the organization, gin, Scotland, bourbon, and Rye; there are Shirley, Kudo Shinichi and even some famous events that they don't understand.

There is more encouragement and enthusiasm for Tetsuya Kamiya, as if he were treating a piece of exquisite porcelain, with caution in the enthusiasm and trepidation in the praise.

Rei Furuya still remembers the first letter he found about "Bourbon". There were many exclamation marks on it, which not only hinted at his undercover identity, but also frantically shouted at Tetsuya Kamiya to stay away and not to sacrifice himself to save him.

The result, the result——

No results.

The envelopes had been stacked and sorted according to their contents. Except for the letter about Morobushi Kagemitsu, the rest were put into different small boxes, kept by him, and finally buried together.

Furutani Rei stood up and walked out. He couldn't rest yet. After checking the list, he still had to check various details to prevent the remnants of the organization from interfering with the funeral.

Just then, he suddenly heard a calm sound.

"Bourbon, shovel."

Furiya Reitake turned around, but all he saw was a green potted plant in the shadows.

뀞Bounce faster깊.

This cry is so familiar that even after ten years, he still thinks of it from time to time.

I just thought of it before because I didn't understand how Tetsuya Kamiya could accurately locate his identity from such a long distance and with so many people, and even pounce on him directly.

Tetsuya Kamiya used the excuse that he had good hearing and had no intention of reporting him. He just turned around and left as if nothing had happened.

It was for this reason that Furuya Rei completely shook his opinion of Kamiya Tetsuya's position and fell into a more daring temptation.

Thinking about it now, he could only think of the calm and trusting look in Kamiya Tetsuya's eyes when he looked at him.

It was as if she firmly believed that he would take him away...

"Bourbon, pull it up."

The voice came again, clear and present in his ears, and the sky outside became a little brighter, as if the moon was coming.

He lost Kamiya Akiaki's liqueur, and didn't even feel the slightest bit of resentment. He just looked at him with his usual calm eyes, and reached out to Furuya Rei who didn't help at all.

Fūya Rei unconsciously raised his hand, but a short whip suddenly appeared in his hand.

The short whip shone with the cold light of leather, and looked like a snake under the incandescent light, cold and terrifying. The small scales on it were not protruding, but would unfold after a move, fall onto the victim's flesh, bite hard, and tear off a piece of flesh.

He raised his head sharply, and the scene in front of him flashed again.