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Similar to the structure of the Grande, the location of the warehouse opposite the office and life is the incineration room of Allen's funeral. The incineration room was not working, only the staff rest area, which had been rearranged and decorated. It can be seen that Allen's sudden takeover of the high-end funeral was a bit hasty after all, the area that had been temporarily made into an auditorium was too shabby, and the pungent smell of fresh paint was still in the air.

But this did not affect this similar farewell ceremony, on the contrary, it was a bit of a match.

It's a strange feeling, and it seems that grief and misery are interchangeable things in republican culture. Death, of course, is sad, but is it tragic......? Anyone will die, is it necessary to have a group of people who are not dead kneeling around the coffin and crying to express 'miserable'?

It's useless to slander here, and the only person who can give an objective answer to the atmosphere of this funeral is Mo, who is a calm bystander of the staff.

Someone really asked.

Hamilton leaned against the wall with a gloomy face and approached Mo, "Where did you find these people!tsk! And who told you to add this to the process! I've seen republican funerals in the West! It's not so dramatic at all!"

It's actually dramatized, well, it's objective. After all, in normal life, you rarely see this kind of scene of a bunch of people crying together so indulgently in public, and to be honest, very shocking.

Mo glanced at Hamilton, "Are there a lot of republicans in the West?"

Hamilton probably didn't expect to invite a question, but he answered anyway, there was nothing to hide, "Quite a few, anyway." Well, you can't think that our Demon Feast is a casual decision to promote trade with the Republic, and we've been working hard to ......."

Hamilton was probably trying to say that there were a lot of 'deals' between the West and the Republic before the international trade deal went ahead.

Mo obviously didn't care about this kind of thing, waved his hand to interrupt, and didn't look at Hamilton, "On behalf of Grande, the business request I received is a traditional funeral for the Republicans, this is the tradition, the Republicans in the West may have forgotten, I can't take care of it, in Patton? Hmph, since the funeral is in my hands, this is my practice, and the things before the burial are my job." So, shut up and follow my course. ”

The corners of Hamilton's eyes twitched. He wanted to say something, but Mo didn't give him a chance, turned around and walked outside the temporary auditorium.

Because someone out there seems to need some 'help'.

When Zach found out that it was Darcy who got the media, it wasn't that the media had no effect on Grande, but it wasn't a good thing for the current Allen funeral home, right?

Allen dealt with the reporters in a rough way, and they were all locked up outside the auditorium. Just now, the door of the auditorium opened, and a funeral attendant went out silently.

Hamilton glanced in that direction and didn't continue to pester ink for two reasons. The first one is a reporter holding a camera and camera equipment outside. The second, the man, was James.

James had just stood outside the door when a flash of light almost blinded him. Having just recovered from the dazzle, his vision was filled with countless microphones and expectant eyes, and, "Why are there so many terrible cries inside?", "Is the republican funeral dress really the opposite of ours?" "The cost of this funeral was fully ...... by Mr. Fisher"

It wasn't James who answered.

"It's not out of control. Mo didn't squeeze James out of his place, but very subtly put his body in the center of the microphone, "It's a kind of ritual expression of the Republicans, 'We're not ready for your departure'." Smiling, "You have priests who say 'all good things in heaven' at the time of burial, and we have who cry 'Why did you go so early?'" "Objective smile," ceremony. Holding James with both hands and moving to the side, the question was naturally to be answered, "And then, yes, white is the color of the traditional republican funeral." It's a long story, but if you want to know, this gentleman who is deceased, for the sake of the venerable gentleman, donated a large number of books on republican culture to the Barton Library, and you can find out for yourself. Ignoring James's senseless resistance, he moved towards the main body of Allen's funeral home, "And then, yes. However, Mr. Fisher did not attend the current farewell ceremony, he was in the ...... of Lyss Yuri's private room is waiting for the white banquet after the burial. I don't know the specifics, after all, our Grande Funeral Home is directly inherited from the previous home is Allen's Funeral Home, and it is Allen who pays our Grande. "It's a matter of saying that these reporters need to know which funeral home is answering their questions.

Fragmentary questions continue to bubble up from the mouths of journalists.

Mo's gaze had already turned away, and he soon saw Sem, who was chatting with a bunch of Allen's employees, and glanced over.

Semu was self-conscious and began to attract the attention of reporters. Mo proudly immobilized James's body, broke away from the crowd, and walked towards a quiet place.

Similar to the original Grand Layout stairwell, the second floor is the living area, the first floor is the kitchen, dining room, office, basement, well, is the basement, where the corpses are stored.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the sound of something breaking.

Mur ignored it, just glanced inside as he passed by the kitchen, and it was Cyrus and Brill there, 'chatting'. Just quote a sentence to let everyone know what they're 'talking about' -- "Do you regret it? Love me forever has really become forever, are you afraid?"

Ink pushed James upstairs.

The Allen Funeral Home also has a place similar to the Grande recreation room, probably because of his own son, the recreation room is much better than the Glende, and it is now being used. Chris was playing a game with Lou Tsmich Lesembra inside. It seems that the battle is very fierce, and the screen is full of bells and whistles.

Ink probably didn't want to run around in someone else's house, so, "Chris, borrow your room." ”

"Oh. Then he reacted instantly, "Wait a minute! My room is ......."

It was late, and Ink and James had already gone in and locked the door.

"What are you going to do, Lance ......" Mo just paused as he opened his mouth with a serious expression. Because she saw the girl who was still sleeping on Chris's bed...... Tsk, there's no need to cover up for this guy, Sissi, the sleeping saint Sissi.

Mo raised his hand and drew a circle into the air, and after the faint cyan diaphragm was erected in the room, he took a deep breath and pretended not to see anything, "What do you want to do?" "It's asking why James left halfway through.

"I need fresh air, no!" James replied yes, but his eyes seemed to be missing Sissi from the bed for a moment.

We can be 'grateful' that the season is winter with a heart that is not too big to worry about - after all, it is impossible to tell what it looks like under the heavy quilt just by looking at a head that is exposed.

"Don't hide it. Mo probably thought it was not good for James to always stare at a sleeping girl, blocking James's view, "I know you can't stand the depressive atmosphere inside." Shrugging his shoulders, "I don't blame you, negative emotions are contagious, but as I just answered the reporter, that's tradition, and that's how it should be." But Mo didn't have the smile that he had just answered the reporter just now, but with a playful mockery, "If I can make you feel better, hmph, I can tell you that the republicans who are crying and crying inside and suffering for the deceased don't actually know the deceased at all, and are strangers I hired in the southeast." It's just a ritual, just like you priests, you don't know if heaven is good or not. Mo glanced sideways at the cyan diaphragm, sleeping Sissi, this is superfluous vigilance.

James was even more gloomy, "I know!"

This made Mo curious, Hamilton was skeptical of this ritual, what could James in front of him know?

It was Mo who misunderstood, and what James knew, was--"I know that none of these republicans attending the funeral have anything to do with the deceased! When the police were trying to find out what the victims had in common, they investigated the victim's social relations, and everyone there had no relationship with the victim! The only thing they had in common was the republicans!"

"Oh. Mo raised an eyebrow, not very concerned, she deliberately brought James here to say, "Then you have nothing to feel uncomfortable about, you know those people are not grieving, they are just being treated by me, en." "Pay attention to Mo's words, there is something important," intimidated, and then, was paid. You don't need to get into trouble because of their performance, and you don't need to blame yourself for not solving the case as a police officer. Mo didn't want to care about the change in James's expression after she said 'intimidation', and the point she was about to say was only now out, "Facing the reporter with self-blame, you are asking for trouble." You know very well what their gang will ask you when they satisfy their curiosity about the funeral. And you, there is nothing to tell them. ”

Here's Mo's pure complaint, "You're going to be upset, and then you're going to take your upset to Grande, and then Zach, my boss, is likely to ask me questions I don't want to answer." You're bad, everyone is bad. Looking at James, "Do you want your momentary upset to upset everybody?"

James stared at Mo, extremely gloomy and childish, "I, start, no, find, Zack, help, investigate, now, no, later, no!!"

Mo gave James a roll of his eyes, "Don't be stupid. Belch. "Don't be so naïve, you may not want to admit it, but Zach is already helping you, unless you don't even want to admit Wes, your new partner." And. "A little helpless," Zach has encountered some inexplicable things in the past few days in order to help you, if you go to him with this attitude, I promise, you will be even more uncomfortable. ”

Mo is probably talking about Zach's constant encounter with the bus on Route 27. Speaking of helping Wes investigate the case, isn't that the main reason why Zach keeps going out these days.

James was very James, "I don't care what happened to him!"

"Hmph. Mo looked at James and shook his head, too lazy to dwell on the question, "Remind you, it's not the most difficult now, after the burial, everyone will go to Lis...... Tsk!" Mo pouted, she kept saying wrong, "After the Yuri Hotel, the atmosphere will take a complete turn, no one will cry, no one will talk about anything about the deceased, you will find that the Republicans are ten thousand times better than you Federalists are able to adapt to death." ”

Mo showed a look of disgust in an instant, and perhaps someone noticed what Mo said to Hamilton before, the process before the burial was her job, the tradition she wanted to present, and the things after the burial, that is, the process after using up Grande's cemetery, were Hamilton's casual.

I remember that when Mo told Zack about the republic's funeral yesterday, when mentioning that the republics would go to the Yuri Hotel for a banquet, she also said that it was something that Allen's funeral home had to deal with, she didn't care, but the reason she said to Zack was that it would be embarrassing to meet Maitreya, combined with the above she said that she didn't want Zack to ask what she didn't want to answer, obviously she was hiding something. But apparently she couldn't say what she was hiding now, "When the time comes, those reporters won't be afraid of anything because they are affected by the death, are you ready to respond to their questions about these cases?"

James tilted his head irritably, muffled, "I have a copy of Darcy's manuscript. ”

Ink wasn't Zach and wouldn't remind James to be professionally respectful to Darcy, so he rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Just be prepared." After speaking, he looked back at the Saint Sissi, who was still asleep, and shook his head, "Go out, if you don't have anything to do, go and help distribute the ...... that you want to give to your relatives."

Mo didn't finish speaking, and her and James's eyes looked at Sissi at the same time. Because Sissi sat up suddenly, staring at the wall next to Chris's single bed, in the direction of the entrance to Allen's funeral home.

The heavy cup began to slide down on the shoulders of the erected girl.

Two things happened at the same time, one was Mo's hand that quickly blocked James's eyes, and the other was Sissi, who suddenly turned in the direction of the two of them: "Who's there!!" accompanied by a golden light.

The cyan diaphragm shook and shattered, and Mo, who was covering James's eyes, pursed his lips and raised his hand to Sissi's......

Sissi grabbed the slippery cup in shock, "Why are you here?!Where's Chris!!"

"Playing games in the recreation room with Zach's Lesembra. Mur replied very honestly and objectively, and of course, the hand covering James's eyes remained.

"Boys are pigs!!"

Regardless of the girl's sigh, and with a little respect for this saint, let's skip the three seconds of the gold and clothes flying in a mess.

Ink dropped his hand blocking James' vision, and Sissi was already standing neatly in front of the two of them, shrouded in gold, unusually dazzling.

Without waiting for Mo and James to consciously say goodbye and retreat.

"Alpha and the Vampire Clan Ancestor are here! What are they doing here?!"

"Benjamin and Mokawi?" Ink's reaction was quicker and more accurate, because at the same time as her confirmation appeared, "Benjamin and Zach?" - an instinctive reaction from James that made the detective ashamed.

Sissi just threw out her eyes, it sounded like these two didn't know, so what else was there to say, every moment she spent here would breed the urge to stuff her boyfriend into hell!, so, "Tell Chris that if I don't get his apology, don't want to see me again!!" and, "Tell anyone! You guys!" "Go to hell?" Don't let me down, we know enough about Ink and James's attitude towards the faith of the Holy Lord, and enough about Saint Sissi, so if the Saint threatens the two people in front of him, the real curse is, "I'll tear your souls to a thousand pieces!!"

Dazzling in the golden light, also disappearing in the golden light.

Cut a perspective.

In the car parked in front of Allen's funeral house, when Benjamin personally helped unbuckle his seat belt, Mokawi looked regretful, "Oh ~ the saint left ~ she should have participated in the saying~"

Benjamin, "Hehe, her loss." ”