In fact, before Chu Ge encountered Liang Yongping on the deserted island, he had already thought of many things that were far from pleasant. The appearance of Liang Yongping, coupled with those brief exchanges, basically confird the suspicions in his heart. Later, with the appearance of the "old man," all the truths finally erged completely.
Yes, before heading to that island, Liang Yongping must have already been in contact with the "old man," undoubtedly concerning Chu Ge's safety issues.
Unfortunately... Liang Yongping did not get the answer he was hoping for. So when Liang Yongping t Chu Ge, he said those words, inadvertently revealing such emotions.
So things, even if you already know there is a high probability of the result beforehand, when that result is laid out before you, you still can't remain calm. At that ti, Liang Yongping was clearly in such a state.
This also ans that the "old man" didn't want Chu Ge to reappear. It was the case then, and it is even more so now. Thus, this beca the biggest reason for the "old man" to arrange a morial service for Chu Ge.
Heh... This truly aligns with the "old man's" usual style of swift and decisive action.
Chu Ge's lips curled into an arc of unknown aning. Surely, even though theoretically, he shouldn't have returned so soon, asures must have been taken at all entrances and exits of Lidu and Kyoto to guard against any potential incidents?
Well... No matter how imaginative the "old man" was, he surely wouldn't have thought that he would return to the city of Lidu riding a great white shark, would he?
Once the "old man" found him, he would surely try to reason and persuade him with emotion, and in the na of the "greater good," make him disappear from the public eye. The maximum courtesy would likely be allowing him to leave with the person he deed most important, wouldn't it?
If that were really the case, heh... that would truly be a rare gift.
Further, if he did choose that, then...
"Hey, young man?"
The voice of the taxi driver, Master Li, interrupted Chu Ge's train of thought. Coming back to reality, he couldn't help but mock himself. Was he still capable of being absent-minded? It seed he was truly absorbed in thought just now.
Through the car window, what appeared before Chu Ge's eyes was the Tianjiao Building, a place very familiar to him and where he initially crossed paths with Qin Ruojing. Master Li's call was a reminder that they had arrived at the destination.
Chu Ge remained silent for a few seconds, and Master Li didn't dare urge him. Even though the trendous pressure had long vanished, he hadn't forgotten how initially that pressure made it hard for him to breathe. Being patient with such a peculiar passenger seed wise.
"Sorry, I won't get out here now. Could you please take to the funeral ho?"
"Uh..." Master Li was, unsurprisingly, at a loss. He blinked and made a sound symbolizing his confusion.
You wouldn't believe it, but this forty-sothing-year-old man's expression was quite endearing now.
"Let's go." Chu Ge smiled, silently adding in his heart, "I am going to attend my own morial service."
Chu Ge had never been soone who allowed himself to be the plaything of so-called "fate." He wasn't before, and in many contemplative and handling manners, he was fundantally different from other mbers of "Bailei." Now... he certainly wasn't.
Even if everything was just as he had thought monts ago, if this morial service was really arranged by the "old man" knowing he was still alive, and if the "old man" were to offer him a utopia, even if through bargaining that utopia could turn into a new identity that wasn't entirely unacceptable, shouldn't he be asked for his opinion first?
"Screech—"
The taxi ca to a stop.
Just like the incessant voice coming through the car's intercom earlier, the funeral ho was indeed bustling now, with various black luxury cars forming a long line.
The slightly less prestigious ones were the cars of city leaders, as funny as it might sound, it was the truth. A hundred ters from the funeral ho's entrance, barricades were set up, and a few ard police officers stood with a sacred, inviolable dignity. Their posture was as straight as a pine tree, and their sharp gazes swept around like hawks.
Theoretically least likely to appear here, and the one who should most be tagged as a "suspicious individual" by those officers, Chu Ge got out of the car, wearing casual attire entirely out of place with the funeral ho's atmosphere, and strutted over.
"Is this kid crazy? What is he doing here stirring trouble? Dressed like that, he's strolling under the police's noses. Doesn't it look like he's trying to crash the party? Does he really think those police officers' eyes are just for decoration?"
Looking at Chu Ge's bright yellow knitted hoodie with a large pouch at the belly, paired with khaki seven-quarter-length casual pants with nurous large pockets, and the red sandals with black stripes on his feet, the taxi driver's eyes twitched, forming such thoughts in his mind.
Master Li couldn't help but think this way; such an outfit is bursting with a strong vacation vibe. If worn at an amusent park or a beach or a park, it'd definitely be fine, but at a funeral ho... that vacation vibe turns undeniably into a suspicious one.
However, just then, Master Li's eyes twitched fiercely again. He thought he must be seeing things; those police officers didn't stop that peculiar young man, and the guy swaggered right through?
This bizarre scene stirred a strong suspicion and curiosity in Master Li's heart. But as soon as he had thoughts like "Could those police officers really have eye issues?" he noticed all their eyes were swiftly directed towards him, filled with scrutiny and vigilance.
Feeling a shiver, Master Li mumbled a frustrated "Why?" and quickly hit the gas, leaving this troubleso place.
Of course, even in his wildest dreams, Master Li couldn't imagine the passenger he had just picked up had powerful or rather abnormal abilities. Forget about just wandering in front of police at a funeral ho in casual wear; even sneaking into the White House and leaving a "Was here" note on ******'s desk wouldn't be a problem.
Entering the funeral ho, Chu Ge asked soone, "Where is Chu Ge's morial service being held?" though he found this question quite strange. Despite the other party's severe doubt about his attire, thanks to his abilities, he quickly got an answer.
Dressed in his lively casual outfit, he walked step by step towards the mourning hall, feeling that this place was less solemn and more deadening. He couldn't deny that this feeling... was really odd.
Soon, a song theoretically ant to make people feel sad and tearful made its way into his ears, but it only made Chu Ge feel increasingly amused. If he rembered correctly, the na of this tune was "Do Not Think of Returning."
Hmm, not returning? What a joke! Buddy is back!
No matter who crafted this morial service or what the underlying motive was, buddy is back, openly and grandly!
Though there were people specifically responsible for vigilance along his path and at the mourning hall's entrance to prevent any unnecessary incidents, for the current Chu Ge, dealing with them was as easy as a flick of his fingers.
Effortlessly rendering those black-clad n at the door oblivious to his presence, standing like wooden stakes, Chu Ge stepped into the hall.
This was a very spacious hall, with nearly a hundred people dressed in black. Although Chu Ge knew this was a sign of respect for the deceased, truthfully, he couldn't help but find humor in a black society-like eting vibe. Oh, right, there's no mafia in Hua Country, only criminal groups "with mafia-like qualities."
Has my buddy got quite the connections? Knowing he's dead, this many people have co?
Looking at the sea of black backs, Chu Ge amusingly thought, noticing that no one paid him any heed. He didn't rush to cause any excitent; instead, he leisurely listened to the tune "Do Not Think of Returning," casually eyeing the mourning hall.
An image of Chu Ge hung prominently above, adorned with black silk ribbons tied in bows on the top edge. The black silk divided evenly across the sides of the fra, with a large character "morial" inscribed below.
Overall, it was dignified, solemn, and the only slightly atmosphere-altering aspect was that even in the portrait, Chu Ge's mouth curled up in a faint, carefree smirk.
No way to help it, finding a photo of Chu Ge looking solemn or stern is as hard as finding real fresh seafood depicted so appetizingly on a "Fish and Shrimp Noodles" packaging.
With embroidered banners hanging high on the sides, surrounded by wreaths, a tribute table was laid with dishes and fruits, along with two high-burning incense candles, filling the air with the fragrance of chrysanthemums and the sll of burning incense.
Perhaps... the organizers couldn't obtain Chu Ge's remains, or the body used as his was too grueso to bear, hence no coffin appeared in the mourning hall.
Standing behind the crowd, Chu Ge surveyed the scene thoroughly. Even so, at that mont, none of the attendees noticed his arrival.
This was understandable, given he hadn't caused a commotion while the air was filled with "Do Not Think of Returning" music. Moreover, it was a mont of silence, with everyone bowing their heads, eyes closed, hands interlocked on their chests, imrsed in the sad atmosphere.
Being a presence wholly out of place amidst the sad mood, a nearly mischievous idea suddenly burst forth in Chu Ge's mind.
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