Chapter 235 Art Museum Murder Incident
Faced with Fujimaru Mountain's question, Amber opened her mouth, and then slowly said after a long time: "Because the real sun has already set."
"So this is ah…"
Fujimaruyama smiled in relief and slowly closed his eyes.
In the following time, the party continued, and everyone was enjoying themselves. Especially when Amber secretly took out the cigarettes and wine, the atmosphere reached its strongest point.
But no matter how happy the time is, it will eventually come to an end. As the nurses enter, the old friends also return to their wards.
Amber took Fujimaruyama to the director's office.
"This matter is a bit difficult to handle. Fujimaru's situation is a bit complicated. He cannot be released back into society until he is confirmed to have recovered."
The bald middle-aged man looked troubled.
boom!
Amber took out a stack of money and put it on the table, "Is it enough?"
"Haha, you really know how to joke..."
The man pushed up his glasses and leaned back, "This little money is not enough for one day's medical expenses."
"What about adding this?"
Amber took out another knife.
"What are you doing..."
Before he could finish his words, under the man's astonished gaze, the knife that was so sharp just now was bent at 90 degrees.
"I like to be reasonable. Director Qiaoxi should also be a reasonable person, right?"
"Uh, right."
"Then give him a recovery certificate."
"This...money..."
"Hmph, take the flowers."
Half an hour later, the two figures walked out of Qingshan Hospital smoothly.
"You don't have anything?"
Amber looked at Fujimaruyama's empty hands and couldn't help but ask.
"No."
Fujimaruyama shook his head, then looked up at the sky, "The moonlight is so beautiful today."
After hearing the words, Amber also looked over and saw a silver disk hanging high in the sky. The white moonlight covered the whole world with a layer of silver.
"She's very beautiful, but why are you taking off your clothes?"
Next to him, Fujimaruyama had only a pair of underwear left.
"I want to wear moonlight on my body."
He came to the road and said, "An Baijun, how much is my monthly salary?"
"depend on mood."
Of course Amber won't stop others from doing what they want to do. At most, she will keep a distance.
"Oh, do you care about food and housing?"
Fujimaruyama continued to ask, fortunately the place here is relatively remote, and it is night again, otherwise he would probably have been taken away.
"Of course."
"very nice."
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Shinjuku City, Inside the Everything House.
Kumamoto Ermen secretly opened the door and saw that Amber was the only one there. He breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
"Amber, your new guy is a little weird. I saw him talking to a dog yesterday."
"Huh? What's weird about this?"
Amber looked away from the comic.
"No, that's not what I'm talking about..."
Mr. Kumamoto organized his language, "He...he was communicating with a dog as if he were a human being. Would a normal person do this?"
"That's not surprising. At most, he's just a bit lonely in character."
Amber put down the book and said, "Brother Kumamoto, we haven't had a drink for a long time. Would you like some later?"
"Ha...haha, I'd better not take this anymore. I'll be in trouble if the beauty finds out."
Kumamoto Ernan was obviously moved, but he didn't dare to agree.
"Tch, it's boring."
Amber's disdainful eyes made Mr. Kumamoto want to be tough. His chest was heaving, but in the end he still didn't dare to agree, so he had to run back to his store.
Just when Amber thought she could enjoy comics quietly, Fujimaruyama came back, bringing with him an old man with a long beard.
"Mr. Amber, this old gentleman needs help."
Fujimaruyama said with a serious face.
"Then let's talk."
Amber put down the book helplessly and looked at the old man who followed him in.
He was wearing a brown suit that looked a little old, with threads exposed in many places. It was obvious that they had not been cleaned during sewing.
Such a person really doesn't look like he's rich.
"this…"
The old man clasped his hands behind his back, with some hesitation on his face. Amber was too young, which made him feel very unreliable.
"Don't worry, An Baijun is a very capable person."
Fujimaruyama advised from the side.
"Oh, actually it doesn't matter if you talk about it."
The old man sat down slowly and began to tell his story.
His surname is Luohe, and he is the director of an art museum. He sounds very majestic, but in fact he just helps wealthy people deal with daily maintenance and some emergencies during the exhibition.
Luohe originally thought he could work in the art museum until the day he died, but recently, the rich man sold the place due to poor management of the company.
The businessman who originally took over made a good promise and said he would keep it as it was, but within a few days, he planned to demolish the art gallery and turn it into a restaurant.
Luohe couldn't accept this kind of thing at all.
"That's what it is."
He let out a long sigh, and his whole back buckled.
"It's not too much trouble, but how much are you willing to pay?"
When discussing business, negotiate price first. This is Amber's principle.
"As for money..."
Luohe's face looked a little ugly, "I'm sorry, because my wife fell ill last year and my son died in an accident more than ten years ago. I really can't get the money now."
"That's right, then there's no need to talk about it."
Amber turned her attention back to the comics.
"excuse me."
There was no entanglement in Luohe, let alone no misfortune, just like when he came.
Fujimaruyama's lips twitched, and finally he sat across from Amber without saying a word.
"What do you want to say?"
"I want to help him, and the money will be deducted from my future salary."
"Then tell me first why you want to help him, and give me a reason. If it's just out of pure kindness, I will deduct all your salary for this month!"
"Do you need a reason to help others?"
"Don't you need it?"
"do you need?"
"Okay, let's not dwell on this. Fujimaru-kun, if you want me to work for nothing, you have to express your own thoughts. Are you the boss or am I the boss?"
"You're the boss."
Fujimaruyama thought for a while, and finally said slowly: "I just think that the things he cherishes should not be trampled on so easily."
"Oh shit!"
Amber suddenly regretted bringing this guy out, "What will you do if I don't help?"
"I'll just figure it out myself."
Fujimaruyama paused and said, "You won't go to jail for a psychotic murderer. Just deal with the guy who wants to sell the art museum."
"You are really excellent."
Amber laughed angrily, "Just this time, it won't happen again!"
"Thanks!"
Fujimaruyama bowed respectfully, "Amber-kun, in fact, the real sun never sets. At this moment, you are the sun."
"No, you are."