Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Chapter 112 A Necessary Evil

Checking the list on the phone, the location was this somewhat deserted-looking gym.

Calling it a gym is actually a bit of an exaggeration for this rather old blue-tiled bungalow in front of him. If it weren't for the wooden board with "I Dedicated to the Iron Gym" written in bold ink hanging at the door, Baihe Sanhui might have had to search this alley for a while.

"Huh... this is it."

Taking a deep breath, Kashiwa Sanhui knocked on the door solemnly.

After a while, an old woman pushed the door open and walked in. She looked haggard and thin, and it was obvious that she was malnourished to a certain extent.

“…Who are you?”

"Hello, I'm a researcher at Tokyo Medical University. I'm visiting you to learn something about your child."

Baihe Sanhui made up a special story, but it couldn't really be said to be a story, because he did have this identity.

"...Okay, please come in."

The old man didn't hesitate and pushed the door open to let Baihe Sanhui in.

The gym in front of us is actually completely abandoned.

There was no large-scale lighting facility inside, only a small solar lamp hanging in a corner of the huge room. That corner seemed to be where the elderly lived, and was filled with pots, pans, and plastic buckets for water.

A simple wooden bed was placed next to it, a priest's bench was simply modified to serve as a dining table and kitchen, and a small bundle of kelp was soaked in a basin.

In addition to this, there are many dusty fitness equipment, including power racks, barbells and weight plates, Smith chairs... There is even a photo of a very strong Neon man and Schwarzenegger, which is enlarged and hung on the wall like a flag.

"That's my son, Junpei."

The old woman seemed a little numb. She sat casually on the ground and began to recall her memories.

"He used to love fitness, and he built up a lot of muscle all over his body, and even went to the United States to participate in competitions."

"Even though it was just a participation award, he was still very proud of it for a long time. He also hung up the photo with Bai Lao himself. He passed away so hastily that he didn't prepare a posthumous portrait. You guys took him away, so he's using it as a posthumous portrait for now."

Kashiwa Sanhui was silent, leaning against the wall, looking carefully at the photo on the wall, the Japanese man with the brightest smile, trying to find any differences from his memory.

"Even though we suddenly became poor and his business closed, I am still very proud of him. When we walk down the street together, no mother feels more secure than me because my son is super strong and loves me very much."

Whether it's the muscle lines, the burns on the collarbone, or the marks on the side of the chest...

Kashiwa Sanhui swallowed his saliva, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

The seventh one, against...

"You are a medical student, aren't you? Could you tell me..."

Baihe Sanhui didn't dare to meet the old man's presbyopic eyes that were filled with sadness, but he couldn't help but look at the old man's trembling, wrinkled face.

"Can you tell me why this happened to my son, who is so healthy and strong?"

Two people, one old and one young, sat facing each other in silence, both with tears streaming down their faces and trembling.

……

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

For three days, Kashiwa Sanhui traveled all over Japan, visiting every family according to the list given by Takemiya, and confirming the dead one by one.

Neither Xiangzi nor the Four Little Ones, nor the Mygo faction nor Li Xiao, who was most familiar with Baihe Sanhui, could contact him.

But it can't be said that they have lost contact. Wu Jianmiao has an online document that is updated almost every two or three hours, with an extra column added after the deceased's name.

[confirm].

No one knows the meaning of this, not Wu Jianmiao, and not Li Xiao who went to Wu Jianmiao to look for someone.

However, if you don’t know, then don’t know. All you know is that this was updated by Kashiwa Sanhui, and that guy is not dead.

It was a rainy day, and it seemed as if God was also saddened by the death of Yamayoshi Masaru, an honest and upright bureaucrat.

Li Xiao greeted his mentor whom he had not seen for a long time. The two of them stood in the rain with black umbrellas at the door of the tax office, waiting for that person to appear.

Kashiwa Sanhui was always very punctual. When he appeared in front of the two of them with an unshaven beard, disheveled clothes, a pair of bloodshot eyes deep in their eye sockets, and an extremely decadent look, the memorial service for Mr. Yamayoshi Masaru had not yet officially begun.

"...What's wrong?" At this time, the instructor didn't bother to greet or scold anyone, but asked very gently.

I think this is the first time this guy has done this?

"……let's go."

After casually parking the rented car in a roadside parking space, Baihe Sanhui staggered to the door of the tax office alone. The staff responsible for entertaining guests were a little dumbfounded. Although this guy did have an invitation letter, such an unpresentable guy was really not suitable to appear in such an occasion, right?

"Sir, would you like to rest for a while? You are so tired from traveling so far, it is really not appropriate for you to pay your respects to the old man."

Baihe Sanhui didn't say anything. He glared at the staff coldly, slammed the invitation letter in his hand on the table, and then walked towards the mourning hall alone.

"Go ahead, Xiao, and watch him until he doesn't cause any trouble."

The tutor had a headache as he had to be busy entertaining his colleagues and also help endorse the hospital where the old man died as requested by Baihe Sanhui. After the memorial service, he had to go back to the college to hold a meeting to establish the research project.

I can't split myself into two, so I really don't have time to comfort Kashiwa Sanhui.

In the mourning hall, the old man's family members sat on both sides of the spirit tablet and the coffin, while the guests who came to pay their respects sat in the rows of chairs in front.

At this moment, Sanji Gashuin, who was completely dumbfounded and had obviously lost a lot of weight, was sitting at the very end. His exposed arms were full of needle marks left by the glucose drip. He was being taken care of by the old man's secretary.

Li Xiao sat next to Baihe Sanhui with some worry. Even holding his hand, an act that would normally be slapped away, was completely ignored by Baihe Sanhui.

She just looked at the old man's portrait, her lips moving as she silently recited the messages to the wreaths on both sides of the memorial tablet.

"Kezi, why don't we go back first..."

Being ignored, Kashiwa Sanhui seemed not to blink for a long time.

"Have a good sleep and come back later..."

Still being ignored, Kashiwa Sanhui's grief-stricken appearance began to attract the attention of some guests and family members.

"How sad! I'm afraid this is a student that the old man sponsored during his lifetime..."

"But I'm much more grief-stricken than the family members sitting next to me. This is true sadness. I can't even cry..."

"Look at that guy in the corner. He's the notorious idiot. But after the old man died, he was so heartbroken that he became stupid. Even though he doesn't have much ability, he still has a filial heart..."

Whispering began to get lively until the secretary stood on the podium with microphone in hand, and the situation was gradually brought under control.

"Good morning, guests and family members."

"Mr. Yamayoshi Masaru has truly passed away with great misfortune. Even Heaven can shed tears over the loss of such an honest and upright man..."

Li Xiao had no intention of listening to the secretary's eulogy. All his attention was on Baihe Sanhui, who looked almost dead.

I could even vaguely hear Kashiwa Sanhui's almost inaudible mumbling.

"sorry Sorry……"

"I have to do this... I have to..."

"This is... necessary..."