Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 124 This is your money for selling yourself, keep it safe.
The next morning, the three of them changed into black clothes and headed to the police station.

After learning the purpose of the three people's visit, the police immediately completed the relevant procedures.

First, an investigation report on the accident was issued, which clearly stated that Jia Yezi's parents died on the spot from being crushed by a boulder.

The entire car, from the bottom to the roof, was turned into a small pancake, so there was practically no pain involved.

This is somewhat regrettable.

Secondly, there is the need for a signed confirmation that Jia Yezi is an adult and has independent civil liability.

Throughout the signing process, Jia Yezi's expression remained calm, as if she were signing some insignificant document.

It was as if the two corpses inside had nothing to do with her, which initially surprised the police.

However, they didn't ask any further questions, since the human body has a wound protection mechanism that is automatically activated when faced with something too sad.

Emotions often erupt completely after an event has occurred and some time has passed.

What they didn't know was that Jia Yezi wasn't sad at all; on the contrary, she seemed a little uneasy because of the complexity of the procedure, fearing that she would make a mistake.

"These are the bodies of Miss Jia Yezi's parents."

There were no words about seeing him one last time, because he was too ashamed to face anyone. The police just gave him a perfunctory explanation.

In fact, the fact that the three of them did not choose to go in and look actually relieved them.

It was indeed quite tragic, and it could easily scare people.

If problems arise after they go in and take a look, it will actually be a hassle for them.

At the morgue's belongings collection area, Jia Yezi stood at the window collecting her parents' belongings.

"These are the belongings of Mr. and Mrs. Matsukawa Saya. Ms. Kawamata, please check them."

A gold-plated bracelet, two old wallets, and the bank card I took from Xiao Fujiang yesterday, which I haven't even had a chance to warm up yet.

There are also some miscellaneous, meaningless junk items.

The only thing that's somewhat useful is probably a dirty, deformed property ownership certificate.

Jia Yezi calmly took the belongings, removed the bank card from them, and handed it to Fu Jiang.

"Fujiang, this is your money."

Looking at the bank card Jia Yezi handed him, he reached out and pinched her cheek.

"This is the money you received for selling yourself; keep it safe."

Jia Yezi blinked blankly. My money for selling myself? Why should I get my money for selling myself?

Seeing this, Fu Jiang took the bank card and stuffed it into her inner breast pocket with a bad temper.

Are you taking these with you?

Looking at the remaining belongings, Jia Yezi shook her head.

"Throw everything except the property certificate."

Under the astonished gaze of the police, Fujang casually threw Jia Yezi's parents' belongings into the trash can.

Isn't this girl a little too cold?
After going through a series of procedures, including signing a compensation agreement, in the afternoon, two dark urns were taken out by funeral home staff.

After confirming the funeral arrangements with the funeral home staff, the most troublesome issue now arises: notifying relatives to attend the funeral.

Jia Yezi's parents are rather beastly, but even the most beastly people have their own interpersonal relationships.

Sitting on the steps, looking at the information about her parents and relatives handed to her by the police, Jia Yezi turned her head blankly to look at Utakayo.

"Make a call and let them know. Those who want to come can come, and those who don't can leave it at that. We'll bury them in two days and that'll be it."

"Uh-huh."

Upon receiving the instructions, Jia Yezi began making calls one by one from the list. "Who? Is Kawamata Hiroo dead? Oh, so be it."

Unexpectedly, the first call went wrong. After hearing the news of Hiroo Kawamata's death, the other party said a few words impatiently and then hung up the phone.

It's easy to imagine what kind of reputation Hiroo Kawamata had among his friends and family.

I made a few more calls after that, but the best I got was a simple "I understand" and that was it.

Jia Yezi seemed oblivious to the emotions conveyed on the phone and continued dialing.

It wasn't until the call reached Matsukawa Saya's family that things started to get a little normal.

"Saya is dead? You are..."

"I am Kawamata Yoshiyuki."

Jia Yezi herself didn't realize that she was only stating her own name, but unwilling to talk about her relationship with Matsukawa Saya.

Perhaps deep down, she was completely disappointed when her mother tried to sell her off like a commodity.

"Kawamata? Ah. You're that child. I know, we'll get through this."

After ending the call, this was the only person out of more than twenty calls who clearly indicated they wanted to come, but apart from knowing that the other party shared the same surname as Matsukawa Saya, there was no other information.

However, later that evening, an unexpected guest arrived at the funeral home.

"Haruko-nee, what brings you here?"

Haruko Higa glanced at the composed Kayoko and thought to herself, "I've been keeping the police watching you guys because I was afraid you, my little girlfriend, would cause some big trouble, so I came to check on you."
Haruko Higa knew that her parents had taken her away. In fact, there were police officers lurking downstairs, ready to take action. However, since it was her mother, they couldn't just treat her like a criminal and kill her on the spot.

Just as the police were about to lose their temper and take action, Xiao Fujiang struck first.

However, judging from Jia Yezi's current situation, it's clear that she was overthinking things.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Given Jia Yezi's parents' situation, it would be rare for Jia Yezi to feel sad.

"Aren't you planning to issue an obituary?"

Uta Kasyapa shook his head.

"Just do it quickly and that'll suffice."

Upon hearing this, Haruko glanced at Kayoko, who was asking Fukie for advice.

"Although it may be inappropriate to say it like this, both funerals and weddings are for the living to see. Kasyapa, there are some things you may never be able to give her in your lifetime. But if you plan to stay with her, there are some necessary signals that need to be sent to the outside world."

Haruko's words startled Uta Kayo, while Fue glanced thoughtfully at the bewildered Kayano.

“She makes a good point, so let’s issue an obituary.”

Less than an hour after the obituary was sent out, a large, dark crowd arrived at the funeral home.

The Inoue family was the first to arrive, with Inoue Izumi bringing several of his direct descendants to the scene.

With his discerning eye, he could naturally see the strange family structure of Uta Kasyapa and his two companions.

In an ordinary family, if the mistress's elders passed away, Inoue Izumi certainly wouldn't personally show up.

But this place wouldn't work. The scene of Fu Jiang getting furious over Jia Yezi on the pedestrian street was still fresh in everyone's mind. Considering Fu Jiang's constitution, Inoue Izumi probably guessed something and chose to lead the team himself.

"Senior Izumi, I didn't expect you to come in person."

As for why he used "senior" instead of "grandfather," it was mainly because Inoue Izumi didn't want to create too much of a generational gap between himself and Fukue, and their relationship also made it inappropriate to address each other that way.

"I'm an old man with plenty of time. Miss Jia Yezi, please accept my condolences."

As he spoke, Inoue Izumi nodded to Kayoko, who quickly bowed in return.

Following closely behind Inoue Izumi, more and more mourners arrived at the funeral home.

(End of this chapter)