Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 710 Acting for Heaven
At noon the next day, Fujiwara took a car arranged by Bellmode and arrived at the gate of a high-end residential area in Houston. He looked at the three-story villa inside and muttered in his heart:
"It's finally time to make a decision."

After sighing for a while, Fujiwara asked the driver to go back first and come back in the evening. He turned around and walked into the door of the villa.

When he got off the bus, the driver asked respectfully: "Do you need me to wait, sir?" Fujiwara shook his head and signaled the driver to come back in the evening. "Come back in the evening." He said in a calm tone.

Turning around and walking into the heavy door, Fujiwara felt even heavier. His steps were slow but determined, and with every step he took, the important decision he was about to make echoed in his mind: "It's finally time to make a decision..."

When he entered the villa, he was greeted by an indescribable smell of medicine. It was a mixture of disinfectant and medicine, which made people frown. Expensive works of art were hung on both sides of the corridor, and the carpet underfoot was thick and soft, almost silent when stepped on.

The entourage led him to a simple bedroom. The medical equipment in the bedroom was humming, and next to an electrocardiogram machine, several doctors in white coats were discussing nervously. They saw Fujiwara enter and immediately stopped talking.

"Sir, the patient's condition is deteriorating. We recommend transferring him to a more equipped facility for better care."

(Sir, the patient's condition is deteriorating. We recommend that he be transferred to a better-equipped place for treatment.)
Fujiwara did not respond to the doctor's suggestion, but stared straight at the man on the hospital bed.

The entourage immediately understood his intention. They hastily waved to the doctors, signaling them to leave the room.

The doctors exchanged worried looks, but followed the instructions and exited the room. The door slowly closed, leaving Fujiwara and the old man on the bed.

Fujiwara approached the bed and looked at the unusually calm face.

The man on the hospital bed was lying weakly on the bed with a respirator. Life seemed to be passing by with every breath. The "didi" sound from the electrocardiograph was particularly clear and harsh, echoing in the quiet room.

The man's appearance was different from what he expected. He was a bit young. It was impossible to tell that the man was nearly a hundred years old. It seemed that he was also one of the beneficiaries of aptx. However, the first generation of drugs did not seem to be able to make him return to his youth. Can withstand the erosion of time.

However, with his wealth and strength, he has lived enough in this life (although he does not think so) and has already enjoyed enough of what he should enjoy, so there is nothing wrong with dying, and he should die too.

People often say that death is the fairest thing in the world, but who knows that even death varies greatly from person to person.

Some people worked hard for half their lives, not only emptied their own wealth, but also left a lot of debts to their surviving relatives, causing them to spend half their lives paying off the debts, and then their lives were worse than death because of the hard work along the way.

Some people have lived pampered for half their lives. Even when they are old, they can enjoy regular conditioning and blood transfusions, and even have an organ bank that can be replaced at any time. Even if they are over fifty years old, they are still alive and well. Even if they die, they will only I will hate myself for not enjoying enough
Fujiwara had no memory of Renya Karasuma, and he didn't know what the original person thought of him, so he stayed up all night and couldn't find a perfect way to deal with him. As for hatred, there seems to be no hatred.

After all, he had defeated him before he took action, and even the few people he trusted the most were already his subordinates, so it was absolutely impossible for him to make a comeback.

As for favor, it seems there is none.

Even though he may have made efforts or planned a plan to catch up with the Ooka family, but to fully control the Ooka family, he did not rely on the power of the organization, but his own ability and planning.

So in some respects, he actually doesn't have much to do with him. Even if his former subordinates drugged Conan, killed Mingmei, and made Mary smaller, it was not his instructions. It was all caused by the actions of his subordinates. result.

There was the Xuanwumen Incident in ancient times, and it was the prince's group who took the initiative to cause trouble, which led Li Er to directly stage a coup and kill the King of Qi and the prince, forcing Li Yuan to give up the throne.

But we can't think of any reason why he has to do this. Even if he wants revenge, he can't even find any particularly suitable reason.

"Asshole, you can't do it even if you have a good reputation."

Fujiwara thought about it for a long time. It wasn't until the sun hung in the west at dusk that he suddenly realized that he had done it completely wrong.

As the saying goes, the butt decides the stance. Before, he had been thinking from the perspective of the future successor of the organization, which completely led him astray. He is not only the successor of the organization, but also an ordinary person with sound morals, and even more so as Detective Conan. Fans have heard and witnessed how many people along the way have lost their families and their wives because of the black organization. Why can't they seek justice for this group of people?

If Renye Karasuma hadn't acquiesced to those people, how could a scientist whose little daughter was about to be born be deceived and abducted to bring his pregnant wife to work; if it hadn't been for him, how could a high-spirited high school detective be forced to hide the childhood sweetheart he had known for many years? ; If not for him, how could a father commit suicide on the spot to protect his daughter?
Thinking about this, Fujiwara became more and more angry. He stood up and unplugged the power cord of the ventilator. He witnessed with his own eyes the whole process of the man frowning, opening his eyes in surprise, begging for help, and finally dying in despair. He watched the whole process without saying a word and coldly. The other party's lips turned black before he slowly stood up, clapped his hands, turned off the buzzing electrocardiogram, and left the villa with satisfaction.

It was already dark after walking out of the villa, but at this moment Fujiwara felt that his heart was extremely bright.

Not long ago, he was still planning how to destroy the organization's unethical laboratories and previous gray businesses, so that the organization would become completely new in his own hands. As a result, he almost became so greedy that he lost sight of the rules he had set for himself in the beginning - never Tolerating unreasonable crimes and turning a blind eye to extenuating cases has never meant to exploit criminals for profit.

It’s not like he can’t make money through formal methods, and he already makes enough money that he won’t be able to spend it all in a few lifetimes. Besides, leaving aside the black organizations, Karasuma Group’s formal business is also very profitable, and he is completely There is no need to remember that broken organization.

As long as you can live happily, everything else is dispensable. The only thing I care about is those people who are drifting away for various reasons.
Xiao Ai was okay. I heard that she had developed a long-term antidote, which could theoretically be effective for fifty years. The incident at the Maoyan Cafe gave him a headache.
(End of this chapter)