The coffin bearer in the world of Kexue

"Hehehe... Hehehehe... Hahahaha!"

Smack!

"What are you laughing at there?"Idiot!"

2-chome, Rice Flower Town, Tokyo, next to the alleyway in front of the 21st place.

A girl with a hideous head and a sharp spine, a beautiful face, and a youthful atmosphere.

At this time, he was very dissatisfied, and spoke to the handsome boy in front of him.

But even if he was dissatisfied, the tone actually sounded faintly like a coquette.

The mouth is still pouting, and it is cute.

But it's a pity that the boy who admired his glorious report with a newspaper in his hand didn't notice this detail.

He just turned his head in confusion and scratched the back of his head.

"Hah, Xiaolan, what are you angry about?"

"No, it's just that my dad's workload has been greatly reduced because someone is too active,

and I'm a little dissatisfied with this..."

"Actually, if you really want to say it, you can't blame me, it's your dad who is too stupid..."

He began to smile kindly.

All of a sudden, the boy was frightened and shivered.

And in a room to the left of the two, what they didn't notice was.

A figure was looking through the window faintly at the two people who sprinkled dog food rather than quarreling.

Silence.

Half a day.

It wasn't until the boy and girl said goodbye and returned to the next room that the figure finally withdrew its gaze.

Talking to himself, he said,

"Xiaolan? Maolilan, that iconic horn shouldn't be mistaken.

There are also newspapers that are known as Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, Shinichi Kudo....

Tsk, I didn't expect to come to this world. "

This peeping figure is called Aoki, of course this was his previous name, and now he has changed his name.

It's called Aoki Chiaki, and there are two more words to follow the customs.

It all started a day ago.

I woke up from a good night's sleep as usual, only to find myself in the bathroom.

Lying naked on the ground, a small pool of blood flowing on the smooth ground of white porcelain, frightened him at that time.

It wasn't until I felt the source of the pain in the back that I touched the back of my head, which was a little cool.

Suddenly, the original owner seemed to have fallen in the bathroom, and this fall directly caused brain damage and left early.

......

Back to the present.

Aoki walked back to his room from the window and glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall.

He was sure he hadn't touched the calendar at all.

But I don't know who tore it up, as if there is an invisible force in the universe surging.

It is already different from yesterday's date.

Forget it, the date shown is March 5th, which seems quite normal.

But remember that yesterday the calendar showed that it was February 8th.

He doesn't know how to complain about this kind of leap.

It's not enough to question it, after all, it's already determined that it's the world of Kexue.

A bizarre world that is not uncommon to spend more than a dozen Valentine's Days a year.

Thinking of this, he looked at the letter on the table again, which he had received this morning.

In the case of a bunch of detectives in the original book, this may generally be someone else's letter of entrustment.

But it's not, it's a letter of persuasion, and the object is yourself.

The content of the letter is to persuade myself not to resign, the tone is very sincere, I know it with reason, and I am moved by emotion.

And this profession is nothing else, it is the same as his previous life, an undertaker

, also called a funeral master,

or a coffin master.

It is a kind of work that arranges the remains of the deceased and places them in a coffin.

This kind of step is to make the other person walk dignified and peaceful at the end of this life.

According to the letter, he inexplicably submitted his resignation letter a week ago and never went back.

But the other party did not agree to this resignation application.

He even raised his salary and expected a change of heart.

"Well, let's go and see, it's okay to be idle, it's just the same old job, I just don't know if the dead in this world also have spirits?"

I read the contents of the letter again, and the salary that has been raised to 1.1 million yen a month.

Aoki decided to go back and take a look, and he had been at home for almost two days, and it was almost moldy.

I didn't know before, but now that I've determined where it is, I always have to eat with a mouthful of food.

As for the Spirit, this is what he said in his previous life.

In that world, he actually has a hidden name for a funeral master, a spiritual burial master.

Although the deceased is dead, there is a spirit, and this spirit is the deceased's last reluctance or hatred for the world, or the last gift and revenge.

The birth of such gifts and revenge often depends on the wisp of remnants formed by the last thoughts of the deceased.

Normally, this kind of spirit is generally rootless, and it basically dissipates as soon as it appears.

However, the soul undertaker has a special means to turn into a root, grasp this ping, and thus become his own property.

There are many roles of spirits, and different human spirits are also different, some are weak and some are strong, some are good and some are bad, so the abilities of spirit burial masters are also strange.

It's a pity that in the previous life, this kind of superstition was called feudal superstition, so it was naturally not possible to show off his skills, and Aoki was barely able to make ends meet.

If you exceed the standard, you may be caught and sliced.

Half an hour later.

Rice Flower Town Funeral Home.

At this time, because the "Grim Reaper" Conan had not yet arrived, the door here was crowded, deserted, and the door was closed.

It doesn't matter if you don't open it for a day, no one will come in anyway.

Walking along the steps and entering the museum, I saw that the staff on duty in the duty room on the left were looking at the newspaper in hand, shaking their heads and muttering words in their mouths.

Suddenly, he looked up sharply and found that the figure outside the duty room was shaking, bringing a trace of darkness, and immediately poked his head out vigilantly.

to prove that he is not fishing, and he is worthy of the salary in his hand.

And just looking at it, he was pleasantly surprised:

"Aoki, you're back! I thought you really resigned!"

"Hmm..."

Aoki looked at the staff on duty, and fragmentary memories began to flash in his mind.

He frowned, not thinking of anything.

If this crossing is to be said to be successful, it can only be said to be half the success.

The original owner's memories are particularly confusing, and it feels like his brain has been twisted into a paste by something.

The diaphragm responds very much, and from time to time something flashes out, saying that it sounds good is called a flash of inspiration, and if it is not good, it is Alzheimer's.

As a result, Aoki didn't know what this man's name was.

Fortunately, this person hurriedly walked out of the duty room, and the badge hanging around his neck made it clear to Aoki at a glance.

Smile awkwardly but politely.

"Mihashi, it's been a while. "

Mitsuhashi Kazama, it's the name of this officer on duty.

Inexplicably with a kind of protagonist air, but it's clear that he's not the protagonist.

Wearing a blue striped duty uniform, he has an ordinary appearance, and a somewhat scumbag beard is scattered above his lips.

The deep dark circles next to his eyes made him look like he hadn't woken up.