[MTL, BL] Social Fear Players, Forced to Become King

Chapter 72 Funeral

It was a drizzling, misty weather.

The air was filled with the smell of damp soil, the air-conditioning went up the trousers, the knees were slightly stiff from the freezing, and the arms holding the umbrella were cold.

The continuous rain overnight caused puddles of large and small puddles to accumulate on the ground.

There was silence in the cemetery.

The people wearing black clothes and holding black umbrellas stood here silently and orderly. Occasionally, a few whispers were heard, and these small voices stopped one after another when the black coffin was carried over.

A young man with a long black trench coat and short silver-gray hair stood in front of everyone.

In this gray and hazy rain curtain, his snow-white skin and blushing lips were particularly conspicuous, and his eyes were covered by large-frame black sunglasses, making him unable to see clearly.

His face is extremely young, and his bones are also green. His hands seem to be in the pockets of his coat in fear of the cold.

Standing beside the young man was a tall man also wearing a black coat and holding a big black umbrella. His long silver hair fell all the way to his waist. The wide umbrella edge brought both of them into the covered area

. "Wait." However, there was a discordant voice from the side, and the older man whose left eye was covered came forward from behind and blocked the process. "Although we did receive the message that Mr. passed away and wanted to pass on the position to you, the process was too sudden."

He was not tall, with a slightly bloated body, with a moustache like a brush on his lips. The expression on it is gloomy.

"Oh?" Even in such a scene, the young leader's face was not commensurate with his age. "In that case, what is Rum's opinion?" The

old man raised his eyebrows and said slowly: "The boss died. The truth of this is what everyone wants to know, and just relying on your one-sided words is completely untenable. Since it is said to be sudden death, you must also show evidence?"

"In fact, he is not obliged to provide proof to subordinates like you." Jin Jiu gave him a cold look, his tone sarcastic.

"However, if the organization were to change dynasties in a vague manner like this, I believe many people would find it difficult to be convinced." Rum retorted, and after the words fell, there was also a faint commotion in the crowd.

"Since you raised this question, I believe that you already have an idea. Why don't you just say it and let everyone hear it." Qi Gongcheng stepped forward and looked at Rum, "If it is not an excessive request, I will not. I will not listen to public opinion at all."

"Okay then," Rum said as if he got what he wanted, and then straightened his expression, "My idea is to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy."

As his words spread to the audience In everyone's ears, there was a moment of whispering around.

"How dare you?" The woman with light-colored blond hair who was also standing at the front blurted out, it was absinthe after a little disguise. Her feelings for her husband are extremely complicated. Now that the other party is dead, it becomes unacceptable to open a coffin for an autopsy.

"How?" Rum didn't bring an umbrella and ignored the woman next to him. He stood with his head covered in the thin light rain, and focused his attention on the fledgling youth.