The group returned to the vacant house.
Although this empty dwelling lacked any bedding, on the windswept Ihui Island, a place to take shelter from the wind was far preferable to having nowhere to go at all.
The fire in the hearth flickered as Shen Gu Jiro and Shen Gu Chiharu took a sip of hot water before turning to look at Beichuan Si and Shen Gu Mirai, who faced them, "Mr. Beichuan, please let Chiharu and me handle Chang Ze's disposal."
"Alright," Beichuan Si nodded.
As the victim family members, Shen Gu Jiro and Shen Gu Chiharu's personal involvement was naturally far better than his, after all, they were the victims, and their words would be much more credible in front of the search and rescue team as well as the police.
As for Chang Ze Aoba...
After a cordial conversation with Beichuan Si, he was bound tightly and left lying unconscious behind the group.
Beichuan Si had quickly decided on Chang Ze Aoba's fate. Without stopping to breathe, he moved on to the next matter.
