Chapter 340 Kisaki Eri’s Will in Hand (Ch 340)

The sudden voice startled Ide Toshiyuki. He looked around and saw no one. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, “It seems I should not drink anymore. I am even hallucinating.”

He thought the voice he heard was just an illusion. Seeing this, Mochizuki spoke again, “If you want money, I can give it to you. You can exchange one year of your life for 10 million yen from me.”

A long time ago, Mochizuki’s idea was to sell one year of life for 100 billion yen, and to ask others to exchange their life for money would be 100 million yen per year, a thousand times difference. But later he thought about it carefully and found that this was not reasonable.

100 million yen is equivalent to 5 million RMB. Most people in the world can’t even earn 1 million RMB in a year. This is almost like doing charity.

After repeated consideration, Mochizuki set the price at around 500,000 RMB, which is higher than the income from working for a year, but not so high that the return is asymmetric to the input.

“Who are you? Can you really give me money?” Ide Toshiyuki was not sure – was this an illusion?

Wangyue showed the image of the god of death in front of him and said, “I am the god of death. I specialize in collecting lifespans in the human world to help those who have nowhere else to turn.” This was not considered deceiving the transaction partner.

Seeing the figure suddenly appear, Ide Toshiyuki was so scared that he stepped back on the bed and shrank into the crack of the corner. “Death?” He looked at Mochizuki carefully and found that he really didn’t look like a human.

After realizing that the Grim Reaper had no intention of harming him, he gradually calmed down, “Are you telling the truth?”

“Of course it’s true.” Mochizuki said to him, “One year of life can be exchanged for 10 million yen.”

Ide Toshiyuki asked many more questions, such as what it meant to pay for life, and Mochizuki answered him truthfully. Soon he agreed to trade with Mochizuki, saying that he was willing to pay for 5 years of life, and Mochizuki directly gave him 50 million.

Looking at the additional 50 million yuan in his bank card, Ide Toshiyuki was stunned and excited at the same time, “It’s true? I really got the money?” He was so excited that he almost shouted.

“Great! I have money now! I can sponsor money to come to the theater!”

As for the lost five years of life, he didn’t care at all, because he knew his level very well. College students are worthless these days! What’s the point of graduating from college? Don’t you still have to work for others? And there’s no salary during the internship period…

He knew that he would not be able to earn 50 million yen in 5 years after graduation, so exchanging 5 years of life for 50 million yen was a great deal. He thought he had made a profit, but in fact he was still too young and too “young”.

It took less than 3 minutes from agreeing to the transaction to completing it. This made Wangyue sigh in his heart: It is indeed much easier to make a profit as a middleman than to work as a part-time worker. Reselling it can directly make a profit of 10,000 times.

It’s just like the saying goes: You may make money, but capitalists will never lose money.

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Somewhere in Tokyo, at the Princess Law Firm.

While Eri Kisaki was busy at her desk, a woman in business attire came over and reported to her, “Lawyer Kisaki, the date for Marudenjiro’s funeral has been decided. It will be tomorrow.”

This woman is Eri Kisaki’s secretary, her name is Midori Kuriyama.

“Tomorrow?” Kisaki Eri stopped what she was doing, opened the drawer, and took out a paper bag sealed with wax, with a line of words written on it: “The Will of Marudenjiro.”

Marudenjiro was the boss who was killed by the doctor’s glucose injection last time. He was a client of Kisaki Eri, and because he was older and had a sick body, he had made a will early on.

He told Eri Kisaki that once he died, he would publish his will before the funeral. Eri Kisaki learned about his death the day before yesterday, and she was busy all day. Tomorrow is the funeral, so today is the only day left to publish the will.

“I’m going to go out for a while. If there are any guests coming, please help me receive them.”

“Okay, Feilu, you go.”

…

As for Iide Toshiyuki, the Grim Reaper had not left yet and was still floating in the room. He was about to express his gratitude to the Grim Reaper when suddenly there was a knock on the door and a familiar voice, “Mr. Iide, are you in there?”

As soon as Ide Toshiyuki heard it, he knew it was Mochizuki’s voice. He couldn’t help but feel a little nervous because the Grim Reaper was still in the room.

The matter of the god of death must never be known to others!

As a movie fan, he felt that he might be the legendary “protagonist”, otherwise how could he meet the god of death? This is the biggest secret in his life, and he must not let others find out. (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

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Just when he didn’t know what to do, the Grim Reaper quietly passed through the wall and left. Iide Toshiyuki breathed a sigh of relief, and then answered Mochizuki, “I’m in there, is there anything I can help you with?” He walked over and opened the door, and Mochizuki was standing outside.

“Mr. Ide, did you know that the police called you last night?” Mochizuki asked.

“What? Police?” Ide Toshiyuki looked confused, and it was obvious that he had no impression at all.

It seems that this guy has completely drunk himself to the point of losing his memory. Seeing this, Wangyue felt relieved.

If he remembered everything that happened after he got drunk, he might have connected the Grim Reaper with Mochizuki, because last night he confided his plight of lack of money to Mochizuki, and the next morning the Grim Reaper came to him to make a deal.

In order to get rid of suspicion, Mochizuki deliberately let the illusion of the god of death stay in the room, and he himself knocked on the door outside. Now it seems a bit redundant, because this guy has no impression at all.

But it’s better to be safe than sorry.

“It seems you don’t remember? That’s right, you were drunk at the time, and you started snoring after answering the phone.” Mochizuki laughed dryly, “If it weren’t for the voice of Inspector Megure on the phone, I wouldn’t have meddled in it.”

“Wait, so it was you, Mr. Mochizuki, who brought me back from the bar?” Ide asked in surprise.

Wangyue shook her head, “No, you came back by yourself, but you fell drunk on the stairs. I just helped you back to the room.”

“I see.” Ide finally understood how he got back to his room. “Thank you so much. If you hadn’t sent me back to my room, I would have caught a cold sleeping outside.”

“Haha, you’re welcome. We’re neighbors, so we should help each other.”

“Then why did Inspector Megure call me?”

Mochizuki informed him, “He asked me to remind you to go to the Metropolitan Police Department. It seems that he asked you to identify the suspect.”

“Ah, I remember now. Mr. Feitian was killed by a sniper. I once saw a suspicious person. I remember his appearance, but I don’t know his name… Then I will go to the Metropolitan Police Department now. Thank you for coming to tell me.”

“You’re welcome. I happen to be going to the Metropolitan Police Department too. You can just take my car.”
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