Chapter 316

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"No, nothing." Lord Lord Sima Di woke up suddenly, "Let's go back, let's go back. Maybe they are starting to worry about us."

Lord Lord Sima Di pulled Robin without saying a word and walked down the slope.

These things cannot be thought about too deeply, otherwise she would have driven herself crazy before falling into the hands of the Spades!

However, halfway through the walk, they ran into the grave-keeping old man who came over.

"Oh my, you haven't left yet, that's great."

"Old man, what's wrong?" Lord Lord Sima Di asked, seeing the old man holding a package in one hand and a shovel in the other.

"This is something Lord Lord Sima Di's son sent her, it was supposed to be buried underground, but I forgot. Since you are here, please help me bury it."

The old man stuffed the package and shovel into Lord Lord Sima Di's hands.

Lord Lord Sima Di's son...

Lord Lord Sima Di rolled his eyes wildly, and Robin on the side was holding back laughter.

"Old man, isn't that Trafalgar Law Lord Lord Sima Di's best friend? When did he become a son?" Lord Lord Sima Di said. She suddenly remembered the words erased under "best friend", could it really be "son"?

"He said he wasn't, but looking at his age, and that concerned look... I'm afraid only a son in this world can care about his mother so much? It's just that this son is really something, not recognizing his own mother, which makes it hard for the mother to close her eyes even in the underworld." The old man looked at Lord Lord Sima Di's tombstone and shook his head repeatedly, "Tsk tsk tsk, it's really pitiful."

"Old man, could it be that the words 'best friend' were originally written as 'son'?" Lord Lord Sima Di was unwilling and asked this question.

"Oh... you're talking about that. I really don't know about that. It was already 'best friend' when the tombstone was placed here. But what you said, young lady, is also close enough. I think, that's just how it is." The old man nodded in agreement, "I've seen a lot of these things, it's just a pity for the parents' hearts..."

"How so?" Robin asked with a smile, successfully receiving a resentful look from Lord Lord Sima Di.

"Just like down the slope, there is a grave called Mary, she is in this situation. Mary is a poor girl, she was made pregnant by a man before she was married, and the man said he wanted to be a pirate, so he dumped Mary and didn't want her. Her family advised her to abort the child, but Mary refused and insisted.

Her family cut off relations with Mary for the sake of face. But think about it, how hard is the situation of an unmarried mother, and Mary has no skills, the only thing she can show is her beautiful face. So for a living, she had to become a prostitute to support herself and her son..."

The old man chattered, "Just like that, the son grew up slowly, Mary thought she could be a little easier, but that bastard son didn't want to recognize a prostitute as his mother, and cut off the mother-son relationship with her. Mary finally died alone in a nursing home, and her son probably felt guilty and built such a grave. You tell me, they don't show filial piety to them when they are alive, but they have to regret it after they die. What's the use... This Lord Lord Sima Di seems to be like this eight times out of ten."

Although the story was sigh-inducing, Lord Lord Sima Di's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Just bury this thing, right." Lord Lord Sima Di said, picking up the shovel and starting to dig her own grave.

"Yes, yes, yes, bury it. But you have to be careful, Lord Lord Sima Di's son has mailed quite a few packages here one after another, at least a dozen. A few months ago, he even came here and buried quite a few things. So this cenotaph has no body, but it is filled with these things."

The old man was saying, and on the other side, there was a clang, Lord Lord Sima Di didn't know what she had dug into.

This sound scared the old man.

"Oh, be careful, don't knock other things, otherwise we will be in trouble. We haven't recovered from the last incident, if something goes wrong this time, my old life will be gone."

"Hmm? The last incident?" Lord Lord Sima Di was puzzled.

"Young lady, you probably don't know what kind of person your aunt's son is, right?" The old man looked around, and only dared to lower his voice when no one was around.

"What kind of person?"

"He's a pirate! A pirate! And a big pirate with a bounty of over 100 million!" The old man said tremblingly, "Didn't he come here to bury some things last time, and the next day the grave was robbed. Lord Lord Sima Di's son was so angry that he found those grave robbers and cut them into several pieces! Oh, that scene was terrifying."

"Were those stolen things not all recovered?" Lord Lord Sima Di asked.

"You... how do you know? Speaking of which, those grave robbers were too fast, they turned around and sold the things. Even if Lord Lord Sima Di's son recovered these things afterward, he only recovered 80%, and some things are still missing." The old man said.

So this is why Lord Lord Sima Di bought Law's recording dial on the black market in Alabasta.

Under the "watchful" eyes of the old man, they watched Lord Lord Sima Di bury the things before letting them leave.

Leaving the cemetery, Robin finally laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, Lord Lord Sima Di's son..."

"Not at all! Not at all! Not at all!"

"Alright, alright, alright, if it's not, it's not. Pretend I didn't say anything."

"That's more like it."

Robin covered her mouth, "Son... sorry, I still want to laugh."

"...Sister Robin!" Lord Lord Sima Di looked at Robin, whose smile hadn't diminished at all, and felt very sad in her heart.

Probably another few minutes, Lord Lord Sima Di estimated that they had left the cemetery and were far from the old man's sight. He hurriedly pulled Robin to turn around and head toward the beach.

"What are you doing?"

"What else can I do, the more I think about this, the angrier I get, so I have to do something."

"The old man is too old, we should respect the old and love the young..."

"No, what are you thinking, Sister Robin. Am I that kind of person?" Lord Lord Sima Di pulled Robin over and whispered, "I'm going to rob a grave."

"Rob a grave?"

"That's right! Those things were originally mine, so I naturally have to take them back. So... Sister Robin, please. It's easy with your ability." Lord Lord Sima Di said ingratiatingly.

"Okay. I've never done anything like robbing a grave, let alone robbing the vice-captain's grave." Robin agreed readily.

Then the two discussed the division of labor and began illegal activities under the cover of the deep night.

As the saying goes: Rob your own grave, let others talk!

Today is a very important day for me.

Because, I will be able to see my parents soon.

And, also...

Lord Lord Sima Di was taken away from his room and brought to a relatively clean and tidy room.

The room had a clean bed, clean quilt, and the air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. There was no unpleasant smell of rust and rot here, nor were there roommates who would go crazy and self-harm from time to time, and there were no heavy bars on the windows that made people depressed.

"From today on, this will be your room."

The nursing assistant said a word and turned to leave, locking the door behind him.

Lord Lord Sima Di knew that although this room belonged to him, it was only for one day. Tomorrow, this place might belong to the next patient whose family came to visit.

And he would return to that dirty room, locked up with his dear roommate who had extreme violent tendencies.

Look at the scars on his body, more than half of them are the masterpiece of that roommate.

Lord Lord Sima Di walked over and sat blankly on the bed, his eyes empty and lifeless.

How much longer will these days last...

He felt that his sanity was gradually being lost, and the boundary between life and death began to blur.

Perhaps, tomorrow, he will become what he wants to be.

Suddenly, the ward door was opened.

Lord Lord Sima Di looked up at the visitor.

The first one to come in was his attending physician.

78 Inexplicably locked up