First-Class Lawyer

Chapter 35 - Flowers for the Dead (iv)

"I'm not sure if I've remembered this correctly, but isn't it..." Henry got caught midway again.

Despite this, judging from his expression, he felt that this was something that everyone should be able to instantly cotton on to.

Everyone was thrown off-beat by his words, their heads filling with confused fog. A moment later, Freida was the first to react. She slapped a thigh—

"OW. That's my leg you're slapping!" Henry howled.

"I'm saying that I just remembered! Isn't Dean Yan here too?" Freida was enlightened.

Yan Suizhi gave a start, finally snapping back to attention, "Hm?"

"I'm saying that the dean's grave is here!" Freida said, "The news mentioned it, right? Did I remember wrong?"

Yan Suizhi lightly uttered an "ah" like he had just thought of it, saying softly, "I think there was a mention of it."

For a fleeting moment, he looked lost in thought, his beautiful eyes narrowing slightly before he quickly looked out of the car window. To the side of the car, the large signage of Violet Lake Cemetery could be seen, standing quietly by a lake surrounded by a pine forest.

Everyone's attention was so focused on the fact that they were actually going to see the dean's grave that they didn't notice his odd expression.

Also, now that the subject had been brought up, everyone put on a mournful expression for the final ten minutes of the journey, dousing the car in a somber atmosphere.

Yan Suizhi, who had finally come back to the present, leaned back in his seat and silently admired the scenery, feeling that his own face had turned into a greyscale mourning portrait.

"Hello, Mr Zeng? We've arrived at the cemetery gates." After getting out of the car, Luke fished out the contact information that Hobbes had given him and dialed a communication call over to the person supposedly involved in the case.

The person on the other end was one of the staff at Violet Lake Cemetery, a friend of Hobbes'.

"The kid from Southcross Law Firm, right?" Luke had put his comms on speaker; the other party's voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Mr Zeng said, "You're here to crack the case? Just one moment, I've got a few guests over, I'll go over to you when I'm done with them. You can wait in the office area—the parlor, for a while. Or you can walk around and see if there's anyone you want to pay your respects to?"

Everyone, "..." Your cemetery has a real unique way of receiving visitors.

For the intern's preliminary assessment in a law firm like Southcross, the people they had to approach were various friends of the lawyers made to dutifully play the role of the parties involved in the various cases. Some of them enjoyed the roleplay so much that they could win an Oscar for it and had the time of their lives, treating it just as if all those cases were real.

"Does he really have guests?" Luke grunted after cutting off the call.

The cemetery didn't usually have many people. To prevent them from interfering with Mr Zang's work, the day Hobbes arranged for them was actually a day that the cemetery was closed.

"Let's just stroll around first, in that case," said Freida.

Ten minutes later, thanks to Mr Zeng's unorthodox suggestion, Yan Suizhi followed behind the other interns, weaving through the long stone steps and lush greenery in the cemetery to come face to face with his own gravestone, even holding two white flowers that Freida had forcibly shoved into his hand.

Yan Suizhi, in the mourning portrait, "..."

Yan Suizhi, holding the flowers, "..."

The plot of land for the grave ought to have been picked by Maze University, and the mourning portrait was the same one that hung in the Hall of Fame—Yan Suizhi in glasses, sitting elegantly on an armchair with a heavy tome of legal code laid on his lap, a slight smile in his eyes.

Both in appearance and demeanor, he looked impeccable.

It was particularly lamentable for such a portrait to appear on a gravestone.

He didn't prepare any words beforehand, so the epitaph sounded very official.

A noble soul slumbers here. He has saved many, and he has taught many. The gentle moonlight and fragrance of flowers in Violet Lake carry blessings for him. May he rest in peace.

Yan Suizhi, "..."

In all honesty, he wasn't too eager to rest in peace.

As he symbolically pinned the flowers to the gravestone, Anna and Freida, of the more sentimental type, sighed. The rims of their eyes had reddened.

It felt incredibly... profound, standing here alive and well, watching people pay respects to him.

Just as he was about to say something to the two young girls, he suddenly heard a voice from the stone steps not far behind him.

"Eh? Did someone get here ahead of us? Are they alumni too?" a female voice said.

Hearing this, Yan Suizhi looked back. And on a quiet path twenty or so meters away, he spotted Gu Yan's face.

"..."

Why are you everywhere??