It didn't even seem to be a simple expression of respect.
On this noisy night, Katon's behavior had reached a new level of abstraction.
Old Man's actions were so utterly absorbed that even Fu Qian, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help feeling impressed.
He was kneeling on one knee, but the odds that he was proposing marriage seemed pretty low.
For one thing, he didn't have a ring. For another, Fu Qian could easily tell that the skeleton was male.
A man's corpse, buried deep underground many years ago, had lingered in Katon's thoughts for so long that even on the verge of death, he'd made a special trip to dig it up and kneel before it.
The tangled history between them left plenty to the imagination.
And even Fu Qian had a few clues to go on—
First, he could now make out some of the details on the clothes covering the skeleton.
Against the dark red background, delicate embroidery was faintly visible.
The overall pattern was somewhat abstract, like two symmetrical arcs—bites.
That was right. Having studied a few abstract paintings, Fu Qian quickly realized what he was looking at.
The clothes were covered in tooth marks, each embroidered in black thread.
Combined with the bones beneath, they almost gave the impression that the victim had been gnawed down to this state.
All in all, this outfit was far too avant-garde to wear around here.
Taking into account the prayer in the Warehouse that Katon had mentioned earlier, it was easy to guess that the dead man had been one of those strange characters.
Second, Katon had probably killed him back then, then buried him here.
After all, he'd remembered him for so long—and found him with such precision.
Finally, Katon hadn't been an ordinary man even back