The person is wearing a straw hat, and starts with the power of words!

"No, there's nothing there." Sima Di suddenly realized. "Let's go back, let's go back. Maybe they're starting to worry about us."

Without saying a word, Sima Di grabbed Robin and started walking down the slope.

These things shouldn't be thought about too deeply, otherwise she'll drive herself crazy before she even gets into the hands of Spade!

However, halfway there, they encountered the old man who was guarding the tomb.

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

"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Sima Di asked, noticing that the old man was holding a package in one hand and a shovel in the other.

"This was sent to her by Sima Di's son. I was going to bury it, but I forgot. Now that you're here, I'd appreciate it if you could help me bury it."

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

Sima Emperor's son...

Sima Di rolled his eyes inwardly, while Robin beside him barely suppressed a laugh.

"Grandpa, isn't Trafalgar Law Sima Di's close friend? When did he become his son?" Sima Di asked. She suddenly remembered the word "close friend" that had been erased; could it really be "son"?

"He himself said no, but looking at his age and the way he cared... I'm afraid only a son could care for his mother like that, right? But this son is really something, not acknowledging his own mother. This makes it hard for his mother to rest in peace." The old man shook his head repeatedly as he looked at Sima Di's tombstone. "Tsk tsk tsk, he's really pitiful."

"Old man, could it be that the words 'closest friend' were originally written as 'son'?" Sima Di asked, unwilling to give up.

“Oh…you mean that? I really didn’t know that. The tombstone was already placed here by a ‘close friend.’ But what you said, young lady, is pretty much right. I think that’s exactly what happened.” The old man nodded in agreement. “I’ve seen this kind of thing many times. It’s just so heartbreaking for the parents…”

"How so?" Robin asked with a smile, earning a reproachful look from Sima Di.

"Like down the slope, there's a grave for a woman named Mary. That's what happened to her. Mary was a poor girl who got pregnant by a man before she was even married. Then the man said he was going to become a pirate and dumped Mary. Her family advised her to abort the child, but Mary refused and insisted on doing so."

To save face, her family severed ties with Mary. But think about it, how difficult is the situation for an unwed mother? Mary had no skills whatsoever; her only asset was her pretty face. So, to make a living, she had no choice but to become a prostitute to support herself and her son…

The old man rambled on, "And so his son grew up. Mary thought she could finally relax a bit, but that scoundrel of a son refused to acknowledge a prostitute as his mother and severed all ties with her. Mary ended up dying alone in a nursing home, and her son probably felt guilty, which is why he built this tomb. Tell me, what's the use of not respecting your parents while they're alive, only to regret it after they're dead... It seems this Sima Emperor is probably the same way."

Although the story is heartbreaking, Sima Di's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Just bury this thing, right?" Sima Di said, picking up a shovel and starting to dig his own grave.

“Yes, yes, bury it there. But you have to be careful. Sima Di’s son has sent quite a few packages here, at least a dozen. A few months ago, he even came here and buried a lot of things. So this cenotaph doesn’t contain any remains, but it’s filled with these things.”

As the old man was speaking, a clang was heard from the other side, and Sima Di had dug up something.

The sound terrified the old man.

"Hey, be careful not to break anything else, or we'll be in big trouble. We haven't recovered from what happened last time, and if something goes wrong again, I'll be done for."

"Hmm? What happened last time?" Sima Di asked, puzzled.

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

"who?"

"He's a pirate! A pirate! A big pirate with a bounty of over 100 million!" the old man said smugly. "Last time, he came here to bury something, but the next day his tomb was robbed. Sima Di's son was furious when he found out about it. He found those tomb robbers and cut them into several pieces! Oh my, that scene was terrifying."

"Were not all of the stolen items recovered?" Sima Di asked.

"How...how did you know? Those tomb raiders were incredibly quick; they sold the items as soon as they turned around. Even though Emperor Sima's son recovered most of them afterward, only about 80% were recovered; some items are still missing," the old man said.

That's why Sima Di was able to buy Luo's recordings on the black market in Alabasta.

Under the old man's watchful gaze, they watched as Sima Di buried the things before letting them leave.

As Robin left the cemetery, he finally smiled.

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

"No! No! No!"

"Okay, okay, if it's not true, then it's not. Pretend I didn't say anything."

"That's pretty much it."

Robin covered his mouth, "Son... I'm sorry, I still want to laugh."

“… Sister Robin!” Sima Di looked at Robin, whose smile had not diminished at all, and felt very sad.

After a few more minutes, Sima Di figured out that they had left the cemetery and were out of the old man's sight. He quickly pulled Robin around and headed towards 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 about it.”

"The old man is too old; we should respect the elderly and care for the young..."

“No, what are you thinking, Robin? Am I that kind of person?” Sima Di pulled Robin aside and whispered, “I’m going to rob a tomb.”

"Tomb robbing?"

“That’s right! Those things were originally mine, so of course I’m going to get them back. So… Sister Robin, please. It’ll be a piece of cake for you with your abilities,” Sima Di said ingratiatingly.

“Sure. I’ve never done grave robbing before, let alone the first mate’s grave.” Robin readily agreed.

The two then discussed their division of labor and began their illegal activities under the cover of darkness.

As the saying goes: "If you rob your own grave, let others talk!"

Today is a very important day for me.

Because I'll be able to see my parents soon.

Moreover, there is...

-

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

The room had a clean bed and clean blankets, and the air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. There was no unpleasant smell of rust or decay, no roommate who would occasionally go crazy and self-harm, and no depressing heavy bars on the windows.

"From today onwards, this is your room."

The caregiver said something and then turned to leave, locking the door behind him.

Sima Di knew that although this room belonged to him, it was only for one day. Tomorrow, it might belong to the next patient who would have family members visiting.

He would return to that filthy house and lock himself in with his beloved, extremely violent roommate.

Look at all these scars on his body; most of them were done by his roommate.

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

How much longer will this kind of life last...?

He felt his reason was gradually being lost, and the boundaries between life and death were beginning to blur.

Perhaps, tomorrow, he will become the person he wants to be.

Suddenly, the door to the ward was opened.

Emperor Sima looked up at the newcomer.

The first person to come in was his attending physician.

78. Unjustly detained

"No! No! No!"

"Okay, okay, if it's not true, then it's not. Pretend I didn't say anything."

"That's pretty much it."

Robin covered his mouth, "Son... I'm sorry, I still want to laugh."

"Sister Robin!" Sima Di looked at Robin, whose smile had not diminished at all, and felt very sad.

After a few more minutes, Sima Di figured out that they had left the cemetery and were out of the old man's sight. He quickly pulled Robin around and headed towards 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 about it.”

"The old man is too old; we should respect the elderly and care for the young..."

“No, what are you thinking, Robin? Am I that kind of person?” Sima Di pulled Robin aside and whispered, “I’m going to rob a tomb.”

"Tomb robbing?"

“That’s right! Those things were originally mine, so of course I’m going to get them back. So… Sister Robin, please. It’ll be a piece of cake for you with your abilities,” Sima Di said ingratiatingly.

“Sure. I’ve never done grave robbing before, let alone the first mate’s grave.” Robin readily agreed.

The two then discussed their division of labor and began their illegal activities under the cover of darkness.

As the saying goes: "If you rob your own grave, let others talk!"

053 Today is a very important day for me.

Because I'll be able to see my parents soon.

Moreover, there is...

-

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

The room had a clean bed and clean blankets, and the air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. There was no unpleasant smell of rust or decay, no roommate who would occasionally go crazy and self-harm, and no depressing heavy bars on the windows.