As a CA agent, Yinsen Hondo is quite knowledgeable in the observation of micro-expressions. He saw that Fujiwara Yuu wanted to reject him. Thinking that Mr. Fujiwara entrusted his son to his care, he must not push this child forward.
fire pit.
"Fujiwara, your father was aware of the danger before he was alive, so he prepared these things for you in advance. He also entrusted me to take good care of you, especially... to prevent you from joining CA."
Hearing this, Fujiwara Yu's brain started to work rapidly. He felt that on the surface, his father wanted to prevent him from joining CA, but in fact, he wanted to convey that "his identity exposure was related to CA." Therefore, if he wanted to figure out this matter, he had to join CA.
And become an excellent agent who can carry out a certain infiltration mission on his own.
Thinking that the answer was already clear, he pretended to be stubborn and shook his head, completely refusing to explain:
"Mr. Sir, that is my father's expectation, but I also have my own choice. No matter what, I will find a way to join CA. So please give me some time to pack my luggage and wait for me in the car, okay?"
"..."
It's not that Yinsen Hondo didn't think of the current situation, or he thought it was strange that Mr. Fujiwara's son didn't say such a thing. He raised the corners of his mouth helplessly, and had no choice but to nod and turn around:
"Okay, then I'll wait for you in the car."
After Fujiwara Yu watched Yinsen Hondo leave, he walked quickly upstairs without hesitation. According to his reasoning, the six-digit password that was cracked should be used somewhere in his father's bedroom. Where would it be?
Woolen cloth?
After he looked around carefully, he suddenly found a line of writing carved on the desk with a utility knife. He was sure that there was no such line of writing before he left home to go to the police academy. Does that mean that his father had once gone home?
I will never regret anything I have done, and I will not be sad about any separation or death.】
Miyamoto Musashi? This is what Miyamoto Musashi said.
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but look up. There were many books on the shelf on the desk, and even the upper, middle and lower volumes were placed in a disorderly manner. At first glance, you might think that his father is a lax person, but he understands
How could my father, Fujiwara Yu, not see the problem?
These two sentences by Miyamoto Musashi are definitely not simple.
He carefully observed the books on the bookshelf and soon found the secret code hidden in the books. If all the books that were not single-series books were removed, one letter would be marked in red in the remaining single-series books.
The first row of books can get the five letters,, e, a, and the second row of books can get e, and.
Many English words can be arranged using these letters, but if combined with the hint of "Miyamoto Musashi", the answer is very clear. This is a secret code deliberately prepared by my father for himself. This is a professional term used in kendo competitions.
ene. extend.
So, this is not a place to hide the lockbox.
When Fujiwara Yuu was thinking about where to start extending, he discovered that the cover of the last book with the initials "" turned out to be a picture of walking forward.
Walk forward, and at the end of the second floor of the extension is your own cloakroom.
He walked quickly towards the cloakroom without hesitation, opened the door, and scanned every part of the room. You must know that he has not been here for half a year, and he should still look the same as when he left.
If something is too much, it means something is abnormal.
"Um?"
Fujiwara Yu discovered that the area dedicated to placing shoes had changed. He tried hard to recall the original order and rearranged it. Just when the last pair of sneakers was put into the transparent storage box, the standing mirror behind him turned upside down.
What appeared in front of him was a black password box with a six-digit password.
Sure enough, it was consistent with what I thought. This was the password that my father taught me when I was a child. It was very simple.
An electronic sound could be heard every time he pressed a number. After the last number was entered, the password box automatically popped up. There were not many things in the box, only an address, and this address surprised him very much.
After Yu Fujiwara restored the items in the cloakroom to their original state, he destroyed the paper with the address. He washed his hands slowly, wiped away the water stains, and did not take away any of the clothes in the cloakroom. He came down directly and picked up the suitcase.
Prepare to leave.
But when he reached the entrance, he suddenly remembered something very important to him.
Fujiwara Yu slowly turned around and looked at the book that he had forgotten on the edge of the coffee table, as well as the broken glass that had not been dealt with, and even a large amount of lemonade that had not yet dried up remained on the wooden floor.
How should I stand in front of her now?
Maybe people on April 1st don't deserve happiness. With the dilapidated family situation, how can he drag her into this situation full of unknowns?
He lowered his head and smiled lightly, not bitter at all, but helpless.
Fujiwara Yu retracted his eyes, bent down to tie the laces of his white shoes, dragged his suitcase and walked out the door.
Yinsen Bentang, who was sitting in the car waiting quietly, would look sideways at the mansion without a last name from time to time. When he saw the door being pushed open, he immediately got out of the car and opened the trunk.
One less book in the suitcase will not cause weight loss, but when he closed the trunk, Fujiwara Yu felt the heaviness in his heart for the first time. It was so heavy that he felt a little breathless.
After all, what he lost was the confession that he had prepared for a long time, and the endless regrets that accumulated in his heart.
Yinsen Hondo, who had fastened his seat belt, was keenly aware that Fujiwara Yuu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was a little distracted. He sighed heavily and reminded aloud:
"Fujiwara, if you want to give up, you still have time. Once you get to the United States, you won't be able to wear this police uniform."
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help being startled when he heard this. He really didn't expect that the day he graduated would be the day when he submitted his resignation letter, and he didn't even have to deal with it himself, but he believed that Yin Sen Hondo would definitely arrange it.
He lowered his head without much expression on his face. He slowly took off his police uniform and folded it, laying it flat on his knees, as if he was silently swearing his choice and the path he would take in the future.
"Sir, you misunderstood."
There was an unknown meaning in his ultramarine eyes. He turned to look at the cherry blossom tree sticking out of the wall in the direction of the bow dojo. There were only a few dead leaves left on the branches. The scene of their first meeting a few months ago was still vivid in his mind.
Their fate may be related to the shards of glass falling onto the bare cherry trees, broken and withered.
"Drive, Mr. Hondo, otherwise you will miss the flight you bought. The plane will not wait for anyone." Fujiwara Yu closed his eyes and stopped talking. His hands flat on the police uniform tightened hard and pulled out.
Lots of wrinkles.
Yin Sen Bentang took everything in sight, started the car, and was silent for a few seconds before saying one word: