Chapter 133 The sky may be able to read human emotions
Tokyo International Airport, 15:20.
In the parking space No. 120 in Area B of the parking lot, Yin Sen Hondo parked his car and was about to open the door and leave. He noticed that Fujiwara Yuu beside him did not react at all, so he couldn't help but remind him:
"Fujiwara, we're here, it's time to prepare..."
However, before he finished speaking, Fujiwara Yu took the lead in interrupting his next words. He looked sideways at Yinsen Hondo with an expressionless face, picked out the clues left by his father, and said the part that could be said:
"Mr. Hondo, I hope that from now on, you will not be called by the name 'Fujiwara Yu'. From today on, I will live as Claire Stewart, and I will also use this name when I enter CA in the future."
To be honest, I have been reading books recently to catch up on updates, switch sources, read aloud with many sounds, and it can be used on both Android and Apple.]
"Stuart? Isn't your father's last name Arsani?"
In fact, at first, Fujiwara Yu also believed that the letter his father wrote to him was, firstly, to prevent someone from learning his real name when secretly checking the letter, and secondly, to pass on the password so that he could find the black password box.
But after thinking about it carefully, he recalled that the file bag had no trace of opening at all, so could it be understood that his father expected him to use the name "Krell" to enter CA's internal investigation.
Because only Fujiwara Yuu knew in his heart that when he lived under the name "Claire", his surname was that of his maternal grandmother's family, so as long as he uses the name "Claire Stewart", no one will know that he is Kazuya Fujiwara.
's son.
The father does not want to disclose to CA that he is his son. It seems that there are people in CA who betray his father.
Thinking of this, Fujiwara Yu felt sad. As a CA agent, he was not protected by the intelligence bureau. He risked his life to perform the mission and was stabbed in the back by his own people. The feeling of betrayal... was not pleasant.
.
"Mr. Hondo, you are the person my father trusts, so I hope you can tell me how my father died?" Fujiwara Yu looked directly at Yinsen Hondo, his eyes clearly not expecting him to treat him
Lying, he just wants to know the truth.
Yin Sen Bentang's face suddenly changed when he heard these words. He opened his mouth and swallowed back the words that came to his lips. He looked like he was hesitating to speak. There was even guilt, anger and helplessness in his eyes.
Emotions.
Fujiwara Yu, who majored in psychology at university, could naturally draw a conclusion from this series of expression changes: his father's death was related to the betrayal of his companions, and there might even be nothing left after his death... Otherwise, there wouldn't be even a relic.
Not to myself either.
Everything entrusted to Yinsen Bentang was all prepared by his father in advance.
"Teng...Krel, I think it's better for you not to know."
"But I just want to know? At least tell me where he died, who killed him, and who killed him."
After Yin Sen Hondo hesitated for a long time, he finally chose to compromise. Who told Fujiwara Yu that he really had the right to know.
He twisted his body and reached into the back seat. After opening the thick laptop, there was only a recycle bin on the desktop, and there was obviously white paper in the trash can icon, which meant that the garbage inside had not been cleaned out.
He didn’t know whether it was intentional or the trembling of his fingers really affected the operation of the touch pad. Fujiwara Yu noticed that the cursor on the computer screen failed to align with the recycle bin icon several times. In the end, Yin Sen Hondo seemed annoyed.
He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, and with a harsh horn sound, the trembling of his fingers finally calmed down.
The recycle bin was clicked, and there was only one video file in it.
Yinsen Hondo did not click on the video file, but silently put the laptop into Fujiwara Yu's arms, opened the car door and went outside to get some air, and took a cigarette that he didn't like to smoke, simply because he wanted to
The impetuous heart returned to calm.
Just thinking about the content of the video, I don’t have the courage to watch it again.
Sitting in the car, Fujiwara Yuu clicked on the video software the moment he took over the computer. When the first picture appeared, his childish eyes shrank suddenly - the picture started with the flesh-and-blood model of his father.
The face of the lake, this video was obviously shot by someone with a handheld camera.
The video has no sound, but the picture is very clear, and the photographer's hand is very steady, so you can see clearly from beginning to end.
After seeing his father's body being thrown into the incinerator, a scarred brown-haired man kneeled on the asphalt road holding an urn, and threw his father's ashes into the wind, and was eventually shot from a distance
Sniper shot to the head.
Even if you can't hear the sound, you can still feel their sneers when the ashes were poured at the door of the CA headquarters building in the suburbs of Langley, and the ugly sneer on their faces when the brown-haired man was killed.
The mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and I didn't know when I clenched my teeth so hard that my gums were broken.
Fujiwara Yu closed the laptop hard and took a deep breath to calm down his emotions. If he was so angry at this time, it would make the rats hiding in the dark streets laugh.
He tugged on his tie, put his laptop in his pocket with a calm face, opened the car door and looked at Yin Sen Hondo, who was puffing away his smoke, and asked with bright eyes:
"Who is that man in the picture?"
"Giovanni Sarratore, your father's informant, his family is also dead."
Yin Sen Bentang did not tell the complete truth. He did not tell how Giovanni Sarlattore's family was brutally murdered. The mutilated body was even sent to the door of the B headquarters by coercing a newsboy by the organization.
This is to remind B not to learn from Ca and stuff mice into the organization.
After Fujiwara Yu silently remembered the name, he said calmly:
"Mr. Sir, it's time for us to board the plane, otherwise we won't be able to catch the plane."
"...Okay, give me the computer."
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Yin Sen Hondo was very worried about Fujiwara Yu's mental state, but he didn't know how to comfort him. He had no choice but to remain silent and took him to the airport counter to check in. After passing the security check, Fujiwara broke the news.
peaceful.
"Sir, I need to go to the toilet."
"Well, then you can put your luggage here. Don't worry, I won't peek."
"good."
Yinsen Hondo followed Fujiwara Yuu with his eyes. After seeing him enter the toilet, he rubbed his temples tiredly. He guessed that the child was embarrassed to cry in front of him and went to the toilet to collect his emotions.
After all, going to the bathroom is always a good excuse.
About twenty minutes later, Fujiwara Yu came out of the toilet. His cheeks and hair were stained with water. He sat next to Yin Sen Hondo with an indifferent expression and casually shook the water that fell on his fingertips.
Zhu said in a low voice:
"Sorry for the wait."
"There's nothing to apologize for. The boarding announcement wasn't even made."
Hearing this, Fujiwara Yu just smiled and didn't reply. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket. He wanted to turn it off but found a text message on it from a minute ago, which was sent by Masami Saito.
[Masami Saito: Fujiwara-kun, I am already at your door. Come out if you are ready.]
He pursed his lips lightly and made no move until the light on the phone screen dimmed. Just like what Yami would do after not receiving a reply to his text message, he pressed the power-off button in a panic, but refused to pull out the phone's card.
"Krell, we're boarding the plane in two minutes, are you ready?"
Upon hearing Yinsen Hondo's inquiry, Fujiwara Yu silently put his cell phone into his pocket and said in a stiff tone:
"Ready, let's go."
He has no retreat and no better choice.
The only regret I feel is probably leaving her and them without saying goodbye.
I don’t know whether the sky can understand human emotions, or whether the sky also sympathizes with his inner pain. The weather that was originally clear and clear has achieved rapid changes.
From dark clouds to heavy drizzle, it only takes a moment. Is the sky crying?
There was a sound from the boarding announcement, and Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but look out the window, feeling a little uneasy for some reason.