As early as he could remember, he had often not seen his father. And as he grew older, the time he spent away from his father became longer and longer. As a child, he couldn't help but complain to his mother about his father's neglect of the family.

——"Xiaoyou, you can't blame your father, because he is a hero, and heroes are always busy."

It was also from that time that Fujiwara Yu began to understand his father and silently supported his father's work from the bottom of his heart. He also felt that when he grew up, he would become a superman who saved the world, catch up with his father's footsteps and become a useful person to society.

Knowing that his father was good at kendo, the young Fujiwara Yuu pestered his mother to take him to a dojo near home, and eventually began to learn Iaido.

"Xiaoyou, you must learn to perfectly control your muscles and limbs to achieve unwavering accuracy. Even more powerful is the control of your mind, that is, the control of your consciousness... Try to calm down and put aside all distractions, and you will be able to hit the bull's eye."

I still vaguely remember my mother teaching me Kyudo, and I understand why my father was so captivated by the way she carefully trained her arrows. The sight of her hair flying in the air at the moment of her bow's return was truly beautiful.

——"Xiaoyou, a man shouldn't cry easily. You have to be strong."

The tears in my eyes rolled back and forth and did not fall for a long time.

Fujiwara Yuu forced his head up, clenching his teeth in an effort to control his emotions, but tears still fell after a blink. He quickly raised his hand to wipe away the tears, as if as long as he wiped them away quickly enough, he wouldn't have cried.

The majestic figure gradually fading away in my mind is my father’s back.

This time he really couldn't catch up, but that didn't mean he had to stop moving forward.

Yinsen Hondou, who was standing aside, wanted to say something to comfort Fujiwara Yu, but when he looked up again, he was met with a pair of determined eyes. He couldn't help but feel some admiration in his heart, and secretly sighed in his heart: He is worthy of being Kazuya's son.

Fujiwara Yuu looked at Yinsen Hondou with red eyes, his voice still tinged with a nasal tone that hadn't quite faded away:

"Mr. Hondou, can you tell me...what is my father's job? An undercover police officer?"

"Your father was an excellent CIA agent." Yinsen Hondou was surprised that Fujiwara Yu had guessed so. He continued with regret, "As far as I know, he received an undercover assignment from the Intelligence Bureau eighteen years ago, and this time he was killed in an accident while undercover."

"I see. I see."

So the father is not an undercover policeman, but a CIA agent?

My identity is quite embarrassing. You know, my father must use a fake identity to the outside world. If it is investigated, I am afraid I will not be able to continue wearing this police uniform.

How could the Metropolitan Police Department allow a CIA agent's son to become a police officer? If he were caught by the police department, he would definitely be interrogated for days and nights.

"Fujiwara, this file contains something your father gave you. Please take a look."

"good."

The kraft paper file bag showed no signs of being opened, and the sealing strip was also intact. This showed that after his father gave the file bag to Yinsen Bentang for safekeeping, he did not secretly open it to check the contents out of curiosity or other ulterior motives. It seemed that the man in front of him was trustworthy, and he knew his father's real name.

Fujiwara Yu carefully unsealed the eucalyptus bag. There wasn't much in the bag, just a letter and a silver pocket watch that was exquisitely crafted and of great value just by looking at its appearance. He didn't open the letter in a hurry, but opened the pocket watch to examine it carefully.

The time scale of the pocket watch is arranged according to Roman numerals, which is exactly the same as the time displayed on the mobile phone, which shows that the pocket watch is not damaged and the time is correct.

The red hands of the pocket watch did not have any special shape, but the entire body of the pocket watch was engraved with Chinese characters in a completely irregular pattern.

Two consecutive "gold" characters are followed by a "fire" character, and there is a tiny dot in the middle. Then there is only a single "fire" character after a small interval.

What does this mean? Does it mean Friday or Friday?

Fujiwara Yu felt confused as he tried to figure it out, but what he was sure of was that this string of ambiguous things must be a message his father wanted to convey to him, but at this stage he did not have the ability or time to decipher it.

He calmly put the pocket watch into his pocket and took out the letter from the envelope. It was written in black on white paper. This was also the last letter his father wrote to him.

[Claire, by the time you receive this letter, I think I'll have passed away. To be honest, I hope you never receive it, because only then will I have the chance to be by your side.]

Clare, my father actually called me by an English name he never used in his daily life. Could he be worried that this letter would be seen by others? Does that mean... my father's death might not be so simple, and there might be hidden reasons?

"Actually, I've always known you were blaming me, blaming my overprotection for preventing you from having a happy and fulfilling childhood with normal children. Daddy wants to apologize to you here. I'm sorry, Claire, for making you feel lonely. I'm not a good enough father."

It was indeed my father's handwriting, and only my father could know how I had lived my past life.

Fujiwara Yuu's nose tingled with sadness as he thought about the past. He had indeed blamed his father, but had he always felt it? His father must have felt guilty about his lack of understanding and incomprehension during his childhood.

[Claire, I think you should already know my profession when you receive this letter? I don't ask you to be like me, but I hope you know which side to stand on.]

Sure enough, his father was hinting that his death was not that simple. It seems that if he wants to solve the mystery, he has to find a way to get into the CIA.

It's almost time to say goodbye. Go do what you want to do... Remember, your mother and I will always be the people who love you the most in this world. When you miss us, just look up at the sky. We will transform into all things to accompany you.

My father had a secret message to convey to me, and it was not a very difficult one.

The repeated use of "Claire" in the previous paragraphs could be interpreted as the father repeatedly reminding himself not to say the name "Fujiwara Yuu". However, in the last paragraph, he suddenly addresses me as "you". Could this be referring to the simple code my father mentioned when I was a child?

Then the corresponding password box should be... above?

The room directly above the living room is my father's bedroom.

Fujiwara Yuu put the letter back into the envelope with a sullen expression. He looked up at Yinsen Hondou, the only person in front of him who knew his real name, and his tone gradually softened.

"Mr. Hondou, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Yinsen Hondou pursed his lips, patted Fujiwara's shoulders twice solemnly, and frowned.

"Fujiwara, I hope you can let go of all this and live a good life. You are smart, so you should understand what I mean."