Julian Mendoza - The Happy Bird
My brother left temporarily, and Uncle Mason said he had to prepare for work and would pick me up later.
The adults seemed very busy. Uncle Mason stayed in front of the computer and Sister Tina came and went like the wind.
I am still getting used to my name. My brother said before that he would name me Julian. Sister Wang, Uncle Mason, Sister Tina, and Brother Ikki who is busy with his studies will all call me that.
Is the name a more formal number?
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After dinner, Julian couldn't wait to drag Scotland to the computer. The latter looked bored but was forced to play with the child.
It was not difficult to hack into the three accounts, especially since Julian had hacked into them directly. Mason also quietly provided remote support to the child to recover the data. Anyway, Zhu Fujing was the one who did the work of reading the emails, and Julian only needed to eat cookies happily.
The account that was finally screened out was that of the librarian (Julian: Mr. Walker's behavior of using sticky notes to write down passwords and account numbers and sticking them on the counter is indeed not advisable). Zhu Fujingguang looked at Julian who came over to look at the screen in the light from the corner of his eye, but in the end he did not say anything to stop him and let him peek around.
The emails in the mailbox were normal, mostly advertisements and bills. It was obvious that the real owner, Walker, didn't use them much in his personal life. The restored part used by Baird was much more interesting.
Julian found the email address on the note. Baird sent emails almost every day. Most of them were childish words complaining about homework and parents. The person who communicated with him also spoke in a childish tone. The two complained to each other about the boring school and boring family, and looked forward to an adventure of their own.
"Baird also sent his own photo." Julian pulled the edge of the table to allow himself to see more clearly. Zhu Fujingguang moved aside, and Julian didn't hesitate to come in and take up space. He pointed to a record and said, "For the great adventure they are about to embark on together, they must remember their companions' faces and names."
"His companion also sent me a photo," Zhu Fujingguang clicked on the next record. The black-haired boy in the photo smiled shyly. He read out the name and self-introduction in the content, "Jacob Miller," he paused, and then said the following words, "This is the body found in the park this morning."
A ring interrupted their communication. Zhu Fujingguang nodded to Julian apologetically and left when the latter puffed up his cheeks to express dissatisfaction. The caller showed that it was Kelver. Zhu Fujingguang picked up the phone, "What's the matter, Kelver?"
Zhu Fujingguang stood on the balcony, the sound of car engines occasionally appeared in the background. Every villa within sight was emitting warm yellow light. The neon lights in the distance were like stars on the ground, forming a colorful Milky Way. However, the real night sky was pitch black, without even a trace of moonlight.
Alvin's voice rang in Zhu Fu Jingguang's ears, "How is Julian?"
"Your brother is still playing detective games with great interest," he said, with a hint of sarcasm hidden in his Scottish gentleness, "and he said he must find his friend."
"Really?" Alvin's voice paused, and Scotland recognized that it was now "Arts", "friends are very important to him."
"Excuse me, Scotland."
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