Do you want to persuade yourself to let go?
Easier said than done.
As an agent of the CIA, Yinsen Hondou is quite knowledgeable in observing micro-expressions. He saw that Fujiwara Yu wanted to reject him, but thinking that Mr. Fujiwara had entrusted his son to his care, he absolutely could not push this child into the fire pit.
"Fujiwara, your father had already sensed the danger before he died, 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 the CIA."
Fujiwara Yu's brain started working rapidly when he heard this. He felt that his father wanted to stop him from joining the CIA on the surface, but in fact he wanted to convey that "his identity was exposed and he was related to the CIA." Therefore, if he wanted to figure out this matter, he had to join the CIA and become an excellent agent who could carry out an undercover mission independently.
Thinking that the answer was clear, he shook his head in a stubborn tone, completely refusing to allow for discussion:
"Mr. Hondou, that's my father's wish, but I also have my own choices. No matter what, I will find a way to join the CIA. So please give me a few moments to pack my things and wait for me in the car, okay?"
“…”
Yinsen Hondo hadn't thought of this situation, or rather, he thought it would be strange if Mr. Fujiwara's son didn't say such a thing. He raised his lips helplessly, nodded, and turned around:
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the car."
After watching Yinsen Hondou leave, Fujiwara Yuu walked upstairs without hesitation. According to his reasoning, the six-digit password he had cracked should be used somewhere in his father's bedroom. Where could it be?
After looking around carefully, he suddenly found a line of words carved on the desk with a utility knife. He was sure that this line of words was not there before he left home to attend the police academy. Did that mean that his father had come 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 Yuu couldn't help but look upwards. 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, it would seem that his father was an unserious person, but how could Fujiwara Yuu, who knew his father well, not see the problem?
Miyamoto Musashi's two sentences definitely do not have a simple purpose.
He carefully observed the books on the shelf and quickly found the hidden code. If he removed all the books that were not single-volume books, the remaining single-volume books would all have a letter marked in red.
The first row of books can produce the five letters h, i, e, a, and o, and the second row of books can produce e, and m.
Many English words can be arranged using these letters, but if combined with the hint of "Miyamoto Musashi", the answer becomes very clear. This is a secret code that his father deliberately prepared for him. This is a professional term used in kendo competitions.
ene. Extend.
So, this is not the place to hide the password box.
When Fujiwara Yu was thinking about where to start extending, he found that the last book had the letter "m" as its first letter, and the cover of the book was a picture of walking forward.
Walk forward and extend the path to the end of the second floor, where you will find your dressing room.
Without hesitation, he walked quickly towards the cloakroom, pushed open the door, and scanned every corner of the room. You have to know that he has not been here for half a year, and it should still be the same as when he left.
If there is something extra, it means something is abnormal.
"Um?"
Fujiwara Yu discovered that the area dedicated to shoes had changed. He tried hard to recall the original order and rearranged it. Just as he put the last pair of sneakers into the transparent storage box, the standing mirror behind him turned over.
What appeared before him was a black password box with a six-digit combination lock.
Sure enough, it was exactly what I thought. This was the password my father taught me when I was a child. It was very simple.
.
Every time he pressed a number, he could hear an electronic sound. After the last number was entered, the password box automatically popped up. There wasn't much in the box, only an address, and this address surprised him.
After Fujiwara Yu had restored the contents of the cloakroom to their original state, he destroyed the paper with the address on it. He washed his hands slowly, wiped off the water stains, and without taking any of the clothes in the cloakroom, he went downstairs, picked up his suitcase, and prepared 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 he had forgotten on the edge of the coffee table, the broken glasses on the ground that he had not dealt with, and even a large amount of lemonade that had not yet dried up on the wooden floor.
How should I stand in front of her now?
Maybe people who live on April 1st don't deserve happiness. Given the current state of his broken family, how could he drag her into this situation full of unknowns?
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He lowered his head and smiled faintly, without any bitterness, but rather helplessness.
Fujiwara Yu withdrew his gaze, bent down to tie the laces of his white shoes, and walked out the door dragging his suitcase.
Yinsen Hondo, who was sitting in the car waiting, occasionally turned his head to look at the mansion without a surname. When he saw the door being pushed open, he immediately got out of the car and opened the trunk.
Taking one less book from the suitcase did not make it feel lighter, but when closing the trunk, Fujiwara Yu felt the heaviness in his heart for the first time, so heavy that it was almost hard to breathe.
After all, what he lost was the confession he had prepared for a long time, as well as the endless regrets accumulated in his heart.
Yinsen Hondou, who had fastened his seatbelt, noticed that Fujiwara Yuu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was somewhat distracted. He sighed heavily and reminded him:
"Fujiwara, if you want to give up, there's still time. You won't be able to wear this police uniform when you really get to America."
Fujiwara Yu was stunned when he heard this. He really didn't expect that he would submit his resignation letter on the day of his graduation, and he didn't even handle the matter himself, but he believed that Yinsen Hondo would definitely arrange it.
He lowered his head, with no expression on his face. He slowly took off his police uniform, folded it, and placed it flat on his knees, as if silently swearing his choice and the path he would take in the future.
"Mr. Hondou, you misunderstood."
There was an unknown meaning in his ultramarine eyes. He turned his head to look at the cherry blossom tree that was sticking out from the wall in the direction of the archery field. 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 like the broken glass on the ground, falling onto the bare cherry tree, breaking and withering.
"Drive, Mr. Hondou, otherwise you will miss the flight you booked. Planes don't wait for anyone." Fujiwara Yu closed his eyes and said no more, but his hands, which were flat on his police uniform, tightened hard, causing wrinkles.
Yinsen Bentang took it all in, started the car, and after a few seconds of silence, he uttered a single word:
"……good."
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