Chapter VI. A letter

The noisy alarm clock is ringing.

When you open your eyes, you will be greeted by a drab wood-colored ceiling.

The sun outside in the early morning has not completely illuminated this bedroom, the insignificant morning light shines into the window, there is no sunlight, only the morning light that looks a little hazy, I don't know if it is through the curtains, it always gives people a feeling that the sky outside has not woken up, and the sun is still lazy in bed.

Tired sleepiness swept over, Zhang Muze habitually pressed the alarm, the alarm clock will automatically adjust to the intelligent mode of "sleep for five more minutes", he turned over in a daze and pulled the quilt and continued to sleep soundly in the quilt for five minutes.

In the blink of an eye, as soon as he opened his eyes, the alarm clock rang again, and this time he didn't choose to press it habitually, because he was about to be late for school.

He sat up from the bed tiredly, his eyes did not open, he stretched his waist before rubbing his sleepy eyes, and after a moment of daz, he got up from the bed and climbed down the stairs up and down the stairs up and down the workshop.

Zhang Musong, who got out of bed, had already gotten up, even the quilt and pillows were well placed, compared with Zhang Muze's, one of his beds was a bed, and the other was a dog kennel with a wrinkled mattress, no quilts, and pillows.

This may be the kennel that parents talk about.

After a simple wash, he put on his high school uniform, pushed open the bedroom door, and there was a prepared breakfast on the table, while his brother Zhang Musong was sitting at the dining table reading a book and eating breakfast.

Out of the door is the kitchen, Zhang Muze is used to looking into the kitchen, his stepmother doesn't know what he's doing, and his stepfather goes out early in the morning.

That's right, that's right, Zhang Muze and Zhang Musong are brothers, according to the birth certificates of the two children, the age difference between the two is only one year, they are not the real children of the couple, they are the children of the accident, their biological parents died in a car accident when they were young, and then they were transferred to an orphanage, where they were selected by a couple.

That couple is now Zhang Muze and Zhang Musong's stepmother and stepfather, maybe they can't accept the nickname of the biological family of the second father and the second mother, so the brothers subconsciously regard the two as stepfathers and stepmothers.

It's half accepted, and it's been the case for so many years.

"Uh... Mom, good morning..."Zhang Muze said hello to his stepmother in the kitchen.

The word "Mom" came out of his mouth and felt a little bit of a mouthful.

"Good morning, little Muze." The stepmother turned her head at the sound of her voice and smiled most kindly and sincerely.

Even if the two brothers did not regard the couple as biological, the latter regarded the former as biological.

"Hurry up and have breakfast, the most important meal of the day, eat well and go to school." The stepmother took out two bottles of homemade orange juice from the refrigerator, one bottle was put in Zhang Muze's hand, and the other bottle was put in front of his brother Zhang Musong.

"It's delicious, it's made for you." The stepmother walked back to the kitchen, and inadvertently looked up at the clock on the wall, and couldn't help urging, "Hurry up, two little cuties, it's almost too late to go to school." ”

In her tone, she is always very gentle, very kind, always with a smile on her face, from childhood to adulthood, except for the wrinkles on her face that have changed again, her eyes and smiling face have not changed, Zhang Muze doesn't know that she is not her own but treats them better than her own feelings, but even so she is still a stepmother in her heart.

The perception of stepmothers has not changed since childhood, but I don't know what Zhang Musong thinks?

He looked at his brother and walked over to the table.

"By the way, here's a letter addressed to Zhang Musong, it's so strange, what is the ICDR organization printed on the letter? Can Xiao Musong explain it to his mother? The stepmother smiled kindly and handed over the letter.

Zhang Musong frowned when he heard the ICDR organization, but quickly let go and continued to read the book as if he had nothing to do.

After his stepmother's words were finished, Zhang Musong put down the book and pretended to listen to half of it, "Huh? What? ”

"Here's your letter, little Musong, it's an organization called ICDR." The stepmother handed the letter over.

"Oh oh oh, that's it, the school club, invite me to participate." Zhang Musong replied to the other party's words with a smile, "Mom, you don't know any of these, so don't ask." ”

"Okay, mom came back from studying abroad." The stepmother bent down, and the smile on her face was so smile that even the gums leaked out, "Xiao Musong is the strongest, he is a good learner and a role model, and his mother and father are very happy." ”

"Xiao Muze, if you don't know it, let Xiao Musong teach you, if you can't, your brother will definitely be." The stepmother's tone changed, but the smile on her face couldn't be hidden, because Zhang Muze was not weak, but being an elder brother would be a little higher than being a younger brother in some respects.

"Mom... I'm not bad at studying. Zhang Muze stuffed the hot dog into his mouth and took a bite, then replied to her words with a vague smile.

"Okay, good, you're not bad, you're all our pride, eat slowly." The stepmother touched the heads of the two children, turned around and walked into the kitchen, and did not forget to say, "Oh, you can't eat slowly, you're going to be late for school, you have to hurry." ”

When she walked into the kitchen, the two brothers looked at each other, Zhang Musong pushed the eyes on the bridge of his nose, sniffed and received the letter into his bag.

His disguise was seen through by Zhang Muze, but he didn't know why Zhang Musong was so disguised?

That face, that tone, those smiles...

Zhang Muze didn't understand, but he didn't be ruthless, because the two were children who had been in the orphanage, and the children in it would change a little, either becoming mature and stable, or learning to be restrained.

Zhang Musong also noticed that his younger brother was staring at him again, pushed his eyes and coughed, he knew that the other party had a lot of things to ask.

For example, the letter, the self-proclaimed "ICDR organization" club, and whether it will exist.

"Zhang Muze, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, this matter has nothing to do with you." Zhang Musong's tone suddenly became cold, these were two faces that were completely different from the enthusiasm he had just answered, and his eyes continued to return to the book in his hand.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Zhang Muze didn't know why.

Zhang Musong put down the book in his hand and warned, "Shhh Don't ask what you shouldn't. ”

"Live well, nothing will happen," said after a brief eye exchange with Zhang Muze, "Don't know, you'll die!" ”

Zhang Musong's eyes hid the killing intent that was slowly released little by little, which made Zhang Muze shudder in his heart.

In the living room, a morning report was playing on the television.

"Welcome to today's 7:30 morning news, hello viewers and friends, so far, there have been eleven brutal murders and dismemberment incidents in Baikang City, and the most recent dismemberment case occurred in the eastern area of Baikang City this morning, the police are still investigating the case, according to the forensic report at the scene, it was preliminarily determined that the deceased was killed last night, and the specific details we have no way of knowing for the time being, but the National Police Agency is expected to give you an answer at the noon news at 11:45 today, Based on a number of brutal murder and dismemberment cases in various provinces and cities, the General Police Department has now dispatched additional personnel to strengthen the security in the city, so as to ensure the safety of the citizens.