Want to convince yourself to let go? Easier said than done. As an agent of the CIA, Yin Sen Hondo still has a lot of research on the observation of micro-expressions, and he can see that Fujiwara Yu wants to reject him, thinking that Mr. Fujiwara entrusts his son to his care, and he must not push this child into the fire pit.

"Fujiwara, your father was already aware of 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 ...... Prevent you from joining the CIA. Fujiwara's brain was racing when he heard this, and he felt that his father was ostensibly trying to prevent him from joining the CIA, but in fact he wanted to pass it on

"His identity is revealed to be related to the CIA", so if you want to figure this out, you have to join the CIA and become a good agent who can carry out a certain infiltration mission on his own.

Thinking of this, he shook his head stubbornly, and said in a completely indistinguishable tone: "Mr. Hondo, that is my father's expectation, but I also have my own choice, no matter what, I will find a way to join the CIA." So please give me a little time to pack my luggage and wait for me in the car, okay? ”

"......" Yin Sen Hondo didn't think of the current situation, or he thought it was strange that Fujiwara-san Mr. Hondo's son didn't say such a thing.

He curled the corners of his mouth helplessly, so he had to nod and turn around: "Okay, then I'll wait for you in the car." After Fujiwara Yoshimi saw Yin Sen Hondo leave, he walked quickly upstairs without hesitation.

According to his reasoning, the cracked six-digit code should be applied somewhere in his father's bedroom, where would it be?

After he looked around carefully, he suddenly found that there was a line of words carved on the desk with a utility knife, and he dared to promise that there was no such line before leaving home to study at the police academy, so did it mean that his father had gone home once?

[I will never regret what I have done, and I will not be sad about any life and death. Miyamoto Musashi? These are the words that Miyamoto Musashi said.

Fujiwara Yu's eyes couldn't help but look up, there were a lot of books on the shelves on the desk, and even the upper, middle and lower episodes were placed in a disorderly manner, at first glance, you would think that her father was a person who was not rigorous, but how could Fujiwara Yu, who knew his father, not see the problem.

These two sentences of Miyamoto Musashi are definitely not simple functions. He carefully observed the books on the shelves, and soon found the secret code of the books.

If you remove all the books that are not single books, there is a letter in the remaining single books marked in red.

The first line of books gives the letters h, i, e, a, and o, and the second line of books gives e, m, and m.

Many English words can be arranged with these letters, but if combined

The hint of "Miyamoto Musashi" is very clear, this is the code that my father deliberately prepared for himself, which is a professional term used in kendo competitions.

ene。 Prolong. So, this isn't the place to hide your lockbox. When Fujiwara was thinking about where to start with the extension, he found that the last book was initial

The cover of the book "M" turned out to be a picture of walking forward. Walking forward, at the end of the second floor of the extension road, there is his cloakroom.

Without hesitation, he walked quickly towards the cloakroom, pushed open the door, and scanned every part of the room, knowing that he hadn't entered this place for half a year, and should still be the same as when he left.

If there is something too much, it means that it is not normal.

"Huh?" Fujiwara noticed that the area dedicated to the shoes had changed, and he tried to remember the original order of placement and reorganized it, and when the last pair of sneakers was placed in the transparent storage box, the standing mirror behind him turned upside down.

In front of him, there was a black lockbox with a six-digit combination lock. Sure enough, as I thought, this is the password that my father taught me when I was a child, and it is very simple.

。 An electronic tone can be heard with each number pressed, and when the last number is entered, the lockbox automatically pops up.

There wasn't much in the box, there was only one address, and it was a surprise to him.

After Fujiwara Yu restored the contents of the cloakroom, he directly destroyed the paper with the address written on it.

He washed his hands slowly, wiped off the water stains, didn't take any of the clothes in the cloakroom, and went straight down to pull up his suitcase and prepare to leave.

But when he walked to the entrance, he suddenly remembered that there was another thing that was very important to him.

Fujiwara turned slowly, looking at the book he had forgotten on the edge of the coffee table, the broken glass that had not been disposed of, and even the large amount of lemonade that had not yet dried up on the wooden floor.

What kind of face should I look like in front of her now? Maybe the person who is on April 1 doesn't deserve to have happiness, and under the current situation of the broken family, how can he drag her into this situation full of unknowns?

He lowered his head and smiled lightly, not the slightest bitterness, but helpless. Fujiwara Yu withdrew his eyes, bent down to tie his little white shoes, and dragged his suitcase towards the door.

Yin Sen Hondo, who was sitting in the car and waiting, looked sideways at the mansion without a surname from time to time, and when he saw the door being pushed open, he immediately got out of the car and opened the trunk.

Missing a book in the suitcase does not cause a feeling of weight loss, but when closing the trunk, Fujiwara Yu still felt the heaviness in his heart for the first time, heavy, and a little breathless.

After all, what he lost was the confession he had prepared for a long time, and the endless regrets that had piled up in his heart.

Yin Sen Hondo, who was fastening his seat belt, was keenly aware that Fujiwara Yoo, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was a little absent-minded, he sighed heavily, and reminded loudly: "Fujiwara, if you want to give up, it's still too late, you can't wear this police uniform when you really get to the United States." Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, he really didn't think that the day of his graduation would be the time to submit his resignation letter, and he didn't even deal with this matter himself, but he believed that Yin Sen Hondo would definitely arrange it.

He lowered his head, without too much expression on his face, slowly took off and folded his police uniform, and laid it flat on his knees, as if silently swearing his choice and the path he would take in the future.

"Mr. Hondo, you misunderstood." With an uncertain hint in his ultramarine eyes, he turned his head to look at the cherry blossom trees that peeked out of the wall in the direction of the archery dojo, with only a few dead leaves left on the branches, and the scene of the first time they met a few months ago was still vivid.

Their fate may be related to the shards of glass in that place, to the bare cherry blossom trees, broken and withered.

"Drive, Mr. Hondo, or you will miss the flight you bought, and the plane will not wait for anyone." Fujiwara Yu closed his eyes and stopped talking, but his hands that were flat on the police uniform tightened hard, grabbing the folds of the Daodao.

Yin Sen Hondo took everything in his eyes, started the car, and was silent for a few seconds before saying a single word: "...... Good. ”