Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Zhu Fu's brilliant life was calm and lonely most of the time.

In the morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the clean and simple apartment, Zhu Fu Gaoming was already awake without an alarm clock.

He sat up from the bed, only to realize that his pajamas had been soaked with sweat.

Last night... he seemed to have a very long dream.

In the dream, there is a whole starry sky above the sky, but under the sky is a vast abandoned factory building.

He dreamed of a large swath of blood, so much so that his nose still seemed to be filled with the smell of blood until now;

He dreamed that the man who always called himself "brother" shyly had grown up and matured;

He dreamed of Jing Guang, dreaming that Jing Guang was silently curled up in a dark corner, his body was covered with blood, and his chest was penetrated by pitch-black bullet holes;

He dreamed of...

No, I can't think about it anymore.

Zhu Fu Gaoming shook his head, throwing away the terrifying picture in his brain, and stood up to wash in silence.

Today is an important day, and the family is reunited, but he is the only one left in his family.

After thinking about it, maybe the dream last night was because he witnessed someone being swallowed by an explosion in front of him, and that person always gave him a weird sense of familiarity.

Zhu Fu Gaoming sat down at the dining table. He prepared a simple breakfast and decided to take a look at the police station after he had eaten it hastily. Although it is now during the Obon holiday in Japan, as a policeman, he needs to be vigilant at all times.

Zhu Fu's smart phone was placed aside, and his sight would be swept away inadvertently.

He paused, picked up the phone hesitantly, and entered a string of numbers that he had memorized countless times in his heart. After a while, he pressed the dial key.

At that moment, Zhu Fu Gaoming could not describe his feelings, what he was looking forward to, and what he was worried about.

It was strangely quiet in the receiver, and a few seconds later, a cold girl came: "Sorry, the number you dialed is empty."

really……

Zhu Fu Gaoming didn't know if he was relieved or worried more. He quietly put away the phone, calming his mood slowly.

I haven't contacted for many years, maybe Jing Guang has died in a quiet corner unknown to everyone, but Zhu Fu Gaoming wants to believe that one in ten thousand is possible. Maybe Jingguang is still alive, but can't be contacted due to a special mission.

Even if Jing Guang followed him on the opposite path, even if so, as long as he is still alive, Zhu Fu Gaoming is willing to look forward to it.

Today is Obon, and there are far fewer people on duty at the police station than before.

Zhu Fu Gaoming walked to his office and dealt with the things at hand step by step.

When he looked up from the case, he realized that it was dark outside.

It was another quiet day, perhaps every day he will spend in the future.

After finishing today's work, Zhu Fu Gaoming confessed a few words to his colleague who was on duty at night, and then he left the new field office alone and walked aimlessly towards the bustling streets.

Obon, this is a grand festival in Japan second only to New Year's Day. Originally to pay homage to the ancestors, but it has developed into modern society. This festival is more like a family reunion.

There are lights and festoons on both sides of the street, and many people wear traditional kimonos or yukatas, singing and dancing in twos and threes. Among these smiling faces, Zhu Fu Gaoming, who was serious in his suit and leather shoes, was out of character with his surroundings.

But he likes this atmosphere very much.

In the foreground, he loves lively. He is very interested in Japanese traditional festivals and temple fairs. He often takes him to participate in fireworks and float parades. At that time, Zhu Fu Gaoming was very dismissive of this, but he did not expect that after only a few decades, no matter how much he wanted to participate in an event with Jing Guang, it would be impossible.

In a daze, Zhu Fu's brilliant eyes swept a figure.

His eyes widened suddenly~www.readwn.com~ Wait! Why is that figure so familiar? ?

Zhu Fu's clever body was faster than his brain, and he ran up almost as soon as he saw it. But the person in front seemed to have deliberately prevented him from catching up, and in an instant he was overwhelmed by the crowd again.

In the end, when Zhu Fu Gaoming ran to the place where the person disappeared, he could no longer find that person.

He lowered his head, a self-deprecating smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He was so stunned that he thought that person was Jingguang.

Suddenly, there was a wind, and the wind rolled a piece of paper and gently floated in front of Zhu Fu's brilliant eyes. He reached out in a daze and caught the note.

There is only one sentence on the note: accept the new and vomit the old, be well, don't read it.

Zhu Fu's clever expression suddenly became anxious, and he looked around in a panic. The flow of people around is so dense, he also feels that he is the only one left here, and far away...

Jingguang, is that you?