Zhu Fu Gaoming's younger brother has been missing for a long time. I don't know when he lost contact with his brother.
The first time Zhu Fu Gaoming realized this was when he was sitting by the phone every Sunday afternoon according to the old calendar, waiting for Zhu Fu Jingguang's call. On the wall is a slightly old quartz clock. When the hands move, it will make a tinny sound, which is particularly obvious in an empty room, clearly indicating the passage of time.
He is holding a thick copy of "Flowers in the Mirror" in his hand, but the pages have not been turned for a long time. It can be seen that the reader is absent-minded at this time. Half an hour passed, but the phone that should have rang long ago was still silent.
It wasn't that Zhu Fu Gaoming didn't want to contact Zhu Fu Jingguang, but in this era when landlines were still being used, Jingguang, who was living under someone else's roof, didn't want to bother his relatives, let alone using their phone bill. Both Zhufu Gaoming and Zhufugu Jingguang's living expenses came from their parents' inheritance. Therefore, at this time every week, Jingguang would go to the phone booth a little away from home to convey his thoughts to Zhufugu Gaoming across from Tokyo to Nagano.
Zhu Fu Gaoming's fingers clasped the table irritably, and the black and white words on most of the tome in front of him were like reptiles with teeth and claws in his field of vision. It gave him a headache. He simply closed the book and concentrated on waiting for Zhu Fu Jingguang's call.
No, nothing happened. Until the dark night swallowed up the sky, all the masters could not wait for anything.
Maybe Jingguang was in a hurry, he thought, just wait.
He thought like this and waited for a whole month. Every day when I come home, my eyes first fall on the phone in the corner, and even the desk where I do my homework is moved next to the phone. He thought that by keeping watch like this, he wouldn't miss Jing Guang's call.
No news. His brother seemed to have suddenly lost contact with him.
Finally he couldn't wait any longer and dialed the number of his relative in Tokyo. As soon as the connection was connected, he ignored etiquette and asked straight to the point: "Where is Jingguang?"
The other party's hesitant response made him feel cold, and the subsequent answer made his brain buzz, going blank, and he didn't know anything anymore.
"Missing...?" He heard his voice trembling.
"Well, a month ago he said he wanted to call you and left, and then he didn't come back." The other party's tone was very strange, and Zhu Fu Gaoming frowned. Not only did he not have the anxiety of a missing child, but he felt a subtle sense of relief and joy. But he had no time to care about it at the moment, all he could think about was Jingguang and his brother.
His brother disappeared on his way to call him. He didn't take it seriously and only realized what happened a month later. He even waited for a month and nothing was done.
He deserves to die.
Heisu Heibo, the bond of the police academy is still there, it should be he.
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